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Post by alya karimi on May 8, 2014 2:03:21 GMT
A breath of rockets shone like torches,
Boss, we got a problem, the people will not listen  alya didn't really know what to think when the templars and the chantry had started to split. on one hand, huzzah for the divine recognizing that mages should not be slaughtered indiscriminately. on the other hand, the prospects of vengeful templars who are seeking to resolve the events at kirkwall on their own terms is admittedly... unsettling. as with all drama that occurs in thedas, that probably isn't even half of the problem. in times like these, she's almost grateful that she isn't an actual templar. she would rather pass on the lyrium addiction too. that's kind of cheating, isn't it? funny how they're having this whole scism when the chantry supposedly controlled the reserves. maybe that's why the chantry never recruited aggressively among the elves. alya walks into the chantry in full armor and a greatsword across her back. "miss knight lieutenaaaannnntt" her voice is carried by the acoustics of the building. "i'm heeereeee"some of the sisters give her dirty looks for causing a disturbance indoors. alya hardly seems to notice. a consequence of living without mundane consequences. Melisande DuFont LAIKA OF GS! |
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“ Sign away our peace for your war...one word and it's over. ”
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Post by Melisande DuFont on May 17, 2014 19:46:25 GMT
She knew the higher ups were attempting to re-consolidate power and authority over some ranks to ensure half the Order didn't end up breaking off due to all the recent...issues, but her being dumped with one of the Knight-Captain’s paperwork was not funny. She made a lot of noise about leaving herself these days, mostly to make sure the higher ranked knew how much she thought of some of their crap (though she dare not speak out against them directly, she had too much respect for ranks to do that), it was take a lot to remove her from the familiar. It didn't mean she didn't have her legitimate doubts, though – some news of the fringes of their Order were beginning to concern her.
'Not to mention you rarely hear about Knight-Captains personally heading mage hunts on a regular basis. He's beginning to become a bit too enthusiastic.' She shook the thought away as soon as it occurred, and assured herself that surely their Knight-Commander would be back soon and would start forbidding him from going out on these ventures so often. He was becoming less of a protector of people and more of a mercenary, otherwise. 'Shut up Meli, you're over-thinking it.' She hoped she was.
She had to resist jumping a bit when there was a rap on her door, and a muffled voice informing her there was someone calling for her – or that was what they assumed, as she was currently the only female knight-lieutenant there. She resisted a sigh, glared at the letters she'd been ordered to sign off, and was happy to be rid of them, even if it was only for a few moments. She pushed herself up and strode away from them and out the door, heading in the direction the messenger had pointed, and a couple hallways later was met with a now all-too-familiar blue and silver uniform. She raised an eyebrow at it, and while her brain told her a polite greeting was what should be coming out of her mouth, it didn't entirely comply. “I'm just being beset by many a Grey Wardens these days. I'm almost concerned I'm going to to start to get recruitment pamphlets.”
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Post by alya karimi on May 18, 2014 3:35:22 GMT
A breath of rockets shone like torches,
Boss, we got a problem, the people will not listen alya practically skips over to meli's side and grabs her hand to shake it vigorously. "oh creator, you're knight lieutenant dufont!" she might have bowed a little a few years back, but that wouldn't look so good anymore. not when she's got an actual position in an organization that's not supposed to bow to any power. she's been working on remembering that. "oh, nah." alya isn't the one for formal smalltalk either. "we're not all about plucking the best and brightest all over the kingdom. i think ferelden would collapse if we did." not all of them would even survive. she looks the templar in the eye and tells her intently, "i know that we're supposed to protect everyone in thedas, but that doesn't mean that your work here isn't valuable. if recruiters took you away today, then i might be dealing with a few extra mages that i shouldn't have to deal with tomorrow!" she flexes an arm dramatically. "gotta save that energy for the remaining emissaries!"Melisande DuFont LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Melisande DuFont on May 20, 2014 18:26:18 GMT
She didn't know what she was expecting from the other woman, but it certainly wasn't what she got. Her manner and speech just seemed so incredibly laid back, and while professionalism wasn't a cornerstone of wardens she'd met, it still surpised her.
The redhead slowly raised one eyebrow so high it almost disappeared underneath her bangs as the other carried on, even going so far as to flaunt herself at the end of her statement about saving energy for emissaries.
“...Right.” 'I've seen somber wardens, sarcastic wardens, and moody ones, but I have no idea what this one is.' To say she was at a loss as to what was a proper response was an understatement, and she spent a split second arranging her thoughts before she finally landed on something acceptable.
She cleared her throat a little, attempting to not look too thrown off by how excitable the elven woman seemed. “Not that I'm complaining about a proper respite from cleaning Knight-Captain Reynard's mess of missives, but did you need something? Wardens rarely visit us, even the ones from the outpost nearby...”
Because that was the best way to introduce yourself, 'hey hurry up and tell me what the heck you want so I can get back to my exceedingly boring chore.' But hey, someone here had to have a sense of propriety, and while many would complain that it was never the knight-lieutenant that had it, she was certainly she still beat this warden.
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Post by alya karimi on May 20, 2014 20:00:11 GMT
A breath of rockets shone like torches,
Boss, we got a problem, the people will not listen alya totally didn't miss the incredibly high eyebrow (who would, really?). "yo, it would help if you don't try to like... categorize me." it wasn't so much that she was a mind reader as much as it was that this is only the five millionth time that she's gotten this sort of response. she pats meli on the shoulder with a heavily gloved hand. melisande reminds her that the templar order is one of ... responsibility and everything else that she used to never have. alya scratches the back of her head awkwardly. "uh...yeah! so um this isn't really official business, but more like...something of a favor? for um..." she thinks fast. this templar didn't seem like someone who would bend so easily on casual favors. "...risking my life to beat back the darkspawn?" yeah, that sounded like a good excuse. she exhales and dredges up some shit that she would much rather have forgotten. "one of our templar wardens died in the deep roads last week." it was kind of inevitable considering it was his calling, but the templars didn't have to know that. that was a warden secret. "he was my best sparring partner, and i ... really need another one before i get flabby. a sparring partner, i mean."templars trained too, didn't they? Melisande DuFont LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Melisande DuFont on May 22, 2014 0:31:27 GMT
Don't categorize...? 'Are you really a warden?' her mind accused bluntly, but she managed to keep this thought from escaping onto her face this time. Normally she would never doubt such a thing – who would want to pretend to be doomed to kill darkspawn for a living, especially when the image of wardens seemed to be a mix of heroics and morally distasteful methods – but if the elf told her she was faking, she would believe it pretty damn quick.
Her expression fell back to neutral nevertheless, and she reigned in her skepticism as best she could. Instead she focused on the woman's slightly awkward movements and next request, which set her slightly on edge, if only for a moment. The elf sounded reluctant, and whether or not Melisande believed her a warden, the attempt to cast about for an excuse (especially one as lame as pulling the 'I am your defender from the darkspawn' card) would always leave her suspicious.
Her brain told her it was either far-fetched, or incredibly bad.
The redhead's first instinct when she told her about the lost templar-turned-warden was oh crap they've come to conscript someone, which was quickly followed by please take the knight-captain. She immediately felt guilty for wishing a lifelong task of killing disgusting tainted creatures onto the man, but she couldn't help it – she really didn't like him. 'I haven't wished for someone to be transferred away this badly for a long time.'
However, when the elf added to her statement to request that all she wanted was a sparring partner, the knight-lieutenant couldn't help a slight huff of relief at the request, and perhaps even the smallest hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. “That's all?” Her entire posture seemed to relax as she paused a brief second, reconsidering a much, much less dire request than she'd expected. Normally Melisande would have considered such a thing too frivolous, especially with their strained numbers, but the relief knowing she wouldn't be handing one of their own over to be cursed to a fate of taint and Deep Roads trips left her a bit more malleable.
“The Order is strained at best right now, but I'm sure we can spare some time. In fact-” She thought of all that paperwork waiting for her, and being able to gleefully tell Ser Reynard she'd been to busy fulfilling a request from a warden to be able to finish it all, so he'd have to clean his own mess...well, in a much politer fashion, of course. “I'm mostly free for the rest of the day until evening patrols run in, if that would suffice for now.”
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