Dragon Age: Aftermath ~ Warden's Keep
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				Title: <strong>Dragon Age: Aftermath ~ Warden's Keep</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 01:37:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.blisteredthumbs.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Wardens_keep.jpg)<br><strong>Warden's Keep</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Aftermath ~ Warden's Keep</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 10:16:14</strong>
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				The assembly had argued over the casteless turned Warden and even with all that back and forth, Behlen still strongly encouraged the acceptance to go through. If they accepted the heroic Warden Brosca, she was a soldier whom stood for hope and opportunity, the prosperity of the dwarven race to overcome great odds no matter how low nor dark was the time. Rica sat and listened, the concubine caste girl was an ambassador for the people of Orzammar and she even gave testament to her sister's strength and their struggle so that the shaper could record the rise of this unlikely Paragon among them. For nearly a month, Roque was throwing her time&nbsp; into exploring the deep roads with fellow Wardens to aid in reclaiming the thiags and clearing the road to Kal'Sharok to secure a trade to rebuild the trust broken so along ago. It was around this time, one of the Dead Caste brought her a letter from the outpost they kept near the city. Looks like Commander was hailing her in for some actual Warden tripe. <br><br>&nbsp;She didn't have time to head back to Orzammar, the location she was in now wasn't far from the peak, so she settled to sending a letter to Rica. Sure, it would be nice to see her sister before having to leave, but she might be stuck in another delegation or, worse yet, she would have to run into her own mab drowning her bitterness in mosswine.<br><br>&nbsp;It was a good few day journey into the right tunnel that lead out and upward, her brothers in arms saw to it that her trip up was a secure one, but she didn't wish for them to fuss over her trip. All she needed was her faithful comrad, the marvelous warhound, Toki.&nbsp; The brace of cold air whipping through hte gaping mouth of hte tunnel was a welcomed feeling, strangely enough. It was still a bit dim out as dawn was breaking along hte horizon. Her steps drawing her inevitably closer to that rolling watery sky still blinking with dimming stars. If only she got out while it was still night, travel would have been so much easier that way.. But the smell.. Something that never be burnt cast it's scent under the wind and the sight of fire on the next hill over caught her eyes.&nbsp; Sending Toki ahead, she followed a bit slower to keep her eye out, to save her strength should there be bandits, darkspawn, or werewolves prowling along... The wreckage was small.. Several wagons were burning and it looked more the work of the Carta then simple minded beasts.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, waste not, want not. She continued on, with some caution, eyeing the area for traps are Toki rejoined her with a warning growl, the massive dark body bracing and ears flicking back. Drawing her teal eyes up to the mouth of a cove, a dusky Rivaini looking bloke was there and looked as suspicious as she did about this.&nbsp; He didn’t have his weapons drawn,, but she lightly&nbsp; folded an arm behind her head to palm the grip of her sword.. <br><strong><br>“ Oyi..”</strong> Greeting shortly to the follow, her eyes lightly shifting to the wagon&nbsp; for a moment&nbsp; before going back to the human. <strong> “ Dun’t s’pose dis is your handy work, human?</strong>”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Aftermath ~ Warden's Keep</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 20:25:19</strong>
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				"Why is it that an armed man can not be found standing in front of burning wreckage without everybody instantly assuming he had something to do with it? The world has truly become a cynical place. It makes me weep. No, really. &nbsp;" he remarked dryly as the dwarven woman approached him. Not so much as a hint of a tear. Why, he wasn't even misty-eyed. <br><br>He'd been heading in this area after meeting on the road with a Dwarven merchant and his simple-minded boy. Enchantment! Enchantment! The poor lad needed a hobby. He had done what he often did when meeting well-traveled people. He'd made casual conversation and eventually steered the topic to that of Wardens. The merchant was all too eager to reveal his own modest role in providing 'logisitical support' to the Wardens who thwarted the blight. It wasn't too hard from there to get him to mention the location of a Keep up north where a man wanting to express his...ahem....'gratitude' to a Warden might travel to meet them. <br><br>He smelled the wreckage before he saw the faint wisps of smoke rising over the tree line. It was amazing how sensitive his nose seemed to all the scents of the surface after years of smelling nothing but mold, and darkspawn. He had just arrived on the scene and was looking over the wreckage of the wagon for some sign of what had happened when the dwarven woman arrived. He sniffed a few times and said "You smell like wet dog. Unless that's just Ferelden's natural aroma rubbing off on you....by Andraste! I don't smell like Mabari do I? &nbsp;"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Aftermath ~ Warden's Keep</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 10:28:39</strong>
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				<strong>" So ... Is.. That a yes?.. I mean it's a pretty simple question, maybe not simple enough now i'm lookin' at ya.."</strong>&nbsp; She grumbled , her thick nails giving a scratch at the side of her thick dark red hair, making the beaded locks clack a bit when rustled. It was the only thing tame about her unruly looking hair.&nbsp; Toki's stumpy tail gave a little wag at the comment, glancing slightly up to the dwarven lass since they were nearly eye level with one another, standing ground to make sure he was between the two bipeds. The colored line over her the bridge of her nose wrinkled a bit as the dusky bloke commented that she smelt like wet dog, making her nearly look like she was pouting in place of that scowl taking over her face. Her bottom full lip jutting out in displeasure and black brows knitting together as she bowed her head. <br><strong><br>" Bah, ya ain't worth me time goin' on wit' that guff.."</strong> She scoffed with a faint snarl in her tone.<strong> " Ya should be so lucky, rolling in here lookin' like a drowned rat in copper plate."</strong> A faint smirk touched her lips in that recovery shot, a faint chuckle leaking out from the warrior as her Mabari took to a sit and growled lightly at the man for the remark. " <strong>Aww, Ignore him. You don't smell that bad, boyo.&nbsp; Who's a strong lil pup-pup, aye?</strong>" A low sound of a half chuckle before teal eyes wandered to the strange and that smile sank a little in remembering the company she kept here. " <strong>So.. It's just you out here? Dat ain't too smart wit da bandit tryin' ta break way, but again. Gotta watch whom' I'm talkin ta."</strong> She turned away slightly, passing a glance over the wreckage. It seems whatever did this must have gone for&nbsp; they had yet to attack. perhaps heading south through the forest.&nbsp; Could have the wardens look into it when she got to the keep. <br><strong><br>" Look.. I'm busy right now.. Tis Warden Brosca and.. I guess it's kind of a duty to aid those in need, so..</strong>" Shifting her jaw as if she was already regreting her words wit hthe kind of mild glare she gave the human.<strong> " You need an escort somewhere?.. I'm heading up soldier's peak, there should be merchants there that could give you a ride to.. Where ever your headin..."</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 20:51:22</strong>
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				"Well as it so happens, I was on my way to the keep myself. During the Blight there was a particular warden who...made a real difference in my life. But he dissapeared before I could get his name. I hope to find him there and express my gratitude personally. &nbsp;" And technically speaking, not one word of that statement was false. <br><br>He looked squarely at the dog, and in a rather somber tone said "She's lying. You know that right? Your aroma is positively foul. I mean...it's almost so bad that you should be proud of it in a strange, bizarre kind of way. "<br><br>He gestured the way along the road "So, since we're going the same way shall we walk together? "
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 03:32:08</strong>
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				Warden Brosca's chin shifted a bit and a haphazard shrug&nbsp; rolled over her shoulders as she heard his explanation. There was a lot of little things that happened during the blight, but she was a bit more invested in looking out for her own race to keep them battling on rather then each other. Toki glared at the man for a moment and without her knowing what the dog was thinking, he eventually gave a slightly happy bark with his stubby black tail wiggling merrily. Heh, Toki was such a cute hound.<br><strong><br>" Sure. Dat reeking stench could chase away your foes wit' fear. Just as a war hound should."</strong> Though she might still have to give the hound a good washing when she got to the keep; it was best not to mention that or she'd never catch him off guard. As to be thinking of being caught off guard, the lad spoke up about taking her up on the offer to the Peak.&nbsp; She really didn't think he'd go for it, but looking over the wreckage of the caravan, it would useful to keep some back up on hand rather then wave it off...<br><strong><br>"&nbsp; Well, c'mon.&nbsp; We got a mile up this road and then up toward the peak.&nbsp; Granted they got a unit comin down to check out the situation.."</strong> She murmured to turn toward the road without much thought for anything else, though she sent her hound ahead to scout out the path for any odd smells. A faint smirk tugged at her lips , glancing up toward the mountain that lined the horizon. Absently humming on occasion&nbsp; from boredom and having to pat the dog whenever Toki returned.&nbsp; It was an hour later when she actually tried to say something more then a short answer.<br><strong><br>" So..Your from Rivain, right?... Elves are like common folk there, ain't they?"</strong> She paused a bit just to see what he would say, a light sniff in leading him up the trail toward the peak where soilders, masons, traders, and a few mabari could be seen doing various tasks to get the keep into order and back on the maps.<strong> " Just wonderin.. Seemed like a good concept.. And you might as well come with me to meet the Commander. If anyone could find this warden you lookin for, he'd might know.."</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 10:30:47</strong>
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				Footsteps sounded near the pair, just off the trail in the woods. It sounded like skittering, the typical eight-legged creature that sometimes made the woods its home: the giant spider. Sure enough, the large creature burst from the brush. It wasn't an ordinary giant spider (as ordinary as a comically huge spider gets, anyway); it was a highly dangerous poison spider.<br><br>However, before the giant arachnid spit web or venom at its intended victim, Toki, a voice called from the brush, <strong>"Down!"</strong> The spider hissed, but obeyed its unseen master. An elf emerged from the tree line, with a huge, intricately carved longbow slung over his shoulder, along with a quiver filled to the brim with arrows. <strong>"It's a good thing I can still recognize the smell of your hound about a quarter-mile off, Brosca,"</strong> Falian said with a thick Dalish accent as the spider scurried back towards its master. <strong>"Otherwise, my friend may have tried to have one of you three as a snack. As you know, they're not exactly the most sociable beasts."</strong><br><br>The elf peered into the distance at the column of smoke and asked, <strong>"I suppose you've already been through that burning area over there. You mind telling me what that whole thing's about?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 19:04:12</strong>
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				"<strong>I take it you're another Grey Warden? Well I certainly came to the right place seeking out members of your order. As for what happened here, your guess is as good as the next. If I had to guess, bandits are making the most of the post-blight chaos. Or there are leftover bands of darkspawn n the area. I suppose there could be survivors of the wagon in the area. Perhaps we should search to make sure some poor fool didn't crawl off with a gut wound and pass out in the brush just over there within earshot. </strong>" He said, resheathing the dagger he'd been a quarter-second away from hurling into the brush at the oncoming spider. He knelt down and looked for tracks or other signs of recent activity in the area. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 07:31:41</strong>
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				It was a sound she heard often in the deep roads, but in the wild, it sounded just like all the squirrels and woodland critters that kept her awake in the nights and a bit paranoid during the day if it wandered too close.&nbsp; There had been a few dwarfs she heard of get ambushed and cocooned in silk to be a snack for some giant eight-legged freak. Eyes surveyed the surrounding, but the shout lead her to find a familiar face.<br><strong><br>" Mahariel? Ya sneaky Dale-son."</strong> She belted out a short laugh at the little feat, to sneak up on the berserker took a little balls, but that was a reason why she liked the 'Dale Son'. He was a bit of a beast, but it fit in well with her enough.&nbsp; The Rivain spoke up and shook her head a little.<strong> " Hah, ain't just a Grey Warden, Mahariel gave da final mighty blow 'pon da Archdemon. Seen him do it wit me own eyes."</strong> She chirped up a bit though the Rivain filled in the Elf about the situation, they both seemed to want to check it out a bit more thorough.&nbsp; Roque liked playing hero, but only if there was someone around to see it. Hell, Bandits need to eat too..&nbsp; <br><strong><br>" Alright, but let's make this shit quick. We're burning light and we're least six miles off fer da closest medic.."</strong> The Dwarven lass quip, giving a whistle for Toki to come in from sniffing around.&nbsp; With all the smoke, she doubted the War hound's nose would be useful with everything smelling the same.&nbsp; She couldn't fight the urge to look through the wreckage to see if maybe some loot got gazed over, starting to circle and examine the wagons..<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 08:09:10</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091120224034/dragonage/images/d/df/Area-Brecilian_Forest.png)<br><strong>The Imperial Highway over the Bannorn's Wilds</strong><br></div><em><br>Vargas</em> searched for tracks and they were all over the place. It looked like a great amount of panic had stirred from an ambush, there were lighter prints most likely from the merchants and heavier, larger sets from someone whom was weighted with armor and weapons. The tracks of thin wagon wheels and that of a treading animal, a bit of blood along the dried and beaten earth.&nbsp; It looked like they stole the ox that was pulling the wagon as well rather then slay the beast.&nbsp; There were three trails he could make out with those good eyes: One lead to the south, deeper into the Bannorn's Wild forest. One that went North East toward the river, but the prints looked like they were lugging something heavy. The next was following the&nbsp; road toward Calendad Lake with the ox, but hte number of people were hard to make out in this well traveled highway...<br><em><br>Roque</em> searched the wreckage, she found a few pieces of pence and a silver or two from a slit purse that must have flodded everywhere. There were hand marks, signs that these were people.&nbsp; She didn't find much after that. A few broken pieces of crystal that was otherwise useless with the heavy damage and burn marks, she couldn't get a decent price of anything else left behind. Seems like these guys were quick and didn't leave so much as a scrap behind. Though it raised a question: Where were all the bodies?<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 05:38:52</strong>
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				Falian followed the duo back to the caravan wreckage, and, after picking over a few carts himself for any overlooked loot to find nothing of value, he began to search for tracks and trails. He considered asking Brosca, who seemed eager for a roof over her head, to go on ahead to the Keep with their surprise visitor while he investigated the prints that looked heavier, and maybe the light solitary prints if he had time.<br><br>Figuring that he could use something with a keener nose than the spider, he dismissed the creature into the forest, and instead let out a low howl. Four paws pounded the earth, and a Blight Wolf emerged from the woods, howling back at him. Now, he did speak up. <strong>"How do you want to play this, Roque? Both of you could head on back and I'll check out these tracks."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 22:33:47</strong>
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				"<strong>I would have assumed the slayer of the great Archdemon had better things to do than hunt down petty brigands and avenge hapless travelers. I on the other hand...don't. The heavier tracks are likely the bandits, weighted down by the spoils of their deeds. Or a survivor carrying the wounded. Don't see why they'd be heading in that direction though. Most likely the bandits then. </strong>" He knelt there looking over the tracks and trying to determine which, if any were likely to be survivors. He did not know why anybody would be heading toward the lake and Circle from here unless they were in pretty dire straits. Most folks didn't go visiting Circle Towers just to take in the scenery. He guessed this must be the survivors if there were any. He looked more carefully for signs of blood to support his guess. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 13:02:37</strong>
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				Roque&nbsp; was down in the dirt like her hound, looking over the wreckage for anything shiny that might be worth taking When Falian spoke up to her. Honestly, she wouldn't mind walking away, she couldn't be hypocritical enough to say she cared after what had to done to place Prince Behlen Aeducan on the throne. The dwarven dame gave a faint sniff of indecision as the mysterious human spoke up over the tracks, the the thought of loot reminded her why she was inclined to be more 'helpful' in certain situations. It was fair to ask for one's fair share if others didn't know how to keep their own together. <br><strong><br>"&nbsp; Falian tis much o' beast as da company he keeps, but he gots a heart for... Well, Shiny things. Kinda like a magpie, he can't help it."</strong> Well that compliment got away from her for now, an easy shrug and lazy smirk pulled her lips. <strong>" I can stay and knock loose some teeth, only good left ta do around here."</strong> She gave a faint sniff, her eye wondering to see where Toki might to get off to, but she couldn't help eyeing the Blight Wolf. Those Spiny mutant taint dogs made her uneasy.
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				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 06:17:20</strong>
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				Falian shrugged, more or less affirming Roque's remark on his tendency to be distracted by shiny objects. <strong>"It's in my nature."</strong> He did notice his companion tense up at the appearance of the Blight Wolf. He chuckled a little bit. <strong>"Easy, Roque. This one isn't going to maul you. If we do go off to follow one of these sets of tracks though, I would appreciate having someone who's a little more suited to straight-up combat than myself." </strong><br><br>While he was speaking, the tainted creature was sniffing the bloodied tracks, picking up scents to track if need be. It bumped into Toki and let out a quiet growl, but continued on its way.
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 11:32:48</strong>
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				<strong>" Still a tainted mutt, don't know what ya had ta do ta get it and don't wanna neither..." </strong>She grumbled, eyeing the mongrel as it sniffed around, the spikes and thorn protruding from it's fur wasn't something that would easily put the Dwarven woman at ease. Toki wasn't having it either,&nbsp; the War-hound was alert and kept distance as the beast drew near, ear's perked for the moment that growl was uttered. The large black hound&nbsp; bared teeth with a soft snarl to let it know there would be a fight the moment it stepped out of line.<br><br>Roque had a rough decision as the boys seemed to want to go different ways. It was possible the tracks leading into the Bannorn's Wilds were toward a bandit camp, but if so, the prints toward the river was confusing. The Tracks toward Calenhad had to be survivors and since it was close to dusk, they might be there a while. <br><strong><br>" Well, I say we go North East ta da river, d'heir tracks make no sense ta me.&nbsp; Toki!"</strong> Roque started and pointed down the way of the wilds. The dog only let those grey brown eyes stray for a moment from the blight wolf to follow the gesture. "<strong> Ya oughta go and snoop around. Catch up at da Peak, if ya find sumpthin'." </strong>The dog gave a gruf sound that was something like a growl, but the large hound was eager to find something to do and soon ran off into the wily woodlands.<br><strong><br>" Alright boys, we're burning light."</strong> She started, her eyes shifted to the Rivaini man to wonder if she should trust him. There was something off, but it could be that she didn't like him. Yeah, that could be it, but.. Why? Eh, it'll come later, she figured, heading toward the off road trail, following the deep dragging grooves cut into the ground.<br><br><em><br>Roque Heads to the North East Trail Tracks</em>
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