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Name:Aaron
Gender:Male
Age:32
Race:Human
Origin: A Noble.
Class: Warrior
Specialization: Champion
Appearance: He has a a scar on the left side of his face. He has a goatee and short black hair. He is 6' 2" 240 pounds. He is mildly muscular. He had dark blue eyes and is very pale. He wears a light set of bronze armor.
Personality: He has a short fuse. He hates arrogance and self pity.
He's not very charismatic but he is a good thinker and strategist. He is a very serious person.
Backstory:He was a military officer.He is also Logains cousin and has known about what happend at Ostagar because Logain told him his plan before hand, but he did nothing. He was afraid of what would happen if he be betrayed his cousin. Now he seeks redemption by doing what he should have done years ago. He has been training heavily in sword fighting in the last few years.
Note/Other: none
Gender:Male
Age:32
Race:Human
Origin: A Noble.
Class: Warrior
Specialization: Champion
Appearance: He has a a scar on the left side of his face. He has a goatee and short black hair. He is 6' 2" 240 pounds. He is mildly muscular. He had dark blue eyes and is very pale. He wears a light set of bronze armor.
Personality: He has a short fuse. He hates arrogance and self pity.
He's not very charismatic but he is a good thinker and strategist. He is a very serious person.
Backstory:He was a military officer.He is also Logains cousin and has known about what happend at Ostagar because Logain told him his plan before hand, but he did nothing. He was afraid of what would happen if he be betrayed his cousin. Now he seeks redemption by doing what he should have done years ago. He has been training heavily in sword fighting in the last few years.
Note/Other: none
Name: Righteousness
Gender: Male?
Age: Unknown
Race: Fade spirit
Origin: A spirit unable to return to the Fade
Class: Warrior
Specialization: Spirit Warrior
Appearance: Its body rotting, Its face sunken and decaying, leaving much to be desired. What was once a large physique has eroded into a lesser frame of bone and muscle as time slowly erodes at the flesh. The armour he wears is rusting after years of wear,tear and time.
Personality: Rightouesness takes from It's name sake, Its attituded is that of which everything It does is justified for It is Rightiouesness this aspect of his personality dominates him.
The spirit cannot comprehend a world that is static and immutable. It cannot comprehend what it means to be within a body of flesh.
Backstory: The Sweet whispers of the mage; That was what he heard, her voice crying for help, to protect her from the evils of her world, this wasn't unusual, many mortals before her had called the aid of a Spirit from the fade, few were as noble as The Spirit required they be for receiving his aid, but this one, simply her soft words were enough to coax him towards the veil and the other World, she had called upon him many times for aid and He would accept her call once more, and cross the veil.
Passing through the veil and unto the other side the Sweet words stopped, Cut short by a scream that cut across it, a Emissary had Burnt the skin from her bones, Tearing her powerful staff from her Charred hands as a trophy and fleeing the battle with the Darkspawn and the Archdaemon.
The sudden stop of the incantations destroying the summoning, but The spirit had already crossed over and his spirit found its way into the corpse of a soldier recently slain. Entombed within the body and uncertain as to why, The Spirit walked towards the mage that was struck down.
The Spirit looked down upon the unrecognisable face of the burnt corpse, a fury burning inside him, he would avenge this mage, and all those that had fallen to the Emissaries Dark powers, as the battle ceased and men cheered The Spirit gave chase,Losing the trail of the Emissary through woods and marshes Ferelden, Searching the Deeproads with Uncommon Fanaticism, it was here in the Deeproads that he came across some Dwarfs, They had spun a tale of Warriors, Dedicated to fighting the Darkspawn, it was with these "Warriors" that he would find his target, and Unleash his Righteous Fury.
Gender: Male?
Age: Unknown
Race: Fade spirit
Origin: A spirit unable to return to the Fade
Class: Warrior
Specialization: Spirit Warrior
Appearance: Its body rotting, Its face sunken and decaying, leaving much to be desired. What was once a large physique has eroded into a lesser frame of bone and muscle as time slowly erodes at the flesh. The armour he wears is rusting after years of wear,tear and time.
Personality: Rightouesness takes from It's name sake, Its attituded is that of which everything It does is justified for It is Rightiouesness this aspect of his personality dominates him.
The spirit cannot comprehend a world that is static and immutable. It cannot comprehend what it means to be within a body of flesh.
Backstory: The Sweet whispers of the mage; That was what he heard, her voice crying for help, to protect her from the evils of her world, this wasn't unusual, many mortals before her had called the aid of a Spirit from the fade, few were as noble as The Spirit required they be for receiving his aid, but this one, simply her soft words were enough to coax him towards the veil and the other World, she had called upon him many times for aid and He would accept her call once more, and cross the veil.
Passing through the veil and unto the other side the Sweet words stopped, Cut short by a scream that cut across it, a Emissary had Burnt the skin from her bones, Tearing her powerful staff from her Charred hands as a trophy and fleeing the battle with the Darkspawn and the Archdaemon.
The sudden stop of the incantations destroying the summoning, but The spirit had already crossed over and his spirit found its way into the corpse of a soldier recently slain. Entombed within the body and uncertain as to why, The Spirit walked towards the mage that was struck down.
The Spirit looked down upon the unrecognisable face of the burnt corpse, a fury burning inside him, he would avenge this mage, and all those that had fallen to the Emissaries Dark powers, as the battle ceased and men cheered The Spirit gave chase,Losing the trail of the Emissary through woods and marshes Ferelden, Searching the Deeproads with Uncommon Fanaticism, it was here in the Deeproads that he came across some Dwarfs, They had spun a tale of Warriors, Dedicated to fighting the Darkspawn, it was with these "Warriors" that he would find his target, and Unleash his Righteous Fury.
Alright, like the title says, we're full. All characters are accepted. I tried to exclude one of you, but to no avail.
Edited the sheet, let's see about a start tonight shall we?
Name: Michael.
Gender: Male.
Age: 43
Race: Human.
Origin: Commoner from Denerim.
Class: Rogue
Specialization: Duelist.
Appearance: High cheekbones and some stubble on his chin. Dark brown hair down to the ears. Grey eyes, a side-effect from his joining. Stands at 5'1 and 110 pounds. Wears light leather armor and a chainmail encrusted kilt. Leather boots and white fingerless gloves keep him warm. Carries a shortsword and shortbow on his back and a dagger on his side. His quiver is slung low across his back, right under the sword.
He's friendly and observative to his surroundings.
Backstory: Born and raised in Denerim, Michael never knew his father, but his mother taught him everything about being a Duelist. Isabela, Michael's mother is the owner of a brothel in Denerim called The Pearl. The famous Grey Warden from Ostagar five years ago made his way to Michael's mother and had his way with her. Ever since, Michael has resented City Elves and treats them with less respect than before.
For Grey Wardens, however, he shows much respect, being one makes it hard not to ofcourse.
He heard the rumors regarding the Codex: Last Words and finally heard the entire story from his mother.
Set on finding this Codex and bringing Loghain's actions to light, he has gathered adventurers from all over, using his skills as a Duelist and his reputation as a Grey Warden, he will not let anything stop him from bringing Loghain to justice. If it means walking up to him and stabbing him in the throat himself.
Note / Other: Loves sarcasm but despises practical jokes aswell as Lyrium.
Gender: Male.
Age: 43
Race: Human.
Origin: Commoner from Denerim.
Class: Rogue
Specialization: Duelist.
Appearance: High cheekbones and some stubble on his chin. Dark brown hair down to the ears. Grey eyes, a side-effect from his joining. Stands at 5'1 and 110 pounds. Wears light leather armor and a chainmail encrusted kilt. Leather boots and white fingerless gloves keep him warm. Carries a shortsword and shortbow on his back and a dagger on his side. His quiver is slung low across his back, right under the sword.
He's friendly and observative to his surroundings.
Backstory: Born and raised in Denerim, Michael never knew his father, but his mother taught him everything about being a Duelist. Isabela, Michael's mother is the owner of a brothel in Denerim called The Pearl. The famous Grey Warden from Ostagar five years ago made his way to Michael's mother and had his way with her. Ever since, Michael has resented City Elves and treats them with less respect than before.
For Grey Wardens, however, he shows much respect, being one makes it hard not to ofcourse.
He heard the rumors regarding the Codex: Last Words and finally heard the entire story from his mother.
Set on finding this Codex and bringing Loghain's actions to light, he has gathered adventurers from all over, using his skills as a Duelist and his reputation as a Grey Warden, he will not let anything stop him from bringing Loghain to justice. If it means walking up to him and stabbing him in the throat himself.
Note / Other: Loves sarcasm but despises practical jokes aswell as Lyrium.
Edited the sheet, let's see about a start tonight shall we?
Indeed. And, regarding healing potions, poisons and Lyrium potions, aswell as professions:
Professions can be retained and mastered throughout the game if you wish. You may find loot here and there, but if you find a 'Masterful sword of epic awesomeness' I will kill you.
Healing potions can also be retained through loot, as can everything else. They will work like painkillers. Except 300% better than morphine and with no side-effects.
Poisons can be retained only through making them, or the potential and unlikely loot. They can be coated on your blade, but will not work if your weapon is under the effect of fire or ice.
Lyrium potions are most likely dropped by Templars, mages and vendors (if you kill them ofcourse) and helps you focus in battle. For mages, it will boost their spells and cause them to be able to cast more before growing weary.
For melee classes they will boost brain activity and increase awareness and concentration.
I will not keep much track on your inventory, but if you decide to buy 1000 healing potions or just keep using Lyrium potions in battle EVERY time, I'll kill you. Or, more likely that Lyrium will.
Professions can be retained and mastered throughout the game if you wish. You may find loot here and there, but if you find a 'Masterful sword of epic awesomeness' I will kill you.
Healing potions can also be retained through loot, as can everything else. They will work like painkillers. Except 300% better than morphine and with no side-effects.
Poisons can be retained only through making them, or the potential and unlikely loot. They can be coated on your blade, but will not work if your weapon is under the effect of fire or ice.
Lyrium potions are most likely dropped by Templars, mages and vendors (if you kill them ofcourse) and helps you focus in battle. For mages, it will boost their spells and cause them to be able to cast more before growing weary.
For melee classes they will boost brain activity and increase awareness and concentration.
I will not keep much track on your inventory, but if you decide to buy 1000 healing potions or just keep using Lyrium potions in battle EVERY time, I'll kill you. Or, more likely that Lyrium will.
[HEADING=2]Characters at play![/HEADING]
[HEADING=1]Chapter one: Last Words[/HEADING]
Some things cannot be described with words. Some feelings cannot even be comprehended well enough to be written in scrolls or even the books of old.
This feeling, this feeling I have toward the Darkspawn, toward King Loghain and toward everything that has happened to Ferelden. This feeling is such a feeling.
Even before the Darkspawn, I always hated something. This and that, my life was always too short, but never did I realize it. Until ofcourse that blasted Elf had his way with my mother.
But that is then, and this is now. And now is the time of reckoning!
Michael lay down his quill and notebook and tucked it away.
The fire made a cracking noise as the ocean breeze nearby slowly drifted over the group. The air was still cold, but all the smell of fish and labor had long ago drifted, leaving the air to be nothing but cleansed and free. There were sounds of wild animals and the trees nearby talked to eachother with their leaves and their branches. It was indeed a beautiful midnight evening. Stars were out and the moon was almost full. It was far from cold, but that ocean breeze, that wiff of air that blew over by and by was chilly and refreshing.
"So, you all have heard my story now"
Michael began. And indeed they had. It had been a while since, but as he recruited, he told his tale. So everyone knew of where he was from and what he was, a Grey Warden. He had yet to describe his joining though.
"Now, what about you all? I am indeed curious as of where you came from, and why on earth you choose to stand up against King Loghain!"
Michael smiled and drew his dagger, sliding it lightly between his finger and across his palm, checking the sharp blade for dences, and ending up twirling it around before placing it back into it's sheathe.
"Now tell me, how did you come to be?"
Pandalisk said:Name: Righteousness
Gender: Male?
Age: Unknown
Race: Fade spirit
Origin: A spirit unable to return to the Fade
Class: Warrior
Specialization: Spirit Warrior
Appearance: Its body rotting, Its face sunken and decaying, leaving much to be desired. What was once a large physique has eroded into a lesser frame of bone and muscle as time slowly erodes at the flesh. The armour he wears is rusting after years of wear,tear and time.
Personality: Rightouesness takes from It's name sake, Its attituded is that of which everything It does is justified for It is Rightiouesness this aspect of his personality dominates him.
The spirit cannot comprehend a world that is static and immutable. It cannot comprehend what it means to be within a body of flesh.
Backstory: The Sweet whispers of the mage; That was what he heard, her voice crying for help, to protect her from the evils of her world, this wasn't unusual, many mortals before her had called the aid of a Spirit from the fade, few were as noble as The Spirit required they be for receiving his aid, but this one, simply her soft words were enough to coax him towards the veil and the other World, she had called upon him many times for aid and He would accept her call once more, and cross the veil.
Passing through the veil and unto the other side the Sweet words stopped, Cut short by a scream that cut across it, a Emissary had Burnt the skin from her bones, Tearing her powerful staff from her Charred hands as a trophy and fleeing the battle with the Darkspawn and the Archdaemon.
The sudden stop of the incantations destroying the summoning, but The spirit had already crossed over and his spirit found its way into the corpse of a soldier recently slain. Entombed within the body and uncertain as to why, The Spirit walked towards the mage that was struck down.
The Spirit looked down upon the unrecognisable face of the burnt corpse, a fury burning inside him, he would avenge this mage, and all those that had fallen to the Emissaries Dark powers, as the battle ceased and men cheered The Spirit gave chase,Losing the trail of the Emissary through woods and marshes Ferelden, Searching the Deeproads with Uncommon Fanaticism, it was here in the Deeproads that he came across some Dwarfs, They had spun a tale of Warriors, Dedicated to fighting the Darkspawn, it was with these "Warriors" that he would find his target, and Unleash his Righteous Fury.
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[HEADING=1]Chapter one: Last Words[/HEADING]
Some things cannot be described with words. Some feelings cannot even be comprehended well enough to be written in scrolls or even the books of old.
This feeling, this feeling I have toward the Darkspawn, toward King Loghain and toward everything that has happened to Ferelden. This feeling is such a feeling.
Even before the Darkspawn, I always hated something. This and that, my life was always too short, but never did I realize it. Until ofcourse that blasted Elf had his way with my mother.
But that is then, and this is now. And now is the time of reckoning!
Michael lay down his quill and notebook and tucked it away.
The fire made a cracking noise as the ocean breeze nearby slowly drifted over the group. The air was still cold, but all the smell of fish and labor had long ago drifted, leaving the air to be nothing but cleansed and free. There were sounds of wild animals and the trees nearby talked to eachother with their leaves and their branches. It was indeed a beautiful midnight evening. Stars were out and the moon was almost full. It was far from cold, but that ocean breeze, that wiff of air that blew over by and by was chilly and refreshing.
"So, you all have heard my story now"
Michael began. And indeed they had. It had been a while since, but as he recruited, he told his tale. So everyone knew of where he was from and what he was, a Grey Warden. He had yet to describe his joining though.
"Now, what about you all? I am indeed curious as of where you came from, and why on earth you choose to stand up against King Loghain!"
Michael smiled and drew his dagger, sliding it lightly between his finger and across his palm, checking the sharp blade for dences, and ending up twirling it around before placing it back into it's sheathe.
"Now tell me, how did you come to be?"
Michael's eyes glared at Xandus for a moment and then went back to his own fingers.
"Interesting. And you survived without side-effects?"
He said, blinking both eyes rapidly three times, remembering his dead grey eyes and how much it hurt to think about his joining.
"Interesting. And you survived without side-effects?"
He said, blinking both eyes rapidly three times, remembering his dead grey eyes and how much it hurt to think about his joining.
Aaron said in a deep voice quietly, "I am the cousin of Loghain and a former military Officer. I knew of my cousins plan, but I did nothing. In this journey I seek redemption for the sins I have commited." Aaron looked down at the ground sadness building up inside. He rose his head beck up with a triumphant look on his face, "If I succeede I shall die a happy man." he said slightly louder but the tone unchanged.
Michael nodded.
"And so we shall. And so we all will"
Michael withdrew some meat from a sack and began cooking it on the hot rocks covering the burning grass and branches.
"Dinner, anyone?"
He said with a smile.
"And, what is your story? Are you perhaps immortal?"
Michael said, gesturing towards Righteousness.
"Oh and, on that subject. I never really knew your name..."
"And so we shall. And so we all will"
Michael withdrew some meat from a sack and began cooking it on the hot rocks covering the burning grass and branches.
"Dinner, anyone?"
He said with a smile.
"And, what is your story? Are you perhaps immortal?"
Michael said, gesturing towards Righteousness.
"Oh and, on that subject. I never really knew your name..."
Aaron sat Wondering when his day of redemption would come. He pushed the idea out of his mind and layed down.
Michael looked over at Xandus and threw him a cooked slice of venison.
"So, mage. Do you have the dreams? Those malicious dreams? I know I had when I first joined. But I haven't ever since the battle of Denerim"
Michael smiled a weary smile and then looked back at Rightousness.
"So, what's the deal with all the armor?"
"So, mage. Do you have the dreams? Those malicious dreams? I know I had when I first joined. But I haven't ever since the battle of Denerim"
Michael smiled a weary smile and then looked back at Rightousness.
"So, what's the deal with all the armor?"
"yes mage do you have the dreams all greywardens have? The horrific nightmares I have heard so much about," Aaron cracked his knuckles. Since the Defeat at Ostagar I have had nightmares every day." Aaron said. His voice lowering as his head flooded with memories. How he could have saved those mens lives. Aaron then said, "I'm going for a walk." Then he walked into the forest. Twigs snapping under his weight.
Jason sat over near a tree away from the group sitting against a tree writing notes into a small journal he kept on his person at all times. When he heard that the others were telling of their joining, Jason walked over and sat down near the fire.
he wasnt wearing his armor, he was only wearing a black shirt and doe-skin pants. He grabbed a small peice of venison from the fire, and looked at his fellow Wardens.
"Well, while we are sharing stories... i shall tell how i became a warden. I was part of a small Dalish clan involved in the Battle at Denerim, and i traveled to Denerim with my older brother, the Gray Warden who fell fighting the Archdemon. I was greatly wounded during the battle and was brought to the Gray Wardens for help... that is how i ended up here."
he wasnt wearing his armor, he was only wearing a black shirt and doe-skin pants. He grabbed a small peice of venison from the fire, and looked at his fellow Wardens.
"Well, while we are sharing stories... i shall tell how i became a warden. I was part of a small Dalish clan involved in the Battle at Denerim, and i traveled to Denerim with my older brother, the Gray Warden who fell fighting the Archdemon. I was greatly wounded during the battle and was brought to the Gray Wardens for help... that is how i ended up here."
I edited my character sheet again so instead of being related to Duncan, Jason is related to the City Elf Gray Warden who fought the Archdemon
Aaron stepped through the woods. Thinking about the lives that were lost because of of his fear. Aaron feels a sudden pain is the middle of his back. He falls to his knees. He Sees twenty bandits come from the bushes and walk up to him. When they got close he whipped out his sword and chopped two of them in half. He stood up and stumbled back, "HELP!" he yelled as he decapited a third bandit.
...Well...Goodluck with that Skel
The spirit stood staring into the ambers of the fire, watching the flame dance and crackle as the Mortal placed food upon it.
"Immortality implies that i live, i do not live, i simply be, and as for my name i do not have one, all i am is my identity of righteousness" he stated simply his voice muffled by the helmet.
He listened to the Night speak through the trees, the Crickets chirping accompanied by the howls and calls of animals.
"This armour is not of my choosing, that question would be better directed at its owner. though why does one such as you mortal, leave yourself so vulnerable, despite carrying within you something so fragile? Do your wish me to strip myself of my armour as you have done?"
He turned towards the mage
"You, You are a mage, one can assume you have experiance with the Fade and spirits?"
"Someone HELP" Aaron said as a second arrow went through him. This time it went through his chest. He fell on side. Blood leaked from his body. He uses all the strength he has left to cut through four bandits legs.