<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> The Lorekeeper: On Hiatus</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148823.msg6747546#msg6747546">Quote from: Katra Alexion on 12-08-2012, 06:05:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>Name:</strong> Kallian Tabris<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Elven<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Class:</strong> Rogue - Bard<br/><strong>Origin Path:</strong> City Elf<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> Kallian stands at average height for an elven woman with a slim, athletic but generously curvaceous build accentuated by finely sculpted features. Long pale golden hair softly cascades down her back to the top of her thighs, which is normally worn back in a loose braid as not to interfere when she uses her bow. Exotically slanted eyes are a vibrant shade of green that just seem to draw you in with their mischievous sparkle matching the ever present grin on her face. <br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0b/Kallian_Tabris.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> <br/>- <em>Spear Thrower (Long bow)</em>: Given to her by her brother, the long bow is made out of sylvan wood and enchanted by Sandal with paragon Runes of Cold Iron and Silverite to help make slaying Darkspawn and undead easier.  <br/>-<em> Wade's Superior Dragonskin Light(unique)</em>: Made from the hide of the High dragon the inhabitants of Haven falsely worshiped as arisen Andraste. The look on Wade's face was priceless when she brought that material in. <br/>- <em>Amulet: Reflection(unique)</em>: Earned from the spectral Guardian watching over the Sacred Urn of Andraste upon completing the Gauntlet<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong>  <br/>Dirty Fighting &gt; Combat Movement<br/>Deft Hands &gt; Improved Tools &gt; Mechanical Expertise <br/>Dual Weapon Training &gt; Dual Weapon Finesse<br/>Melee Archer &gt; Aim &gt; Defensive Fire &gt; Master Archer<br/>Pinning Shot &gt; Crippling Shot &gt; Critical Shot &gt; <br/>Rapid Shot &gt; Shattering Shot &gt; Suppressing Fire<br/>Song of Valor &gt; Distraction &gt; Song of Courage<br/><br/><strong>Ons:</strong> Dominate males (leans towards elves mostly), playful banter and physical teasing/touching, romance, respect for the fairer sex <br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Scat, water sports, gore, vore, blood play, Darkspawn and all undead<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Kallian grew up in the Denerim Alienage with her father, her older brother Darrian and their cousin Shianni. Life in the alienage wasn't always easy but they had each other and that was more than enough for Kallian. As a child she would often sneak away from the alienage and into the woods just outside the city to practice her archery saw it as unfit for a woman to wield a blade, though Darrian taught her anyways in secret. Her skills with a bow were some of the best ever seen in Denerim even if they weren't publicly acknowledge due to prejudice against elves in the alienage. Kallian had been fortunate to find employment as a maid within one of the lesser noble houses in Denerim. The lady of house was hard taskmaster but she was one of the few shems she found to be fair and honest to all who worked under her roof. It was thanks to her employer that Kallian was always able to avoid the lecherousness of Ban Vaughn and his toadies until the day of her wedding. Kallian had been furious to learn that her father had arranged a marriage for her to some blacksmith's son in Highever, never mind that same had been done to Darrian. Try as she might Kallian was unable to sway Cyrion's mind. They day of the wedding Kallian finally met her groom and surprisingly hit it off though she still had no wish forced into this affair. Whatever bliss she might have had had was short live when Vaughn and his men crashed the celebration with little care to round up the brides and whatever nearby elven maiden that caught their attention and taken back to his manse where where they would be used for his and his associate's pleasure as he felt was his Maker given right as Ban. <br/><br/>With the Arl of Denerim's mannor, the brides were being held captive within. Having already witnessed the murder of one the girls for trying to resist and Shianni being taken to Vaughn personally, Kallian refused to lay down give up waiting to be raped. Now most people were under the impression that it was just Darrian that took up after their mother in her wild ways, but that is erroneously untrue - beneath Kallian's sweetly angelic face was a natural born hellion and spitfire with the temper to match. Quickly coming up with an idea Kallian lured the guards into the room, seduced them and then rendered them unconscious with a little help from the other girls then killed them. Being the only one capable of fighting she grabbed whatever weapons she could use off the guards and set out to find Shianni and get the rest of them out of the manor. Along the way they were met up with Darrian, their cousin Soris and her groom, Nelaros. Cutting a bloody path they were able to rescue Shianni but lost Nelaros in the attempt. They were able to make it back to the Alienage and get the girls to safety when the city guards through. Rather than put the Alienage through any more grief than they had Kallian confessed with her brother to the slaying of Vaughn and his men, making sure Soris was in no way implicated. <br/><br/>They were saved from a possibly gruesome fate by a traveling Grey Warden who happened to be passing through the Alienage. Invoking the Right of Conscription, Duncan was able to get the recruits he was looking for. Leaving Denerim they made their way to Ostagar where they met with other recruit's brought in by Duncan. Daveth and Locan she cared little for and didn't think much of Jory which was slightly better than aforementioned two. the only male Shem she didn't seem to mind was Alistair, whether that was a good or bad thing was anyone's guess. Like her brother Kallian to survived the Joining and the massacre at Ostagar thanks to the timely aid of Flemmeth. Adding Flemmeth's daughter Morrigan to the part the surviving Grey Warden's split the treaties amongst them and set out on their way. Kallian helped where she could continuously practicing her skill either in camp or out on the road where they often encountered darkspawn at every turn. It amused her to no end that though Alistair has seniority he was more than willing to follow in Darrian's footsteps thereby making her brother leader of their group of Grey Wardens and their party by default, later earning the title "Commander of the Grey" once he reclaimed Warden's Keep<br/><br/>Despite her misgivings about shems; Kallian found herself making friends amongst the women in their group. Morrigan was confident and comfortable in her own skin as a woman and as a witch making no qualms about it either way. Her scathing wit and verbal spars with Alistair were truly a sight to see. Wynne was like the spry grandmother offering sage advice to those who would listen, mending more than just their bodies after a hard battle and was often their voice of reason. Leiliana and her faith fascinated Kallian to no end, often engaging the red head in light philosophical talks around the camp fires at night or simply just sitting quietly listening as former Orlesian bard sing. Leilana caught Kallian singing in a unguarded moment and Leiliana thought she had talent and offered to train her as a bard. Certainly not one to pass up an opportunity to learn Kallian accepted learning more than just the musical aspect but also how to identify and counter poisons. Wynne was also useful in that endevour teaching the young elven girl the art of herbalism as well. Under the women's influence Kallian slowly started to mellow out (slower to anger, more accepting of certain things, but is even more explosive when set off) as her wits grew sharper.<br/><br/>The one who really caught her attention was the Antivan Crow, Zevran. He had a way about him that always brought a smile to her face and a laugh to her lips. She wouldn't admit it but Kallian more than fancied the golden eye assassin and if not for her duties as a Grey Warden and the pressing matter of Loghain and the blight she might have tried to see if something of a more romantic permanence could have happened between them.<br/><br/>When it came time for the group to seek out Arl Eamon's help they learned of the circumstance surrounding Redcliff and the Arl's mysterious illness. Investigating the matter further it seemed that only the sacred ashes of Andraste could cure the Arl. Remembering a conversation they had with a Ser Donnell and a note they had found on a dead Templar outside Lothering speaking about a Brother Genitivi and his research on the subject, Kallian offered to look into the matter. Without Arl Eamon's support they could not call the Landsmeet. Taking a small group, they set out for Denerim, hoping to meet with this Brother Genitivi. Instead they meet with the Brother's assistant, Weylon. Using a little <em>guile</em> Kallian was able to wrest from Weylon that Brother Genitivi mentioned going to Lake Calenhad and hasn't heard from him since, fearing that his mentor has gone missing. Something didn't quiet sit right with the elven archer, Weylon was nervous, a little bit too nervous for Kallian's liking. But giving the assistant the benefit of a doubt Kallian traveled to Lake Calenhad to look for the Good Brother. Reaching her destination Kallian sought information at the area's local tavern <em>The Spoiled Princess</em>. The Innkeeper, a jovial, boisterous man upon their last visit in the area was now rather guarded and jumpy when Kallian began asking about Brother Lenitive. A little persuasion revealed under hushed breath that a group had the inn under surveillance for anyone who came looking for Brother Genitivi. The moment Kallian and her group stepped foot outside the inn they were ambushed by the aforementioned group. Knowing they had been set up Kallian returned to Brother Genitiviv's home and confronts Weylon. Not believing any of his stuttering attempts to convince them of his innocence Kallian begins searching the Brother's house for clues. As she is about to enter a back room, Weylon gathered some courage and attacks the archer forcing her to kill him in order to defend herself. Searching that back room revealed the body of the <em>real</em> Weylon who had been obviously dead for days before their initial arrival. A more in depth inspection of the Brother's home revealed his research and his notes on Andraste's Sacred Urn; remarking that he was heading for the Village of Heaven in his search of Andraste's Sacred Ashes.<br/><br/>Heading into the mountains, the village of Heaven proved to be a isolated and backwards town out of touch with the world outside its borders. It was easy to see that the inhabitants had little love of outsiders as they were encouraged to leave at every turn but the more they investigated the more there seemed to be something wrong with the town and its people. Deciding to check out the Chantry, they restocked their supplies at the town's only general store they are ambushed again as soon as they came back outside by a group of locals and cultist forcing the group to fight their way up to the Chantry. They meet the Revered Father Eirik, the town's only spiritual leader. The man makes his hatred for outsiders quiet clear, inciting those present to attack and kill the group. Sadly for Eirik and his followers it didn't work out that way and they in turn were all slain. Searching the priest's body yielded a peculiar pendant that she pocketed. A further search of the Chantry revealed a badly concealed hidden door. Opening it they found Brother Genitivi, badly injured, but still alive.  Healing the worst of his injuries Brother Genitivi told them of a hidden temple he had found before the local's captured him that he believed housed the Urn of Sacred Ashes which could only be opened by a special medallion wore by the Chantry priest, the one Kallian confiscated from his dead body. <br/><br/>Having previously cut a bloodied path on their way through the village and Chantry the remaining inhabitants of Heaven offered to not resistance when the group started up the path to the Ruined Temple. They left Brother Genitivi in the safety of the temples entrance researching the ancient writings on the wall while they went in and explored the ruins of the temple. There were many cultist and drakelings abound for them to slay and profit from (*cough*loot*cough*) They eventually meet the leader of the cultist, Father Kolgrim. Kolgrim reveals more of the cultist's, <em>The Disciples of Andraste</em>, origins. They originally guarded the final remain's of the Maker's Bride but somewhere down the line one of them had proclaimed Andraste had come to them in a dream telling them of her miraculous resurrection into the form of a high dragon they now worshiped and acted as her personal guards. Kolgrim offered a deal - if Kallian where to defile the sacred ashes with a vile of <em>Andreaste's</em> blood, getting around the spectral guardian that protects the Urn then she and her party were free to leave without reprisal. If not, then they would be killed for the lives of the cultists they have already taken. It wasn't much of a choice. Kallian succinctly informed Kolgrim where he could take his offer and shove it, initiating the battle. <br/><br/>No sooner had they finished with that battle then they turned around and faced the high dragon <em>Andraste</em>. In order for them to proceed finding the Sacred Urn they had a to fight and kill the false Andraste. Not an easy feat to accomplished by any means but they were able to manage it. As a memento of that particular victory Kallian skinned a portion of the High Dragon's hide to have made into a set of armor. Proceeding up to the mountain top they entered the heart of the temple ruin. Encountering the spirit of the Guardian Knight, one of the first disciples of the true Andraste, who accepted the eternal duty of testing visiting pilgrims until the day the Tevinter Imperium is completely destroyed. To reached the Urn's final resting place; the party had to undergo a test - a gauntlet, to prove their worthiness. Kallian never fully said what occurred during that test; it was different for each of her companions - but whatever it was had left a profoundly change in  her. Made her a believer of Andraste and her Maker (not the Chantry's indoctrinated propaganda). Bringing a pinch of Ashes back to Redcliff they were able to heal the Arl and go about calling the Landsmeet to overthrow Loghain's tyranny and set about getting everyone prepared for the incoming Blight.<br/><br/>During a lull in preparing for the Landsmeet Kallian decided to return home to the alienage and pay a visit to her family and friends. She was shocked to learned the alienage was under quarantine from an outbreak of a plague and sealed off to prevent it from spreading into the rest of Denerim. Later on after the others had rescued the Queen; Anora inferred something sinister was happening in the alienage and that she believed her father was behind it and that any proof they could find there could be used against him at the Landsmeet. Kallian sought alternative means of entering the alienage, seeking out her cousin Shianni to find out what was going on. Shianni told her how not long after Loghain's ascent to Regent the alienge was cut off from the rest of the city on a pretense of an outbreak. A hospice was set up to treat the ill but those that were taken in were never heard form again and every day more and more elves were going missing, amongst them her father, Cyrion. Infiltrated the hospice, It didn't take long to uncover that it was all a ruse. Under the pretense of being healers, Tevinter slavers had set up shop in the alienage with Loghain's approval and were shipping off all the 'sick' elves to be sold in the slaves markets in Tevinter and lining Loghain's pocket with a percentage of the proceeds to fund his civil war. Infuriated, Kallain shut them down and procured all the documentation needed to nail Loghain hide to wall.<br/><br/>She returned to Arl Eamon's estate and shared the evidence she found. Darrian was understandably furious, but knew the situation would better served with a cool head. They went over all the plots they had uncovered throughout their travels and how they connected back to Teyrn Loghain, ensuring all their evidence was airtight against the Regent, starting with the coup against the Cousland family; the near destruction of Fereldan's Circle of Magi and Eamon's own near fatal poisoning which in turn through certain events nearly led to the eradication of Redcliffe itself. The best laid plans never go as smoothly as intended and the Grey Warden's incarceration in Fort Drakon the day before the Landsmeet was proof of that. It was Loghain's way of preventing them from reaching the Landsmeet. Luckily they were able to escape with the help of their friends before anything to permanent happened and they were able to make the Landsmeet on time. The ruling nobles were swayed to their side once they brought Loghain's betrayal and involvement in other numerous serious crimes against the kingdom to light. The old war hero was given a chance to redeem himself in an honor duel which he lost. <br/><br/>Loghain was given a chance to defend himself in a honor duel but in truth it was little more than a glorified execution. One, that Kallian took great pleasure in watching for all the trouble that bastard had caused. During the Battle of Denerim she was right there with her brother guarding his back as they waded their way through the Darkspawn to take on the Archdemon. With the Archdemon's defeat she, Darrian and who of their group chose to retreated back to Soldier's Peak. Kallian kept herself busy helping the elves they brought from the alienage settle in, while assisting in the keep's repairs. When she has the time, Kallian has taken into delving into the many ancient lores of the world, a pursuit encouraged Wynne and Leiliana who she tries to keep in regular contact with. Though lately tensions has been rising between her brother and the Chantry due his campaigning for equal the Elves. Not that she doesn't agree, she does, wholeheartedly. Yet at the same time she wonders if a civil war, so soon after the Fifth Blight is worth the repercussions if they lost. She doesn't want Darrian to turn into another Sophia Dryden.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Scarlet Dove: On Hiatus</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148823.msg6746297#msg6746297">Quote from: Latooni Subota on 12-08-2012, 01:03:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Neria Surana<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Elf<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 15<br/><strong>Class:</strong> Mage, Blood Mage and Spirit Healer specializations<br/><strong>Origin Path:</strong> Magi<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> <br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/Elf_Mage_by_ConceptArtOrg.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> Staff of the Magister Lord (unique)<br/>Lifegiver Amulet (unique)<br/>Blood Ring<br/>Tevinter Enchanter's Robes<br/><br/>Neria has a number of minor and major magical items. She generally wears a cloth corset and skirt, with a pair of somewhat reinforced soft leather boots and bracers. Over this she wears the magical robes of a Tevinter Enchanter, carrying a ring that lessens the strain of her blood magic, and a magical amulet that both improves her magical prowess and keeps her weak stamina up. The most impressive item on her however is her staff, which she can use to frightening effect.<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong> Bloody Grasp, Blood Magic, Blood Sacrifice, Blood Wound, Group Heal, Revival, Lifeward, Cleansing Aura, Mind Blast, Mana Drain, Spell Shield, Dispel Magic, Arcane Bolt, Arcane Shield, Staff Focus, Arcane Mastery, Heroic Offense, Heroic Aura, Heroic Defense, Haste<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Neria Surana was born in Val Royeaux's alienage, in the country of Orlais. Due to the sadly poor conditions of life in the alienage, her mother passed away shortly after her birth, leaving Neria in the care of the others. Even from birth, Neria was a little . . odd. Born with a short mop of scraggly white hair, and without crying, she proved to be an oddity. As a toddler her closest friends were drawings and shoddily made dolls she cobbled together out of scraps and rags. This habit continued on through her formative years, as her dolls became better and better in quality despite being limited to the materials she could find in the alienage. It only ended when she eventually developed the ability to magically make the dolls move, which was witnessed by the city guard.<br/><br/>Due to the Orlesian Tower being too full of mages already, a deal was worked out with Fereldan to send some of the youngest mages to their Tower (Believing that mere children would be useless as spies). With that, Neria found herself in Fereldon's Circle Tower, learning to control her powers while under the watchful eyes of Templars. Though a quiet girl, she made fast friends with a troublemaker named Jowan, and a few other students. Neria proved to be quite gifted, and studious, so as she grew older it became assured that she would undergo the Rite and become a full mage. Her softspoken manner and willingness to obey the rules even made her a few friends amongst the chantry by now, even a templar named Cullen, though none would admit it for fear of punishment.<br/><br/>Afterwards Jowan, and a chantry girl he'd fallen in love with, came to Neria to ask for her help. Love between a mage and a member of the chantry, even trainees, was utterly forbidden. They needed her to help them escape, and offered to take Neria with them to freedom. It was a difficult decision, but eventually she did assist them in fleeing. Sadly, Jowan's use of Blood Magic to escape lead to the girl staying behind out of guilt, and Neria being very shocked. She and Jowan had found old notes that detailed Blood Magic's use, but she hadn't thought that Jowan had decided to use them! Fortunately for Neria, the Grey Warden Duncan had been there looking for mage recruits, and conscripted her to go to Ostagar.<br/><br/>In Ostagar she proved to be a substandard recruit, and while her magic was powerful, she was slow and stiff from years of sitting in the library reading musty old tomes. She was awkward with the other Wardens, and slow to open up to them, even after passing the tests and becoming a true Warden. After the nightmare that was the battle of Ostagar, she slowly began to warm up to the others. She seemed to think of Morrigan as an angry big sister, and Alistair as a goofy big brother, and found herself easily getting along with most everyone. There were a few she couldn't really get close with, but mostly, she was just too darn nice.<br/><br/>With the assistance of Morrigan (Who found the idea of being able to freely enter the Circle tower without reprisal hilarious!) she journeyed to the Circle, only to find it infested with abominations and demons. Despite the lack of physical power the pair of mages (and the newly recruited Wynne) successfully fought there way through the tower, saving the mages and crushing the demons. It was here that Neria's true potential seemed to be revealed, as she proved to be a startlingly fast learner. Her time with Wynne helped her develop her own versions of the woman's healing techniques, and the battle with a mighty Pride demon revealed that she had indeed learned Blood Magic from her time with Jowan. This lead to Wynne refusing to befriend the girl . . but Morrigan seemed to approve of the ballsy choices Neria had made, and they had secured the assistance of the mages.<br/><br/>During the battle of Redcliffe her magic again became important, as with it she was able to save the life of Connor, Arl Eamon's possessed son. She did not speak of what happened inside the boy's soul, but needless to say, her encounters with the Desire Demon had been . . interesting. As she grew more experienced she developed a style all her own, using her Blood Magic to allow herself to constantly support the other Warden's with enchantments and healing magic. She was always careful about not using her Blood Magic in plain view, though . . just in case.<br/><br/>She was one of the Wardens captured and imprisoned in Fort Drakon, and had a rather different time than the others there. As a mage she was kept separate, deprived of lyrium to replenish her magical strength and free herself. She would have utilized her blood magic to free herself, but she didn't feel quite right about slaying the guards who were only doing their job. Neria eventually decided to just bide her time and wait for the other Wardens to rescue her, which fortunately happened in short order. She was in top form during the battle to save Denerim, and was instrumental in using her magic to keep the other Wardens strong enough to take down the Darkspawn and the Archdemon.<br/><br/>At this point, she simply didn't know what to do anymore. In the end she simply followed Darrian to Warden's Keep to assist them, since she was the only magic-using Grey Warden in Ferelden at the moment. Either way, it was an opportunity to settle down somewhat, and continue her studies.<br/><br/><strong>Ons:</strong> Being submissive, Dominants, warrior-types and figures of authority, bondage.<br/><strong>Offs:</strong> Scat, blood-play, gore<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> The Paragon</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Roque Brosca<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Dwarf<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br/><strong>Class:</strong> Warrior, Berserk Spirit Warrior<br/><strong>Origin Path:</strong> Casteless<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> <br/>With Armor...<br/>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/Unfathomed/evawidermann-dwarves.jpg)<br/>Without Armor...<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/Unfathomed/MabariRevealed.jpg) </div></div><strong>Armor:</strong> Evon the Great’s Mail, dwarven Boots, Barbed fist, Dwarven Helmet<br/><strong>Accessory:</strong> <br/><strong>Weapon</strong> Dragon Brand | Jarvia's Shank and Dwarven Axe<br/><strong>Skills:</strong><br/>Berserk -&gt; Resilience -&gt; Constraint -&gt; Final Blow<br/>Beyond the Veil -&gt; Soul Brand -&gt; Fade Burst -&gt; Blessings of the Fade<br/> Sweeping Strike -&gt;Two-Handed Impact -&gt; Onslaught -&gt; Reaving Storm<br/>Second Wind -&gt; Peon’s Plight -&gt; Grievous Insult -&gt; Massacre<br/>Dual Weapon Mastery<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>History:</strong><br/>Has no clue whom her Pa was, only that he left Kalah for the surface shortly after Roque was born. Mam always blamed her for the blotched hope of marriage and, despite Rica and Roque not sharing the same father, her big sister sheltered her from her mother’s drunken rage for ten years and spared her the weight, and debt, of becoming a Noble Hunter.  The only good that came out of it all was Rica’s higher education, passing it along to Roque so the girls could practice together in their speech, playing string instruments, and, the most annoying of all, posture. They were not lessons she cared for, but for the sake that her sister was successful in nabbing a noble Lord, she would be damned to embarrass her in being a common duster. The highlight of her casteless life was earning her first sovereign; all she had to do was give up an eyetooth and the front molar beside it..<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Rica couldn’t spare her from finding a friend like Leske. The boy was five years older than her and already in the Carta, it coaxed young Roque to join with the notion to save Rica from their debt to Berhert. One day, that monster was going to slip and Roque was going to be there to plunge that knife under his landing. For years she waited, old enough now to stand on her own against the drunken mother and brawl most of the men whom her sister was pimped out to, but one day was different from all the others. The nobles had a Proving in celebration of the Aeducan’s second child, leaving most of the Common Quarter barren and sectioned off for only those of caste and merchants to observe.. Not to mention a real life Grey Warden.<br/><br/>While all was busy, she chased down someone holding out on payment at Tapsters and received a few lumps of raw lyrium she decided to hold onto. Berhert wasn’t happy about that whole arrangement when she told him the man ran off with it, so to make up the profit loss, he had the duo go to put a sedative in the water supply of one of the Proving Fighters. Another job that was horribly blotched, so Roque had no choice, but to fight in the Proving herself and in the end, she won… Then, imprisoned for impersonating a noble with intent to fix a proving, not to mention soiling the sacred Grounds with her pitiful casteless presence… And now Berhart was coming to kill her so she couldn’t tell anyone it was him behind the set up…  No damn way. Leske picked the lock and they escaped, having to kill Berhert in the process while he attempted to pimp out Ricato some proving fighters as trophy ass.  After killing them all, she and Leske tried to make a break for it. IN opening the doors the knights just outside the door to stop her and Leske, along with the Grey Warden Duncan; to keep the fighter from facing exile to the Deep Roads or even death he invoked the Rite of Conscription. After last words with her family, she had no choice, but to leave all she knew and, with exception of parting from Rica, she was glad to leave. <br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Surface Life and Wardens</strong></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">She hated sunshine, it took weeks for her to grow accustomed to the light and she felt like she was going to fall up into that watery sky and drown within the clouds. Sometimes she would awaken from sleep from strange visions, just a blink of one that would startle her awake when she normally slept like the stone. She had a bad feeling about all of this with the foolish king having delusions of grandeur as the leader, how the mages and chantry sisters kept snipping at one another, there wasn’t a sense of community unless she was hanging around Duncan or the Kennels. The poor sick hounds were creatures that caught her eye, suffering for their protective nature for these humans. It wasn’t right. When the joining came around, they spent a few days exploring the wilds for vials of dark spawn blood and some old treaties. More important to her were the white flowers with red centers and in bringing them back, she now had a lifelong friend that would follow her until the end. Her first connection to the surface world that made it all worthwhile was a mabari she dubbed, Toki.<br/><br/>She couldn’t remember the names of the men that were with her in the joining, all she knew was that she survived and got her first sight of the archdemon. From there, the plan to fight the horde was rapidly approaching and for her, it was a blur. All she remembered were flashes of blood, the clink of armor, and the dark spawn were everywhere… Yet when she awoke, she was in a hobbled old house with an old lady tending to a fast closing wound in her shoulder. Magic. Real magic. She wasn’t about to take Morrigan with her, she had litte trust of humans as it was, now they added magic into the equation. From here, she banded in with a group of wardens left in Fereldan, and headed North to Loithering. Exploring the makeshift villa, the dwarven girl met a huge man in a cage. A kossith, she never seen one up close and one without horns to boot… She gained permission from the chantry mother to have him released to her care rather than die. Sten pledged to follow her until her mission was complete and first track of this noble quest was heading to Orzammar with a treaty to gain alliances. </div></div> <br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Paragon of Her Kind</strong></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">It took five days and they walked into chaos. Funny how having no king ruins everyone’s day, but first was first. Looking up her sister, Rica was moved up to a Courtesan, a noble caste, thanks to baring a son to Lord Behlen, a sneaky bastard rumored to have killed his own brother and exiled the other sibling in order to be king.<br/><br/>Too bad Roque didn’t give a shit, she rather her sister and nephew stay safe and well fed, even with her mother bitterly sniveling about them putting on aires with their stroke of fortunes. Now, actually putting that rat bastard on the throne was no easy task, but she did have to go off after the carta while she was there. Leske had to try to get her killed; he was always a blind follower and never aspired for more. The death of Leske and vengeful Jarvia by her name went nigh unmarked, not many gave a rats ass about a couple of dusters. Sten, Toki, and Roque needed to go into the deep road to find Paragon Branka to settle a dispute and it seems this excursion attracted her husband. A foul mouth, drunken, blunt tongued, wily bastard named, Oghren Kondat. He was a warrior first, but in killing a noble’s son in a first blood match because of a catty remark about Branka, Oghren was stripped of weapon in the city limits.<br/><br/>Hot damn, he could make her laugh with his dirty comments. He was a lot of help in finding Branka, but the two dwarves almost wished they didn’t. Branka was mad; with obsession over finding the anvil, she sacrificed many of her blind followers to death, traps, and darkspawn. They even fought a brood mother that had once been kin. The horrors were unforgivable, yet to find the anvil was ever more impressive as it was painful. Caridin requested it be destroyed, Branka refused, Oghren wanted it to be given to her, to give her another shot at life and come back with him. Roque caved, killing the golem that was Paragon Caridin yet Branka would not let up on want to sacrifice more souls to the Anvil of the Void. Branka made the crown, but wouldn’t return. Arguing with her, Roque and Oghren was able to show her what she had done and couldn’t take the realization of that horror.. They stood and watched, helpless, as she flung herself into the lava pools…  They returned, and crowned Behlen as king, the heartless bastard sentenced Harrowmont to death so that none would challenge his ruling. Roque had no choice, but to stand with the choice she made this day, contemplating if it was truly worth saving her sister from poverty in trade for the death of an innocent, honest man. <br/><br/> She was quick and glad to be leaving. Given that Oghren had nothing left to keep him in Orzammar, he decided to follow Roque, to death or glory..</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sulcher's Pass: Demons and Golems</strong></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">In Leaving the Frost back Mountains, a trail lead her to Sulcher’s pass which lead to a control rod and a village under darkspawn attack. After cleaning the bastards out, she found a golem statue that had been heavily modified with a more humanoid face and mystical runes. The more she aided in exploring the village, she managed to save some people stuck in a cellar and more so that there was a girl lost deep in the cavern below.  In exchange for her safe return, the man would give the word needed to awaken the golem. Easy deal. Not so much when she got down there. She was able to unlock the tablet puzzle to break the ward and save the girl, but she was flirting with danger  in cutting a deal with the spirit of Passion. A low tier demon, but Kitty would have to be dispatched or lend some power to her in order to get glimpses of this mortal world outside the hole in the ground. The beast agreed, returning to the fade, but now with one foot in the real world thanks to Roque. The demon was unable to control her spirit, the dwarven girl’s mental resistance to Kitty’s charms were impressive and although no one would have known that those few seconds felt like the week had passed already.. <br/><br/>It was an exhausting moment, but after that… Roque felt.. Stronger, better.. And a bit more.. Curious about the world.. On the down side, every smelt more intense, light felt sharp to her eyes again, loud sounds were less annoying to her, and now once in a while, she heard voices and visions.. Not like the blight nightmares, but something… Out worldly.. What a strange feeling it all was to feel everything like new to all her senses after nary a year… Yet what was done was done, and she won the word to the Rod. Awakening the golem, it seems the rod was useless after all as the creature wouldn’t do anything she asked. Yet this golem named, Shale, would follow her due to lack of purpose and direction. It did lead them to Cadash Thiag, where they learned Shale was once a dwarf.. And a Warrior.. and a Woman, whom was second to the King and volunteered to be a Golem.</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Down time and Space Fillers of Travel</strong></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The brand of four pressed on and come in contact with Alistair and Lelianna traveling with a pair of Elven siblings she had met at Flemeths’ hut so briefly. They swapped tales by fire light as they made camp, including their run in with the wily Antivan Crow. Z-something was the elf’s name, she couldn’t really see how they let him live. Roque would have killed the bastard. As it came to passing, Roque and Lelianna had time to talk. She loved the thoughts she had about this ‘Maker’ thing and Andraste, but the religion was not for her. Even though she was never accepted by the stone, Roque found more comfort in things she could see and feel. Eventually Roque played her lute for her, while the elven and laysister sang in the nights they could camp together.. Roque love the night, the world was dark under the soft glow of the pearl like moon… Except for that one night the darkspawn tried to ambush them. That sucked balls, but they were no match for the Wardens and their companions.<br/><br/><br/>In the months to come before slaying the archdemon, Roque finally had a trace of a caring extended family.. Kadan as she was called by Sten after going to great lengths to secure Asala, his soul and sword. Sister, as she was claimed by Oghren after helping him reunite with his old flame, Felsi. Master to Toki, a Marbari War hound never strayed from her side. ‘Mon petite mi amore’ to Lelianna as the two women found a quiet, intimate adoration for one another even in the desperate and bleak time of war. When they couldn't talk and visit, they would write with hope for the best outcome.</div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Death of the Archdemon and Aftermath</span></strong><br/> After aiding to protect in Denerim from the bulk of the hoarde and its generals, the archdemon was slain and those leaderless drones rushed back into the underground. Only now as Alistair is crowned king, everyone was going their own way. Shale was to leave with Wynne to try and bring up more of her memories after their trip to the Cadash Thaig. Oghren was going to settle down with Felsi and join the army, but he promised to write when he could. Sten had to travel to the islands to answer the Arishok’s question and, as much as she would have loved to stop everything to travel with the Qunari, Fereldan still needed her help in the tough times to come. Now, once again, It was just her and Toki, the faithful Mabari.. <br/><br/>And Rica? Seems her sister is now an Ambassador of Orzammar and word was that Roque was being discussed for the title of Paragon… Whoa… She soon traveled back to Orzammar to attend the hearing and help the Leigion a bit with te darkspawn, but it seemed to be taking longer then she thought. A month later, she recieved a letter from that Elf guy, seems he's a Commander of the Grey and they needed to discuss business. She said her goodbye to her Sister, big Brother Behlen, and nephew before she and Toki headed off on the road to Soldier's Peak..<br/><br/><br/><strong>Ons:</strong>Rough housing/sparring, white wines, shiny trinkets, mint oils, close dark spaces, pearls, Biting<br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Bodily Waste, surprises, degradation/humiliation </div></div>