Dragon Age: Conflict (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Dragon Age: Conflict (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 00:32:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110225013516/dragonage/images/thumb/e/e1/Free_Marches.jpg/728px-Free_Marches.jpg)<br><br>(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3011/2317152659_7f9890a2bd.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Jalen Rivers Intro</strong></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://images.sixrevisions.com/2009/09/03-17_angry_mage.jpg)</div>The City of Starkhaven was buzzing with activity, as crowds upon crowds of people were being herded into the makeshift stadium for the Grand Tourney. Starkhaven had always been a very busy city with some of the proudest of those who lived in the Free Marches calling it home. But in the weeks building up until this Grand Tourney, it had just got busier and busier. People from all over Thedas had come. From the Rich wanting to see a good show, to mercenaries and soldiers wanting fame and fortune. Brothels had sprung up in buildings all over town and fights were becoming more and more common in the pubs. But there was a general excitement and merchants, landlords and other rich people, were getting extremely richer. <br><br>And some would say something like this was needed. After the events at Kirkwall, the tension between the Templars/Chantry and the Circle of Magi was ever growing, and that seemed to filter down into how the Templars treated the normal folk, and more and more people were being accused of being apostate. Add to that the fact that some of the Quanari had fled from Kirkwall and set a camp outside Starkhaven had made everyone in Starkhaven a bit wary. And the Prince of Starkhaven had been building an army to go to Kirkwall and bring a magician named Anders to justice for his actions in Kirkwall that saw the Chantry attacked by some sort of magic. The Quanari mistook this army as a threat to them, which is why that Army had not left Starkhaven yet. And everything had been put on hold for the Grand Tourney. That was a Free Marches tradition that even the Prince of Starkhaven wouldn't break.<br><br>And it was the Grand Tourney that was responsible for Jalen Rivers current employement. With the Prince of Starkhaven having started recruiting for the army, the City Guard was short on numbers, and had hired mercenaries for the event. The success of these hirings varied drastically, some mercenaries being sentenced to death for some of the things they did as "City Guards". But Starkhaven were paying Jalen, and his orders were to keep the peace and that's what he had been doing. So much so that he had risen enough to be considered one of the most reliable mercenaries and had been stationed inside the stadium to keep the peace during the Grand Tourney. <br><br>He would have loved to have competed in the Tourney, but Jalen knew that without his magic, he was no match for some of the people he would have to duel. He was a great warrior, he didn't doubt that. But what turned his good skills with a blade into being a great warrior was the magic inside of him. He could enchant his weapon, surrounded himself with a protective shield and Rock Armor, heal himself and throw people around with his Force Magic. Without that, he would be good enough to beat a few people, but he wouldn't be a contender. And it wasn't a good time to be a Mage. Even if you were in the Circle of Magic, the Templars were reportedly getting crueller and crueller. And their pursuit of Apostates had grown in fevre. So to come to the Grand Tourney and start flaunting magic would be a stupid idea.<br><br>Instead he was to stand on the sidelines and watch the competition. He couldn't complain, because he would have the best seat in the house. Some even said the Hero of Ferelden or Hawke may show up to the Tourney, but neither seemed like the type that needed to boost their reputation. A loud gong interupted his thoughts as the Master of Ceremonies started to introduce the Grand Tourney.<br><br>The Show was about to begin!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 03:25:41</strong>
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				The black robes she wore over her well earned Mantle of the Champion armor was the only way she could conceal her true identity that she could think of without feeling unprepared for what she was getting herself into.&nbsp; Despite all of her power, she was still mortal, and thus could die like anyone else.&nbsp; Besides that, Giselle Hawke was too much of a well known icon in Kirkwall and beyond to risk exposure too soon, knowing she'd be flooded with countless people wanting to hear every sordid detail, if they weren't directly after her head of course.&nbsp; Antivan Crows, mercenary companies she had wiped out with her friends, Tevinter Mages she had fought and defeated, blood mages she had bled dry in turn, only as a last resort, and countless other people she had made enemies of would most likely be present here in the Starkhaven Tournament.&nbsp; Sebastian Vael was why she was here however, not as his capacity as a prince, but because they had been friends, once, before Anders had blown up the Chantry and everyone inside the building, at the worst possible time no less.&nbsp; The event had set the Prince of Starkhaven off, needless to say given his faith, but she had tried to reign them both in to no avail.&nbsp; Now that she had had time to think about it though, she couldn't really blame them for wanting to either die for their cause as Anders had wanted, or to put an arrow in the man's chest as Sebastian had clearly wanted to do.&nbsp; The Champion of Kirkwall had stepped in to stop such needless bloodshed, but had she done the right thing?&nbsp; At the time, so much was going on that it had been extremely hard to keep track of what choices were being made after they were made, but the city eventually tore itself apart, or would have if Knight Commander Meredith hadn't been stopped.<br><br>'Morgana T'Soni', as she was calling herself at the moment until it was proven otherwise, walked right by Jalen, the man in charge of security and offered him a brief look before turning her head away in case he recognized her.&nbsp; She hoped not as she mingled with the crowd, enjoying the festive if tense air that was all around the city.&nbsp; With Qunari at the gates it was hard to relax, but given her reputation and standing, as well as her achievements, she might be able to talk with the giant horned warriors and get them to settle their disputes with Sebastian.&nbsp; Or was she simply fooling herself again?&nbsp; Considering her luck with the Arishok, that was likely despite the immense respect she had earned in being honest and straight forward with the giant double blade warrior, before she had to kill him when he unleashed his warriors upon the city when he could not stand Kirkwall any longer no thanks to corrupt Chantry sisters, mainly a Mother that also wound up dead, two Qunari arrows in her chest and head, in that order.&nbsp; Shaking her fire orange hair from underneath her hood, Giselle Hawke of the Amell family waited in line as the horns sounded, signifying the start of the games.&nbsp; She wasn't here for the glory or reputation this event would most likely garner her.&nbsp; She was here to stop another war short of killing the Prince.&nbsp; No matter how bull headed he might have become in the time they'd not seen each other, that was one thing she could not do was to harm a hair on the faithful man's head.&nbsp; He, like her, was doing what he thought to be the right choice, and she couldn't fault him that, even if it was the wrong path to take, as she saw it anyway.
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 18:32:28</strong>
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				Kashund had travelled widely already a six months in his journey, tracking down his sister who besides had sinned against Qun for born with curse of magic had also fled the Qun justice which is reserved for mages. Which is removal of their tongues.<br><br>Kashund had lived off like a Tal-Vashoth, but he had not forsake the ways of Qun nor sold his honor and pride. However he was running low on money and most mercenary jobs went against his ethics, he could survive in wilderness quite while. But humans seem have silly notion that someone owns the woods and all animals in it. Not a suitable concept when you need travel much like Kashund has and will do in future likely.<br><br>So he hears about Grand Tourney held in City of Starkhaven. Kashund cared little for reputation or glory of said Tourney, as he had no need nor desire for either. But he heard there is handsome reward in sovereigns to the champion of the tourney. So he comes to the city but sees it's surrounded by the qunari.<br><br>He remembers the disapproving stares of the other qunari who saw him from far that he was Tal-Vashoth, a <em>true grey</em>, he had by tradition forsake Qun but he had forsake it by his own free will. But same way he has chosen respect it but he had chosen to be treated as such so long his quest remains. Some pair of younger qundari warriors sought to spit upon him, but only brief look on his blade up close along with knocking both of them down with single swing of said blade by walking past them quickly, not stopping at all. Kashund reached the gates before friends of the two youths managed form any group to chase him.<br><br>The gate guards had seen what he had did so they had left him pass through, as Kashund clearly was not part of the qundari group which surrounded the city at the moment and let him once they learned what for he was there; to join the Tourney. Both guards with chuckle planned place their bets on him but it made Kashund angry enough release low growl, which made both guards back off from that idea hopefully.<br><br>Either case he moved in the streets, even if he would raise hood of his tattered brown traveler's cape the folks would see just from sheer height size that he was qundari so he did not disguise his racial entity, despite many glares he received from walking in the street armed and armored. He moved to office where tourney registrations are taken and he puts his name on the list; Kashund the qundari. However there was short while before tourney starts he groans and wanders around the tourney area, walk as he had nothing to do but wait and wait time is usually worst before battle. But as veteran he kills time just walking, observing and learning more of the weird outlandish customs the people in Free Marches seem practice.
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 15:09:14</strong>
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				Getting through the gates of Starkhaven had been painless, the qunari outside paid her little mind, and the guards were none to eager to question a Grey Warden. Stepping through the tightly crowded streets of Starkhaven, however, proved itself stressful, even if everyone were moving in the same direction. With the Grand Tourney about to begin, everyone was eager to get a good seat, and certainly not miss anything. She wasn't here for the Tourney, but it might prove an equally opportune distraction and a welcome relief of stress, though she had no brief thoughts of participating, a little bit of entertainment might be good. Vendors walled the street everywhere she went, selling all sorts of wares from weapons to finely made clothing. She paused to browse, but never stopped for long, instead she followed the crowd as it surged forward, picking her way through whatever gaps she could find in the crowds.<br><br>The city was afire with life and bustling activity, she could hear it and feel it, though the sensations were distant. Kileena's mind was occupied by what she must do here, and what laid ahead. The world had just been pulled back from the edge of ruin a short 10 years ago, by her own hand and those who had accompanied her, and yet somehow that meager line between life and ruin, the one she and her company had narrowly avoided, had fallen from the eyes of the world, and conflict threatened all yet again. She would feel something if it were the time, pity or anger, or both but now wasn't the time, and she certainly had more important things to worry on than what the Templars and Circle were doing. Despite the ramifications of this tension, the city of Starkhaven seemed, for now, unaffected.<br><br>Kileena was appreciative of the anonimity the various city states of the Free Marches allowed her. In Ferelden, she could never move through a crowd, brushing elbow to elbow without at least someone attempting to gather her attention. Members of the nobility always wanted to have evening meals with Kileena, always wanted to hear her tell the tale of her fight against the Archdemon atop Fort Drakon, or how she had escaped the massacre at Ostagar, to name but a few of her unfortunately well known exploits. But up here, especially in Starkhaven, Kileena was just another Warden, here for business, travel or recruitment and nothing more. Tantervale proved unwelcoming and fruitless in her search, but Starkhaven seemed promising enough, even without the Tourney ongoing she had been eager to visit the city.<br><br>She passed many she offered curious glances to, some qunari, and guards, but assumed rather quickly they did not know who she was. No one here seemed to. A loud gong broke through the constant noise of the crowd, signalling the beginning of the Tourney. Kileena eagerly made her way to the side of the crowd, pacing off in front of an intricately carved water fountain, its center piece, a beautiful statue of Andraste. Behind, the palace of Starkhaven sat distantly beyond a few mansions likely built by the highest nobility in the city. Kileena wondered who this prince was, and if she could trust him to be faithful. She had heard, rather frequently as she progressed east from Tantevale, that he had fought along side the Champion of Kirkwall. That seemed good to know, though rumors persisted that the mood in the palace was nothing if not dark, Kileena was still optimistic.
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				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 23:51:01</strong>
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				<em>“If you care about your sister’s life, go to the Free Marches. The Crows of Thedas are hunting her there. You must stop them, if you want both you and your sister to live in peace.”</em><br><br>Inwe’s warning was repeated over in over in Aerandir’s head. He constantly questioned her intentions, her tone, her words… Every instinct in his body told him that this was all a trap, a ploy to get him into the Crow’s clutches. Everything just seemed so wrong and fake about Inwe’s warning. But for some reason, he could not ignore her words, for what if his sister was really in danger? Sure, she was able to take care of herself, but if she was living in the Free Marches than she had probably left her assassin life behind her. And besides, the Crows had formidable assassins of their own. Would she be able to fend them off by herself, especially if she had a family?<br><br>But why would Inwe turn her back against the Crows in the first place? If all of these things were true, why would one of the most acclaimed Crows betray her kin? It didn’t make any sense… But coming to Thedas was the only way he could find out. It was unlikely that the Crows would catch him anyway, since he was much too cautious and powerful for many of them to handle. This was also a good opportunity to take a closer look at the Crow’s base of operations, if he was able to find it. It was about time he ended this game once and for all. And of course, he could even find a few good paying jobs here if he got bored. <br><br>And what better place to start looking for some trouble than in the city of Starkhaven, where the strongest warriors around gather together to fight in the Grand Tourney, which was only held once a year? Aerandir was bound to find some clues about the Crows here. While he had no interest in entering the tourney, it would be a perfect opportunity to see what the warriors of Thedas had to offer. Even as Aerandir walked the crowded streets of Starkhaven, he could tell that Thedas did indeed have strong warriors, based on their posture and atmosphere. Some of them seemed especially strong, like the elf warrior he was a few paces behind and a quinari warrior he spotted just a moment ago. But for the most part, many of these warriors could be taken down pretty easily, save for the few exceptions. This was going to be an interesting tourney…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 01:50:53</strong>
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				As Jalen Rivers stood guard, looking over the scene as everyone took their place and the final preparations were rushed through by some Starkhaven locals, a woman caught Jalen’s eyes briefly. He shook his head, his mind sure that he recognized the face or that perhaps he should recognize the face. But before he could get a second look she had gone. He could have tried to follow her, but the likelihood of finding her in this crowd was slim. So instead he kept his position.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://greywardens.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/arcanehorror1.gif)</div>A loud gong sounded, letting everyone in attendance know that the tournament had officially begun. From a high position in the built stadium, the Prince of Starkhaven, Sebastian Vael stood up so that all those in the arena could see him. He stood tall and looked regal in white and blue as he looked over the arena. The crowd went silent as he began to speak. “Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to one of the finest cities in the Free Marches, the city of Starkhaven. Loyal to the Maker, Andraste and the Chantry. And it is mine and Starkhaven’s honor to host this year’s Grand Tourney. Me and my family are pleased to welcome all these fine warriors into our lands. From Templars to Bards. Assassins to Reavers. This is the tournament were all fighters prove themselves, and one person can become the Grand Champion of the Free Marches. So to the fighters, good luck…………….and to the spectators, enjoy the festivities. Let the Grand Tourney begin!”<br><br>With his words spoken, he sat back down with the rest of his family. A master of ceremonies went over the rules, which included no magic and that the fight must stop as soon as an opponent yields. After all the rules had been laid out, the first fight began. The first fighter looked far to skinny to be a fighter, and seemed to struggle even under his light armour. Some of the spectators laughed, some booed. But nobody seemed to like this skinny kid that stepped into the fight arena. The second contestant however was a big Quanari, one that Jalen had seen before from the mass of Quanari camped outside Starkhaven. He assumed that he had been sent to be the Quanari’s representative or to demonstrate the Quanari’s abilities. Either way he didn’t give the small kid a chance.<br><br>The fight began and the small kid ran at the Quanari Warrior, swinging a sword that was much to big for him. In comparison the Quanari stood perfectly still, until the sword was almost on him. He quickly and deftly pushed the sword away with his axe and then cut back across his opponents body in one swift motion, killing the skinny kid with one blow as he crumpled to the floor. The crowd booed such a quick fight as the Quanari looked down at the kid and started to turn away. And then Jalen heard a scream before his brain figured out exactly what his eyes were seeing. Behind the Quanari Warrior, an Arcane Horror swirled up from the ground and let out an animalistic noise. The Quanari turned around and suddenly found himself locked in a Crushing Prison spell. The Quanari was stuck and in obvious pain as the crowd reacted, most trying to get away from the Arcane Warrior. <br><br>Jalen moved forward to get involved but another member of the Starkhaven Guards was closer and approaching fast. The Arcane Horror spotted the Guard and threw out a fireball, which engulfed the guard in seconds as the Guard screamed and his flesh burned quickly. The Arcane Horror’s sights then set on Jalen, but Jalen quickly threw up an Arcane Shield, making his resistance to the fireball that hit him high enough to not burn him out right, but he couldn’t move closer. So instead he cast a Petrify Spell, locking the Arcane Horror in place. <br><br>It was then that he realized he had been reacting on instincts, and that he had case two spells, in front of thousands of people and the Prince of Starkhaven, a man that now hated the Circle of Magi and mages. He cursed himself as he felt the heat around him subside as he watched the Arcane Horror struggling against the spell that had stuck him in place.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Conflict (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 02:04:12</strong>
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				As the fight began, 'Morgana' had taken a seat only to rise as quickly as she could, her staff already appearing in her hand when the Arcane Horror appeared from the slain kid.&nbsp; The Qunari had no chance, but the Champion of Kirkwall on the other hand, she and apparently Jalen did, magic or no magic.&nbsp; She wouldn't risk innocent lives because of the Prince's hatred for the Mages formerly of Kirkwall.&nbsp; The Petrify the guard had used would only hold him for so long as Giselle rushed in, her powerful staff blazing with power as she charged down the creature before her.&nbsp; Someone would pay for this as she popped a Cone of Frost once she was within reach, further immobilizing the demon before she slashed away with the bladed end of her staff, seeming to be a deadly dancer as she twirled the weapon in her very capable hands, inflicting deep wounds upon the beast before she backed up and unleashed one more attack, not realizing her hood had fallen as her eyes blazed with intense might.&nbsp; A Firestorm formed above the Arcane Horror before the intensely potent spell fell on the monster's head, one powerful meteor after another, effectively and surely ending both the creature and her own chances of getting out of this mess in the same breath.&nbsp; Once it was over, she spun around fast, hoping there weren't anymore to worry about as she nodded to Jalen, indicating that as far as she could see, the danger had passed, at least at the moment before realizing her hood was down.&nbsp; Oh boy, this wasn't good.&nbsp; Half of the Free Marches was looking for her, and the Chantry for sure wanted her head surely for allowing the destruction of the church in Kirkwall.&nbsp; Well, there was nothing for it now but to see how things went from here....
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				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 03:51:09</strong>
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				It was a pleasant summer's day as Aria rode into the city of Starkhaven on her dapple grey stead, Star-weaver. The kingdom was alive with anticipation of the Grand Tourney, markets and their stalls were bustling with customers as colorful banners and flags stretched out overhead. It had been with a bit of luck that Aria was able to find a decent inn and stable near the location where the event was being held, something not normally possible during event such as these but Aria wasn't to question her good fortune. She had come to&nbsp; Starkhaven hoping to find some word of her erstwhile leader, Kileen Tabris; Fereldan's infamous elven Commander of the Grey and its Hero. Kileen's disappearance had been sudden and without warning. One day she had been there in Vigil's Keep, laughing it up with them, exchanging stories, even finding humor in Oghren's crass jokes while sitting before cheery fire, petting her mabari and partaking of some surprisingly good ale then the next she was gone, no letter explaining her departure, no signs that she had left under duress. <br><br>Everyone had been in a upright panic though they managed to keep from the newer Warden's, even covered for Kileen say that she was called away to investigate some matter and would be gone for an undefined amount of time. In Kileen's absence the inner circle as the newer Warden's referred to those that had fought along side Tabris during the blight had banned together to see to the running of Vigil's Keep while those while Aria and a few other went out to look for any sign of Kileen. <br><br>So far the search had been frustrating with conflicting leads that lead her around in circles until Aria simply decided her best bet would be to head to any hotspots of unrest as Kileen usually had a knack of founding herself in the center of such controversy. Leilana agreed with her assessment when she happened to cross the other bard's path some weeks ago out side of Kirkwall and the political fubar that was left in the Champions wake. Aria had heard about Hawke and many of her exploits while traveling through the Free Marches.<br><br>And about Anders.<br><br>For brief moment the rogue's face twisted in grimace of distaste. She and the healer might never have seen eye to eye on many things, she with her Tevinter background and he with his endless rants about the oppression mages face daily simply for the fact the Maker saw fit to grace them with the ability to wield magic. But never in her wildest imagination would she have ever believed Anders would have the balls to&nbsp; gone as far as he did, blowing up the Kirkwall's Chantry with its Grand Cleric and many others inside, he had valued life too much but but then again, time and being a host to a fade spirit would likely be a good reason to change and the outcome of such a merger was from all account that she had heard, a corrupt bastardization of everything both had believed in, committing foul acts all in the name to start a revelation. Aria is uncertain what fate had befallen Anders for his act but she was certain he was going to met a gruesome end if he hadn't already since she had heard no other word about him or his whereabouts since that horrible night.<br><br>Shaking her head to clear it off such melancholy thought Aria turned her attention to the mission at hand. With recent events and what little intel she was able to gather pointed at the strong probably that Kileen would be somewhere here in Kirkwall, for what purpose, she could only speculate was to find out about Anders if anything. Already she could feel the taint within her reacting to the presence like her, a warden - hopefully the Commander or it could be a darkspawn but since no one was running screaming for the hills she quickly assumed it was the former. But with so many peoples present it made it hard to get an accurate fix on the other warden's presence.<br><br>To the best of her ability she followed the sensation, letting it lead her through the city until she found herself standing in the crowd watching the Tourney matching. She continued to to search through the thong with her eyes but could find no visual trace of the others presence thought it was still felt within the vicinity. The first match had caught her attention, the opponent had been a young boy against the Qunari, a match that shouldn't have been allowed in her opinion as the boy quickly crumpled under the heavy strike of the Qunari warrior.&nbsp; The warrior turned away from the body Aria's sense flared as from the form of the boy arose an arcane horror. She had been about to pull her weapon and jump into the frey when a couple of others, a guard who turned out to have some magical abilities and a mage beat her to the punch. Keeping an eye on the situation Aria watched s as the mage with some assistance from the guard dispatched the Arcane Horror. During the fight the mage's hood came down revealing an attractive red head whose sudden appearance seemed to quickly shush the crowd. <br><br><em>Maker's balls, what's going to happen now?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 15:28:27</strong>
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				A commotion broke out in the crowd behind her, and Kileena turned her head slightly to see. People were trying to get into the arena, but a rush of others were running in the opposite direction. She turned around to face the panicking crowd as they surged backwards, people were knocked over and into merchant stalls, and a chorus of yelling and screaming filled the air. Kileena took a few slow steps towards the crowd, the sheer panic urging her suspicions as she walked towards the gates of the arena. More and more people poured out the gates, but quickly enough the traffic trickled down enough that she could venture inside, reaching up to put a sure hand on the hilt of her sheathed longsword.<br><br>Inside the arena, bright orange flames rained down around the slender figure of an Arcane Horror. Kileena whipped out her longsword in a hurry, pulling her shield off of her back with the other hand, and started into the arena. The twisted horror within rock and ice was rocketed by falling ball flame, one after another, and it wailed gluttorally in pain and anger. As quickly as she had entered the arena, though, her mind took over and her steps ceased.<br><br>She would not walk into that storm of fire, Kileena had no idea what was going on here, and the two mages situated on opposite sides of the writhing horror caught her eye. She watched both warily, recognizing one as a guard, though the other seemed a stranger. Her eyes jumped back and forth between the trapped horror and the mages, though in the back of her mind she realized there was still a crowd gathered around the fighting pit, and all had likely seen the mages at work. With the current tensions as they were, Kileena had a good idea what might happen should the templars arrive to find the current situation. Innocent or no, displays of unsanctioned magic and Arcane Horrors lurking about in public never fell on kind graces with the templars.
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 19:26:05</strong>
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				(As warning I will disappear for while to play Old Republic)<br><br>Kashund had sitted on audience, watch the first match with disinterest.<br><br><em>Boring start, boy is good as dead pig brought to slaughter.</em><br><br>Kashund was waiting on his turn when suddenly after the match things went weird direction....a creature of arcane darkness appearing and then comprehend with flash and use of magic!<br><br><em>Damn mages, when the world learns to cut their damn tongues?!</em><br><br>Kashund had rised and taken blade into his hand ready and ready to charge into fray to slay the horror but it seems mages finished it off already without his help. But he senses panic and restlessness spread on the audience regarding presence of the mages. However for now Kashund did nothing but stand and hold naked blade ready, standing out from the crowd thanks his height.
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				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 21:45:17</strong>
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				The roads became less crowded as the Tourney began, giving Aerandir more walking room but making him stand out much more. While he knew that no Crows would attack him head on in public, he disliked the now exposing enviroment he was now in. Deciding to head to a more crowded place, Aerandir headed to the arena where the Tourney was being held. Maybe there would be a better place to hide there...<br><br>As Aerandir approached the arena, screams of terror begun to ring out from the stands. At first Aernadir thought little of it, figuring that a warrior had just been brutaly slain in one of the matches. But that persumtion swas soon proven false after a loud sound came from inside te arena, which sounded like magic. <br><br>But magic was fobidden in these parts... After all, the Prince was a mage-hater, and any person discovered with the ability to use magic were treated... very badly. And with that in cosideration, using magic at this calibur in public was like a death wish... Very interesting... So what kind of situation would force someone to use magic in such an anti-magic society?<br><br>Aerandir climbed the walls of the arena all the way to the top, where he had a good view of the arena. There he saw two people and what looked like a demon of some sort. An Arcane Horror or something. The two people, who seemed to be mages, had already paralyzed it with their spells. He watched one of them finish the Horror off with a large and powerful fire spell, which engulfed the demon in flames.<br><br>Of course, the usage of spells made the crowed even <em>more</em> frantic, and they started to pile out of the arena with great haste. Aerandir decided to stick around a little while, just to see what would happen...
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