Post by flemeth on Feb 6, 2012 19:11:33 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Flemeth
Race: Human? As far as anyone knows.
Age: Older than you
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Unknown
Residence: A hut in the Korcari Wilds
Affiliation: None
Occupation: She's a sneaky witch thief, if that counts as a job.
Religion: She's not exactly religious.
COMBAT
Class: Mage
Character Stats: (You begin with six points, which you can divide within the group below as you want. For each level you get, you gain one point. Each attribute has maximum seven slots. This is what makes your character special, and each attribute has its advantages.)
Strength:
Dexterity:
Willpower: 2
Magic: 2
Cunning: 2
Gear: When she is fighting she wears the Robes of Possession, and is sometimes armed with a copy of her Grimoire, when she thinks normal spells will not do the trick. Of course, she doesn't need either of these things in her dragon form.
APPLICATION
Dear Diary,
It seems odd, even to me, to be writing in a diary. It is a way to organize my thoughts I suppose, and more socially accepted than simply talking to myself. Not that such things truly matter to me anymore. Another Blight is seizing the land, that much cannot be ignored. Some of the humans either do not realize this, or prefer to ignore it in favor of doing what they wish with their remaining life. I flew down to the city of Ostagar in my crow form a few days ago, and while they are massing an army for the upcoming darkspawn attack, their leader King Calian does not seem to be taking this as seriously as he should. I overheard him say that he does not believe this is a true Blight, but as far as I know he is no grey warden. Should he not ask them if he is unsure? One was even at his side as he said this. Ah well, men well believe what they wish to believe. History has proven this time and time again.
Considering the skill and numbers of their army, and the numbers I expect the darkspawn to have, I highly doubt this will be anything but a massacre. This presents me with a dilemma. If I want the Blight ended, at least one grey warden will have to live. I do not know how many wardens there are in Ferelden, but I do know that most, if not all of them, will be in the impending battle. Which means I may need to interfere and drag some out, unnoticed if I can. This is where being able to transform into a dragon will be very useful. I will save what grey wardens I can, and Morrigan will help me nurse them back to help if necessary.
While I was at Ostagar I listened in on the battle plans they made. Two of the grey wardens will be at the Tower of Ishal simply waiting to light a beacon, if the darkspawn do not get to them first. They will be the easiest to rescue. The only other grey warden at the meeting was the one called Duncan, who will be riding into the thick of battle with the King. I do not think I will be able to reach him in time, nor do I have a wish to reveal my dragon form to so many potential survivors. Many will undoubtedly think that I am the Archdemon and attempt to slay me, a sentiment I would not appreciate. It sounds like Morrigan is coming back from the old grey warden tower, so I will conclude this entry.
Until the next time,
Flemeth
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Jane
Contact: PM on my Andraste account
Roleplay Experience: About 7 years
Language(s): English
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Roleplay Sample:
Flemeth sat on the bed inside her hut, thinking. Her daughter Morrigan had gone off into the world a while ago, and not just for a 'brief foray' as she called it. She traveled with the two grey wardens Flemeth had rescued from the chaos at Ostagar. No doubt the two thought her a strange old woman, though the red haired one seemed wary of her. It was likely he heard those tales the humans of Ferelden spread about her. The boy must have been confused when he learned that she still lived. Few knew of this fact, and even fewer knew how she had managed it. Fewer meaning her, and now her daughter Morrigan.
A small part of her had been wary of sending Morrigan on such a dangerous journey, as it would set back her plans for living longer, but it would benefit no one if she could have made ending the Blight even a small bit easier and did not do so. Flemeth had trained her well, and while she had every confidence when she sent her with them that Morrigan would do her utmost to make it through this, she do not expect her to come back to the Wilds of her own free will. Morrigan longed for freedom, and now that she had it she would cling to it. It would be interesting to see what she did with her new found freedom. She would have to watch.
The Blight was over now, the Archdemon slain, and Morrigan had left to a place her former companions would likely never find her. Likely she hoped that Flemeth herself would not find her either, if she still believed her mother alive. She had surrendered her original Grimoire when the Warden had come by to kill her, but she had written out a second copy throughout her many years of life. Just in case something every happened to her real Grimoire. She had suspected one of her daughters may be crafty enough to take it from her one day, and now one had. Flemeth was still a skilled mage, with or without the spells in the book, so she was far from defenseless if Morrigan ever got the notion that the Warden had lied to her and came to kill her mother herself. For now though, let her think her dead.
Still, she needed someone if she wished to extend her lifespan again. Perhaps it was time to raise another daughter? It would take a few years, but Flemeth was nothing if not patient...
A small part of her had been wary of sending Morrigan on such a dangerous journey, as it would set back her plans for living longer, but it would benefit no one if she could have made ending the Blight even a small bit easier and did not do so. Flemeth had trained her well, and while she had every confidence when she sent her with them that Morrigan would do her utmost to make it through this, she do not expect her to come back to the Wilds of her own free will. Morrigan longed for freedom, and now that she had it she would cling to it. It would be interesting to see what she did with her new found freedom. She would have to watch.
The Blight was over now, the Archdemon slain, and Morrigan had left to a place her former companions would likely never find her. Likely she hoped that Flemeth herself would not find her either, if she still believed her mother alive. She had surrendered her original Grimoire when the Warden had come by to kill her, but she had written out a second copy throughout her many years of life. Just in case something every happened to her real Grimoire. She had suspected one of her daughters may be crafty enough to take it from her one day, and now one had. Flemeth was still a skilled mage, with or without the spells in the book, so she was far from defenseless if Morrigan ever got the notion that the Warden had lied to her and came to kill her mother herself. For now though, let her think her dead.
Still, she needed someone if she wished to extend her lifespan again. Perhaps it was time to raise another daughter? It would take a few years, but Flemeth was nothing if not patient...
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