HUMAN
“ I am a freedom fighter, the name that history wrote. ”
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Post by Tyrael Fleetwood on May 12, 2014 0:48:02 GMT
 STRIKE A MATCH AND I'LL BURN YOU TO THE GROUND. Tyrael sat next to his blades and a small tome2. The party had traveling for a few days now, a ragtag group of mercenaries hired to escort a man in his sixties. It paid decent money, and offered the chance to explore some ruins, something that Tyrael rarely got to do. The party consisted of Tyrael the mage, a rather pompous elven rogue by the name of Alras and Jay the Qunari warrior. All of them hired by their elderly scholar Olan. They were hired to protect him while he scouted some old Grey Warden outpost for important historical documents.
The sun had just begun to rise, Tyrael had woken up earlier than everyone else and moved towards a small cliff that overlooked a wide expanse of trees. He hadn't talked much about himself, deflecting any personal questions with jokes or changing the topic entirely. Whenever he came to the wilds, he felt scared that she would be around, watching him, and hoping to recapture her darling sweetheart.
They were only a mile or two away from the ruins, at least according to the old mans map, Tyrael wouldn't have been surprised if the wilds had led them in circles. In the time they had been traveling the woods had offered seemingly little resistance, it was uncanny and seemed rather off. He hadn't revealed how unsettled he was to anybody else. He waited at the edge of the cliff, ruminating in his thoughts, waiting for the rest of his crew to wake up. | NOTES
I hope its good enough |
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QUNARI
“ a bird, caught in the wires ”
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Post by jay on May 17, 2014 7:12:35 GMT
Jay did not move immediately when she woke, letting her eyelids rest as the sounds of the wilds found her. Or, at least, the elf’s snoring. She allowed herself a few stolen moments before she opened her eyes and sat up, taking in her surroundings in a moment more dedicated to languid aimlessness than security. It would likely be the only foolishness she would willingly submit herself to that day. She rose and packed her things as quietly as she could manage; while it might be best to get moving as soon as possible, the kossith was more than willing to let the unenviable task of waking up their employer fall to either of the other two. Once finished, and certain of the temporary safety of their surroundings, she approached the hill Tyrael had perched himself on. She stopped to stand behind him somewhat, glancing over the view below. The Korcari Wilds had proven worthy of suspicion. The place was similar to a maze, and it was easy to see how superstitions could form. Only a fool would underestimate such a place. “Not the most scenic view I’ve ever seen, but not terrible.” She remarked, her voice soft only in the fact that she still felt no need to wake the others. Otherwise, there remained the same edge to it that grazed over her tongue as it always had while she double checked the fit of her guantlet. Tyrael Fleetwoodcoded by electric of gangnam style |
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HUMAN
“ I am a freedom fighter, the name that history wrote. ”
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Post by Tyrael Fleetwood on May 17, 2014 23:55:20 GMT
STRIKE A MATCH AND I'LL BURN YOU TO THE GROUND. He heard her footsteps before she spoke, heavier than most, but still delicate, it was probably she didn't want to wake the rest of the party up. It was still early, and the others deserved some rest. He didn't turn around to acknowledge her, instead he looked out over the distance, the same as before. It was surreal to return back to the wilds, after everything that happened here, he would never forget his mother. Worst of all, she was out there, and he felt she would be watching him.
Tyrael chuckled at Jay's comment, "Don't worry, it grows on you fast." In Tyrael's case, the longer he was here the more he hated it, but he never let his feelings show, always hiding them in a charming facade. One of the larger more ornate blades at his side began to vibrate, Tyrael reached out to settle it. His blade shouldn't be quivering, something was amiss. He decided against telling Jay, it was useless to worry everyone over something this trivial.
"It's a little odd, don't you think? The Wilds should be crawling with wolves, or even a witch or two, but as long as we've been traveling, there's been nothing."
He wondered if Jay knew enough of the Wilds to realize this, but being a Qunari it seemed highly unlikely.
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I hope its good enough |
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QUNARI
“ a bird, caught in the wires ”
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Post by jay on May 20, 2014 9:13:48 GMT
The sunrise dragged thoughts of a warmer Par Vollen to the vashoth woman’s mind, and she turned away, as if to glance back at their sleeping companions. “It will have to.” She was planning on remaining in these wilds only as long as she had to. She had never had reason to travel further than Lothering, but she had been raised in wilderness for enough of her life. And while she wasn’t so quick to give in to the superstition surrounding the area, that did not mean she was foolish enough not to read between the lines or let her guard down. All the same, if there was something Jay had a habit of doing, it was underplaying her hand. “I was once told that the quieter the inhabitants of the wilderness, the more one should expect trouble.” It was not a lie. And they were words that had served her well. “Perhaps you should wake the others so we can get moving.”After all, it wasn't like she was going to do it. Tyrael Fleetwoodcoded by electric of gangnam style |
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HUMAN
“ I am a freedom fighter, the name that history wrote. ”
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Post by Tyrael Fleetwood on May 20, 2014 20:20:58 GMT
STRIKE A MATCH AND I'LL BURN YOU TO THE GROUND. He listened to her for a little bit, but she was right, it was much too quiet for there to be no hidden traps. Whatever the case, the party had to get moving, as the sun had finally risen to its full height. Sliding his sword into his sheath he stood walking back to the camp, motioning for Jay to follow. Around the fire there were a few pots and pans that contained leftovers from last nights meal. Tyrael picked them up briefly, looking at them in a contemplative state.
He always liked being flashy, he smacked the pans together creating a din not even a bear could sleep through, luckily the only person who frightened him was already awake. "Rise and shine, we've got a new day ahead of us!" The first to wake up was the rogue, who instantly snatched up the nearest stone and flung it at Tyrael, who dodged it with a smirk. The older scholar woke up slowly, rubbing his head and giving Tyrael a look that could only be described as pure anger.
He looked at Jay briefly flashing her a crooked smile, after all she was the one who asked him to do this. Tyrael walked over to his pack and began putting his sleeping materials back inside, it was unlikely thy would make camp outside tonight, seeing as the ruins were very close. "Get ready, we move in half an hour."
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