Dragon Age: Prelude to Chaos

[Alaylyne]

Alaila looked oddly at the elf that entered the inn and started buying drinks for everyone. Way not to draw attention to himself. She also saw a Templar walk in, but he got no reaction from the ginger. She's seen so many Templars in the last few days she stopped paying attention to them. The first time she saw one, the elf nearly jumped out of her skin. It, by no means, meant she shouldn't be careful - she only learned how to act casually around them.

 

And on the other hand, why would any Templar even look at her? She wore commoner clothes and no other weapon other than a dagger around her belt, a basket with herbs next to her. If knowledge of herbs branded one as a mage, the Templars were really getting desperate. Knowing she'll have to wait at least another 20 minutes for the other bartender to appear, the ginger ordered a cup of tea, listening to the other people talk. What other was she supposed to do?

 

So there was a ship, a woman looking for a crew, something about treasure...? Among other things. Hmmmm. Maybe she'll ask around more about it later, once there weren't so many people around.

 

Woah, that escalated quickly. The ginger only shifted a bit away from the direction the elf was fighting the sailors, not looking away until she made sure a mug or any other piece of...anything, really, won't fly towards her. A pirate, hmm? They would smuggle an elf out of the ship - if payed, of course.

 

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It didn't took him long to find the noble's home and slaughter his way inside, getting rid of the guards before they even knew someone was there. It was always the same thing - if they saw him coming, they knew they'd be dead within seconds. If they didn't - they may as well be dead without noticing yet.

 

He had originally planned to kill the girl first, but a better idea tickled him mind. The woman was killed while the girl watched, tied to a chair in her own room with all the toys and other things their parents had bought her to spoil her, crying and screaming and rocking on the chair as she tried to get to her mother's - now lifeless - body. He could have killed her, but no...that would be too simple. So the Anders tied the girl to her mother's corpse, making her look at the mutilated face of a woman whom she once called 'mother'.

 

He left her there, knowing they won't find her for at least a few days. The noble's estate was small, insignificant, and away from the main roads. Perhaps some cousins or friends would pass by to see why the family hasn't sent any letters, but even if she was alive at that point, she'll wish she was dead. It was too bad he won't be able to see in what kind of a state she will be within the next few days. The stages of maddness were always so amusing to watch.

 

"Time to pick up the payment." The assassing said to the hawk sitting on his shoulder, putting his green hood back on. No giveaways, no evidence, no witnesses. He left the same way he came, silently and without a trace, disappearing into the forest.

Edited June 27, 2013 by Alaylyne

[Flipout6]

Terys ignored the pirate's scuffle entirely, leaving petty tavern brawls to idiots like them. His job wasn't to settle disputes, it was to hunt down mages and their ilk. He rolled his eyes and ate some of his soup, being sure to leave a good tip for the waitress, and continued watching the group in front of him and the woman in the corner.

 

He heard one of the people mention the pirate's name. Apparently Wind was wanted by somebody, somewhere, but Terys didn't care. He'd report it to a guard if he saw one, but until then he was enjoying his meal.

 

The woman in the corner, the one he truly suspected of being a mage, was glaring at him. He returned it in full, and they made eye contact for a moment. She looked angry (though from what he'd seen that wasn't much of a surprise.) But the smallest tint of...fear? He couldn't tell for sure. He kept his eye on her, but otherwise did nothing.

Edited June 27, 2013 by Flipout6

[nethgros]

For the past few years, since the failed takeover of Kirkwall by the Qunari, Ash had spent his days in Darktown in a meditative state with his consciousness traversing the Fade until his body could take it no more. Once again his body had failed him, and he was pulled back into this dreadful place, gasping. Spending days at a time in this condition was taxing, and yet he kept returning, he had to. With such a large population of rats sustenance was not an immediate problem, but today he could definitely feel the effects of spending years living intermittently on rats. For the first time in a very long time he desired a real meal, though his idea of a 'real' meal and the average idea were not exactly the same.

 

He stood up very slowly from his crossed-leg position, the consequences of sedentary living painfully evident, and walked off down the tunnels. His knowledge of his surroundings was absolutely dreadful, the only place he could think of to get anything close to a decent meal was The Hanged Man in Lowtown. He would need money, and if he didn't want to attract attention to himself by taking the money then he would need to ask for it from others. His days as a living tool had stripped him of anything that could be considered pride or dignity, and with begging being a nonexistent act within Qunari territory he thought nothing of leaving himself at the mercy of these people. The only problem he could identify was the fact that he was a rather large Qunari in a town that had relatively recently defended itself from a Qunari attack, which he was reluctantly a part of, even if he did not physically participate.

 

Walking through the destitute tunnels of Darktown he was watched by everyone he crossed paths with, and Lowtown was not very different. After a rather long trip filled with hateful stares he arrived at the Hanged Man, and proceeded to sit himself down against the wall to ask for change.

[SteffiSyndrom]

Ruth shrugged. How else to ask for crew members? - I am still new at this alright. - she said to herself in her mind and scowled. In the hopes it would make her better at this, she swallowed her ale whole then ordered, yet again, some rum. Her stomach made a few unpleasant gurlgy sounds, obviously complaining about yet another drinking spree, but she happily ignored it.

"Name's Ruthalia. But .. I know it's long, so feel free to just call me Ruth," she answered the elf - Lianna - and smiled.

She watched the generous, handsome elf who had given them a round on him, watch come closer and sit down in front of them.

'Hola Senoritas... Welcome to the Hanged Man, I am... well I am me and you are you,' Ruth chuckled. He reminded her of someone, the way he talked, the accent, his behavior and all.

It was obvious now that he was a pirate. A captain, too. The self-confidence, the way he moved, the looks - especially the looks - Ruth made an appreciative sound through closed lips. She was fairly sure that there was no way he would join her since he was the experienced captain and she ... well, she was ... not. She took a sip of the rum that just arrived and noticed the pirate captain drinking something similiar. Despite all the fumes and smells there was no mistaking that what he drank was fine Rivaini rum.

"Hey! Please don't tell me that's all you got of this," Ruth exclaimed, pointing at his drink with her own. She got interrupted as the other woman - whose name was Agathe - made clear that she knew the pirate - Wind, his name.

"Been sometime... still running from your husband?" Wind asked and Ruth raised an eyebrow, drinking her cheap rum and listening to the conversation. That sounded familiar. She smiled at the thought of whom it made her think of.

But before Agathe could answer, Wind found himself confronted. Ruth was ready to jump in and help a fellow pirate like him but before she could do much of anything, he had the situation under control. And he didn't even drop a sweat! Impressive. Ruth clapped and lifted her drink in appreciation and congratulation to him.

"Turns out you have good taste in rum and know how to handle yourself!" she commented with a grin and took a sip.

She sighed and leaned back, smiling at Lianna who had witnessed the little fight as well.

Without Wind's crew the Hanged Man was already a lot emptier and Ruth took the time and chance to look around.

She noticed a ginger elf in a corner, a basked next to her.

A templar was sitting by himself enjoying a soup and some bread, eyeing everyone around.

To her surprise she also noticed a large Qunari in a corner. With a smile she remembered the jokes she and Isabela used to make about them and their seriousness, but actually seeing one for herself she felt respect and ... maybe a little fear. Turns out Isabela was not bullshitting her when she told her how big some of them were.

Edited July 1, 2013 by SteffiSyndrom

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"Ruth it is." Lianna chuckled and was about to say something, anything really, when an elf speaking with a clear Antivan accent approached them and before she could say anything he walked away, talked to some other woman and got into a fight. "What an adventurous fellow." She thought to herself as she finished her drink.

 

"Do you have any treasure hunts in mind, captain?" Lianna asked Ruth.

[Macman253]

Wind smiled and spun one of his daggers around in his hand, the blade seemed to sing as it cut the air and as it slid into the sheath on his belt next to it's twin. He picked up his mug of Riviani Rum and smiled, he took a long deep drink of the strong alcohol and returned to his conversation with the women at their table.

 

"So senoritas... what brings you to Low Town?" He asked to no one in general.

[SteffiSyndrom]

Ruth heard Lianna ask a question - and calling her captain at that! she liked the elf already! - but was enchanted by Wind's dagger. He swung it too quickly but she thought she could read a name on it. A very familiar one at that. But before she could ask him about it, he had put it away again and she figured she could find out later as well.

"Well, certainly. I take it that means you're game?" she finally answered Lianna with a smile, then turned back to Wind. "You've heard the lady. Treasure hunts!" she answered him then scowled, thinking how dumb an answer that must have been - looking for treasure hunts in Low Town ...

"Well, we're looking for treasure hunts, any treasure, any adventure, and I in particular am looking for a crew ... you seem like the type who would know how and where to find all three of those," she grinned.

[Macman253]

Wind smiled and nodded, he knew where she could find the last of those three quite easily. "Well... treasure you say. I think I might be interested in that. But adventure usually comes when one seeks treasure..." He says as his ears perked, he takes a deep drink of his rum and slides the empty mug across the table. He was hesitant to reveal the best place to hire a crew but he had a weakness for redheads.

 

"The Blooming Rose... you want to find Sailors, look there. But don't take none of my crewmen." He said with a slight smirk and a wink.

[Deleted6317247User]

Lianna chuckled at Ruth's and Wind's conversation. Here she thought that she'll find no one interesting in this cesspool of a city but how wrong she was. "If anyone's interested, I might know a good place for a treasure hunt." The elf said referring to a conversation of two nobles she heard before the tavern got crowded like it was at the moment.

[josh900]

Ranek felt himself being picked up, was he finally dead? Would he finally rest with the Maker? His eyes opened to find that he wasn't being lifted up into the heavens, but by a guard probably carrying him off to the mortuary. Exclaiming loudly Ranek struggled to break free from the guards hold. "I'm alive! I'm alive!" He yelled as he squirmed around. "Don't go grabbing people off the streets! Who do you think you are anyways!?" He asked, his near crippling hunger and thirst forgotten as he was now fueled by pure adrenaline.