Alexander
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To Protect and Serve
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Post by Alexander on Jan 12, 2013 12:02:27 GMT -5
(OOC: One rule about this thread. The order is set by this first round of posting. After this round is done, every person will have three days after the start of their turn to post. You can choose to skip simply by letting me know and pming this alexander profile. If you're new and you want to join this thread, simply pm me also.)
The day had arrived, and Alexander was still apprehensive at best about the mission. For one, it would be the first major bust the guard had been involved in since the templars had taken over. It was important they get this right, the future of the guard could potentially benefit from this slaver bust. They do this right, the templars will give them more autonomy to actually run the city the way it should be. But Alexander could not shake the feeling that this could go wrong, very, very wrong. They were undoubtedly going to be dealing with Tevinters, and there was little doubt in his mind there may be blood magic present. The last time he had dealt with a blood mage was when he had met Briana, and he had tried to capture his mind.... However it did end with Alex buying her drinks later, and that ended rather well actually. So perhaps he was just overly anxious.
Walking out to the courtyard, 20 guardsmen were assembled, along with several templars and mercenaries Alexander had contacted after calling in some old favors with his former employer. This was not just a slaver mission, this could potentially become a rescue mission as there were undoubtedly slaves that could potentially need aid. Sometimes, it's better to go in force and not need the extra troops than to sorely need them and not have them.
Fully armored, he stopped in front of the knight commander and stoically saluted the man. While he was not particularly happy with what he had to say next, Briana would undoubtedly be amused lightly by his statement, he bucked up and stated. "Knight-Commander, my men and... auxiliaries... are at your disposal. We're ready to move on the slaver hideout at your command..."
Alexander dropped the salute, then looked at the others. Some he recognized, some he did not. One he was very tempted to flash a light wink at Briana, but that would have to wait for later, when the others weren't looking.
After seeing the troops formed up, Alex's faith in the mission grew. Templars and guards finally working together for the common good... This was a step in the right direction for Kirkwall. But things had to go right...
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Lucina Custodia
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My shame will help me keep my vigilance. And what is left.... Of my soul.
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Post by Lucina Custodia on Jan 12, 2013 12:47:44 GMT -5
Strolling towards the meeting point whilst twisting her gauntlets, Lucina sighed as she felt her sword on her back, it's familiar (though slightly unwelcome) weight swinging from side to side as she walked towards her fellow Brothers and Sisters in Arms. "My apologies for my slight tardiness, Knight-Commander.... I was in my morning prayers when some younger Templars felt the need to try some extra training.... Everything is settled though and I...."
She cast her weary eyes over and saw Alex, before raising an amused eyebrow, which for some of the Templars was something of a novelty considering how she'd been the last few years. "Guardsman Salvatore? This is a surprise?!" She stated as she stood by her fellows. "You were the one who asked for this.... Collection of people for this mission.... This should be intriguing then...." She stated as she looked at the other Templars and inclined her head in greeting to them, she wasn't exactly here by choice but now, Maker knows they may just need her for this.
And who knows, it may just bring the old girl back into her armour full time as the blond slightly pulled at the hood of her armour so that she could raise it back up when they started to move. She did so hate the helmets, but she did need to hide her face these days. But such was who she was, and part of her family duty; and her own curse and cause of her shame.....
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Alex
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Is not content, ever.
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Post by Alex on Jan 13, 2013 14:45:26 GMT -5
The chilly daytime of Kirkwall was not an inviting prospect - would never be - but still a small evil to bear, if you had something depending on your presence. This time it was gold. A hefty amount at that.
Alex tried the heavy pouch of gold hanging from his waist, giving it a few firm taps. He had been able to work out quite a deal with his current master, relying on his superior experience and all that what came with it; pride and self-confidence was one thing, a nose for haggling another. Piss on the skill or the strength. The extra money ought to serve me well, one way or another.
He had been told earlier that his master was a guardsman or a guardscaptain; the stories were vastly different from one another, much to his dismay. But they all shared something in common - they all made him want to meet this man. Call it professional's interest, but he also wanted to know his master. It shouldn't be too hard: the mercenaries had been called together on the morrow, and now it was mid-day.
Alex wrapped his travel-stained cloak tighter around himself: it had once been a strong grey, but had since faded into a brownish hue that lingered somewhere between light grey and the colour of shit. Under the cloak he always wore a coat of quilted leather. All of his weapons and other things were strapped onto it: his dirk, sword and throwing daggers were close to his waist, his die hung from a cord tied to his shoulder, and his purse was hidden under the rough scabbard, tied to it and his belt with the strongest rope he could find. When he moved towards the guardsman/guardscaptain, it all clinked faintly as though he was wearing mail beneath the cloak.
"I thought that we should introduce ourselves, now that you've bought my services," he asked with a hint of demand in his voice. "I am Alex of Pearlmouth, and my birthplace can be heard from my name." |
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Elissa Vuronia
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Post by Elissa Vuronia on Jan 13, 2013 14:59:38 GMT -5
No one in the history of Thedas had the right to steal freedom away from another. At least that was what Elissa had been taught from her older brother Erik who had his own beliefs when it came to surviving in a world that could sometimes be cruel, We all have a right to do anything we desire even if it reveals the status of your heart whether it be cruel or pure. But to be captured and turned into slaves was like just taking away their hope, goals and their dreams only to make them do what there masters wanted them to do. And if they refused to do it then pain would be their punishment and even death, slavery was just a life that no one should go through let alone having their very freedom taken away from them.
Upon entering Kirkwall to gather some supplies for her journey, Elissa came across a note which had information that was calling for volunteers to help in stopping a group of slavers. Deciding to make her brother proud Elissa immediately signed her name and quickly bought supplies, there she and her best friend Amity left the city of chains and headed towards the meeting place in the free marches itself. Luckily Amity was a pure white stallion and was galloping at full speed as quickly as its legs could go, determination appeared on her face.
The last time she had that on her face, her opponents met a painful defeat. Now more then ever freedom had to be given to those that had been enslaved, perhaps she could find her answer about life if she aided the brave men and woman? All she could do was place her trust in Amity as she guided him across the Free Marches and onwards, could freedom itself be the clue she needed to solve her question about life? Either way she put her thoughts on hold and simply concentrated on getting to the rendezvous point before the battle began.
Luckily she knew a short cut there after she was last here in Kirkwall. Amity raced with all of his might in order to get her friend to her destination, he panted happily and breathed in and out in unison. Finally the camp sight was in view which gave Amity a signal to slow down until he was just trotting proudly into the camp, several men and women looked at Elissa and her white stallion as she trotted deep into the centre where the gathering had been taking place. She jumped down off Amity and happily gave the reins over to several guards who guided her dear friend to a temporary stable where he was looked after.
Wearing a grey tunic which covered her waist, brown trousers and soft boots. Her hair was down up so that it was placed into a ponytail, finally her sword was strapped at her weapons belt which went around her waist while a dark blue cloak covered her completely and swept the floor. It was held together by a silver decorated cloak pin, she slowly walked over towards the Knight commander and gave a nod of respect as she introduced herself.
"Greetings Knight-Commander, I am Elissa Vuronia of Amaranthine. I must apologise for being late, however I am here to aid you in your campaign against these slavers"
Soon she nodded again to Alexander and soon joined the other group volunteers. There she closed her cloak completely and waited patiently for the others to arrive.
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Ember Griswald
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Ferelden Apostate}}Strength{0} Dexterity{0} Willpower{2} Magic{4} Cunning{0}
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Post by Ember Griswald on Jan 13, 2013 18:05:41 GMT -5
"I should have done something! Why didn't I do something?!" Andrew was practically beating himself up over what happened. The one woman he ever cared for, and he failed her. He let her get taken by the very people he hated so much... Well, one of the people he hated. Templars being the next. He tried everything he could. He tried to kill that Magister, so as to not let him take her, but no matter how skilled he may be, he was still no match against a Bloog Mage. Bloog Magic. Why did they feel the need to use such things? By resorting to such skills, they put the Mages themselves in even deeper crap. It made the rest of them look just as bad. It made the whole world fear them. It made everyone assume that when they saw a man wielding magic at his fingertips, that they were going to sacrifice the blood of everyone in the village. Every time Andrew saw a blood mage he wanted to kill them himself. He wish he had finished the job with this one... He thirsted for it, every moment he thought of Ember with that man. What he could possibly be doing with her. He needed to do something, and fast. She could be dead within hours, and he would have to die first before he'd let that happen. He spent nearly 10 years of his life away from her. Of course, the few years, he spent trying to forget about her. He knew she'd never leave the Circle, there was no hope for them, no future. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he put himself towards a new woman, she never left his mind. And when he found out what happened to the circles, he knew he needed to find her. And when he finally did, look what happened. Andrew heard rumors of an expedition group looking for volunteers, that were going to be sent out to find slavers. The same ones who took Ember. He just knew it was, and he couldn't pass up the opportunity. He found the man who put the expedition together, Alex--he remembered the name--and to his luck, he was hired to join. Now if only he could his identity secret... Andrew finally arrived to where it was said they were supposed to meet. Thankfully, he wasn't the only one there, so he at least knew he was in the right place. Only thing was... There were Templars. He knew this would happen, but it was another thing now confronting them. They had no idea who he was, and just knowing he was standing within 10 feet of them... He was so close. Now he just needed to keep the target on his back as small as possible. He arrived with another. Another young woman, who didn't appear to be a year over 20 arrived on her white stallion. Not a Templar, it seemed. But from her words it appeared that they were late. "I'm Andrew. Andrew Vaga. I'm also here for the expedition."----------------------- Ember cursed, not only inside her head, but aloud as well. Damn him! Damn him to the abyss for what he was doing! Who did he think he was, that he could just take whoever he liked. Of course, he was a Magister. One of those monsters from Tevinter. Capturing anyone they could for their own power and wealth. She shook her hands, tied up behind against the bars of the cage. Yeah, he was lucky he did that because if he hadn't, he would have been lit on fire. It just showed how much of a coward he was. Wasn't even willing to go up against someone who wasn't as "powerful" as he. And who said she wasn't powerful? Just because she didn't take someone elses life in order to use magic? To her, it made her more powerful. She wasn't so scared that she had to resort to the forbidden. Only cowards did that. And it wasn't as if her words could be heard. No coherently at least. The black cloth that was wrapped around her head and stuffed in her mouth made it even harder for her to talk back. No matter how much she maneuvered her hands, the chains around her wrists wouldn't come undone, the cloth around her head wouldn't budge. The only emotions that filled her was anger, on top of being hungry and overwhelming fatigue. He served bits of bread and small portions of water, but that was it. And it was only enough to keep her alive so that she could prove to be useful to him.
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Dante Machiavelli
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Post by Dante Machiavelli on Jan 13, 2013 18:41:26 GMT -5
Walking through towards the courtyard Dante Machiavelli felt odd in the aurum dwarven plate rather than his usual armour but for this mission it was necessary, though having his face open for all to see was even worse. Still, it wasn't the first time he'd done something like this as a seeker. At least he still had the Blade of the Redeemer on his back. Opening the door to the office he gave a faint nod to the knight commander, signalling for the man not to reveal him. "Machiavelli reporting as per our arrangement Knight-Commander." He knew that aside from Cullen himself none of those present would recognise him and that was his advantage here. He'd made said arrangement with the Knight-Commander in private and was not taking an active role as a seeker, simply working as a representative of the order. The usual stony calm look on his face he turned to the others assembled. "Dante Machiavelli at your service." Although he had lost most of it over the years there was still a distinctive Antivan twang to his voice. With a small bow to the crowd he moved to a suitable position and waited.
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Willow
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Post by Willow on Jan 14, 2013 8:39:26 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe there was one benefit to waking up early – she wasn’t the one that waltzed in late, for once.
Still, Willow couldn’t stifle a grumpy yawn as she watched the guards, Templars and mercs slowly file into the courtyard in drips and drabs.
One of her old pirating acquaintances had bumped into her a few days earlier. He’d said that his current captain had a friend in the Red Irons who’d heard from a guardsman that there was some mad venture being set up by the guards and Templars in Kirkwall, and was Willow still as crazy as she used to be and would she be interested?
She’d weaselled a few more details out of him – it was a slaving ring bust, apparently, out on the Wounded Coast, and they were paying quite well for any volunteers who wanted to sign up.
Apparently she was still barking mad, since she’d signed up yesterday, gone back to the inn, had a drink, gone to bed, then had one of the worst night’s sleep in years.
Nightmares always crept up at the worst times, really.
She’d given up on sleep at around half four, got up, got dressed and ended up meandering down to the courtyard early. She hadn’t been the first one here – some of the guards and Templars were standing around in the chilly early morning already – but she’d been the first mercenary to turn up.
Really, she would have preferred being the last. At least it would have meant she’d had a good night’s sleep.
Still, as more people strolled in and the day actually developed into daytime, she was getting that familiar feeling of excitement she had whenever she was about to go off on a new, dangerous, relatively unknown job.
As the group grew in size, Willow finally stood up from her seat on the ground and stretched, her light leather armour creaking slightly.
She didn't usually wear it, especially not out at sea, but dealing with Tevinter slavers - in other words, blood mages - Willow wasn't going to take any chances. Not after the last time.
She nodded to each person as they appeared and made a mental note of their names – some fancy, some not, but remained silent herself.
She could introduce herself once everyone was here; otherwise she’d just have to repeat herself constantly.
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Azrael
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Post by Azrael on Jan 14, 2013 12:32:41 GMT -5
The usual confident smile on his face Azrael glanced at the other figures around the courtyard. The was a good number of guards and Templars, that was logical considering that they were running the show here. The rest were much more interesting, there were a few familiar faces about, people that he knew or seemed reliable. Guard Captain Alexander Salvatore for example, Azrael still remembered locking eyes with the man as he led the rear guard at Ostagar, a man so determined to do his duty that even the threat of certain death hadn't stopped him. Lady Elissa Vuronia was also present along with the mercenary Alex of Pearlmouth. Quite the group, the slavers were in for one hell of a kicking. He himself had taken the opportunity to wear the armour that Frederic had worn at River Dane without the usual cloak. Stifling a yawn as he waited for others to arrive he allowed his right hand to rest on the hilt of one of his swords whilst his left absently played with the pendant around his neck. Hopefully they would be going before he ended up going mad. He'd introduce himself later if necessary.
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Briana Talon
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Post by Briana Talon on Jan 15, 2013 10:27:12 GMT -5
Briana stood slightly behind the Knight Commander as she waited to be addressed by him. As Knight Captain she was positioned accordingly standing between him and the other Templars that were chosen for this task. If the intelligence gathered was true then they would be facing off against Tevinters. Tevinters. Not exactly her favored group of people. Especially since it was pretty much guaranteed that any Magisters present would be blood mages. Not so much a problem for the Templars, as for everyone else present it could be taxing.
Looking over the crowd that had gathered Briana did her best to remain stoic about the decision Alex made in regards to involving mercenaries. They were not disciplined soldiers and even if they were skilled she saw them more a burden and a liability. It was never clear with mercs what their true intentions were. Those with weaker wills and unscrupulous thirsts would be easy targets for Magisters. The blood mages would peer into their minds and manipulate them given the chance. But the Knight Commander had allowed it so Briana stayed quiet.
When Alex approached Knight Commander Cullen Briana briefly she met his eyes. The smirk that wanted to form as he saluted Cullen was kept in check and she glanced over her shoulder to the other Templars to avoid giving away any acknowledgement that she knew what having to salute and address a Templar as his superior was doing to him.
It was then Briana noticed Knight Lieutenant Lucina entering the yard and she gave her an acknowledging nod. After addressing the Commander Lucina fell in line with the other Templars and they stood at ease waiting for instruction. A total of five Templars would be going on this mission and now that they were all present Briana was ready to go. The sooner they dealt with the Tevinter slavers the better.
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Post by Knight Commander Cullen on Jan 16, 2013 17:48:54 GMT -5
Cullen greeted them all with the airs and graces of a true Knight Commander and made sure he looked completely professional. His armour was practically gleaming which he'd spent endless hours doing (though if anyone asked he would tell them he had some recruits doing it, as was the custom)
"Thank you, Guardsman. We will be leaving shortly." He smiled briefly and then focused on greeting everyone else.
When Lucina aproached him he let himself smile more warmly though it was only briefly to give an air of reassurance. Perhaps he was getting this whole 'knight-commander' thing after all. "You do not need to apologize, Knight Lieutenant. You are not late. Trust me, you'd know if you were."
As Elissa approached, he bowed his head and once again smiled in greetings "Your aid is welcome though I must warn you that orders must be obeyed even if you do not fall into our ranks. They are there for your safety as well as ours." He then regarded the man who came up next to her. "My greetings also, that warning extends to you as well."
Well if he didn't know it before, he sure knew it now. He'd be playing the part of knight-commander throughout this expedition. There would be no breaks. He'd have to unfortunately keep this up every waking hour of the day. Absolutely great.
There were others who hadn't introduced themselves yet but there was time for that yet. The woman behind him didn't need any introduction. Briana was his captain and one of his best. He held her in high regard and knew she'd go far in life.
With everyone here, he spoke up. "If this is everyone, I believe it's time we take our leave. I have taken certain precautions since this will be a long journey and our ranks require...something extra to keep us going."
He then called forth a senior recruit who would be joining them on the journey. He was in a lighter form of Templar armour but the most important thing was the large rucksack he carried on his back.
"Ser Garrid will be bringing our extra supplies should we need it. Guard-Captain Alexander. If you please, make the call."
((OOC: Ser Garrid and his bag of fragile vials is extremely expendable of course. It didn't make sense to me that they wouldn't at least attempt to be overly prepared.))
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