Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds
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				Title: <strong>Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 21:11:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101021232240/dragonage/images/thumb/2/25/Logo-origins.png/300px-Logo-origins.png)</div><br>It was the day after the battle of Ostagar, where King Cailen was supposed to have his glorious victory against the Darkspawn...the legendary Grey Wardens at his back. But it wasn't. It was his last battle. The Army that had fought along side him was utterly destroyed. Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir was supposed to lead the charge on the Darkspawn flank but he didn't. He ordered the retreat. A King was dead. One might expect the heavens to weep and rain to poor on the morning after but a lone Noble warrior, son of the murdered Teyrn Cousland found himself pondering how unsuitable it was that the day was, for all intents and purposes....rather beautiful. The Wilds were wet after the nights rain, but the day itself was very pleasant. <br><br>He was perhaps a touch uncomfortable in the heat of his armour, but who wasn't in a large suit of plate on any kind of a nice day. He wasn't doing much pondering on the unsuitable weather conditions however, he was more concerned for his own survival. He had awoken an hour ago, as bad as his injuries were they weren't fatal but had seen him out for the night. He had crawled and scraped out of the aftermath, took what healing supplies he could find and drank deep of the red liquid. Now he carried himself through the wilds, one side of his face and hair stained with his own blood but far more blood of the enemy staining his armour and sword. Especially the sword, the massive Red Steel Greatsword. In a gauntlet-ed hand he dragged it across the ground, the frozen glow and electricity dancing across clear evidence of its enchantments. <br><br>Paranoid eyes shot in any direction he heard a noise, heavy breaths escaped his dry lips. If someone was out there he wasn't going to call out. If it was Darkspawn, history wouldn't document his heroic last stand if there was nobody to witness it...not to mention Howe would go unpunished. No, he would move on. He would make it to people and go on further. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 23:11:57</strong>
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				There were screams. There were snarls. There were shouts and animalistic roars and growls. Fyrlynn was screaming as well, yet it wasn't in fear. It was in rage. That son of a whore Teyrn had ordered his army to retreat, and all had been lost. Her sword had swung, her fist had pummeled, her red cloak and hair dripping with sanguine, becoming an even richer crimson as she bathed in the blood of the enemy.<br><br>She had woken in the midst of the battlefield, having attained a head wound by a pommel connecting to her temple, and found out she had been lucky. Bodies had fallen atop her, hiding the fact that though she was indeed incapacitated, she was far from dead. She had awoken in the aftermath the next day, and had hauled herself free from the carnage, and now with a pounding head, blood drying and flaking from her flesh, her armor, her hair and cloak, she stumped through the deep wood, seeking a water source of any kind, needing to be cleansed. Ice blue hues swept the area around her again and again, every sound seeming to die at first only to echo deeper in the thick trees. <br><br>To say she was a bit on edge at the moment was to be an understatement. But she needed to find water, food, and perhaps any other human contact. She needed information as well. <br><br>This war was far from over, and she was still up for a fight...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 03:15:41</strong>
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				<strong>Marc Alton: Heh<br>In the Korcari Wilds Northwest of Ostagar</strong><br><br>Standing at a lofty 187 centimeters, with dark Antivan skin and a shock of straight black hair, Marc Alton looked every bit the foreigner out here in the cold woods of the southern Ferelden.&nbsp; And what a j--<br><br>The mage froze, one hand on a pine tree, both feet planted firmly in the soft loam of the forest floor.&nbsp; His head tilted, an ear to wind...<br><br>Crashing armor, distant yells.&nbsp; Human.&nbsp; Getting closer.<br><br>Marc set off at a dead run.&nbsp; He kept his arms up in front of his face to deflect branches and pine needles.&nbsp; He barreled between two young saplings, jumping the small patch of muddy water just beyond.&nbsp; He landed unevenly, one foot sinking deep into the loam.&nbsp; The apostate stumbled, paused, and yanked.&nbsp; The limb came free with a dull <em>splop</em>.<br><br>The yelling and clashing armor was practically upon him now.&nbsp; How had they moved so fast?<br><br>Marc whirled around in time to see a templar - tabard fluttering and singed, helmet discarded, shield dented and cracked - sprint out of a nearby thicket of tall bushes.&nbsp; The woman was wild-eyed and young, her sword gone, and she used the shield like a ram, pushing aside tree branches and smashing through shrubs blindly.<br><br>Marc simply stood still, watching her.&nbsp; He remembered her as one of the templars from his escort: Alla.&nbsp; She was on her first assignment out of the tower, fresh out of training, and the butt of many mage jokes behind the backs of the other templars.&nbsp; If she had a spine, it must be as soft as loose dirt.<br><br>Alla finally saw Marc standing near the thick pine tree.&nbsp; Her expression shifted instantly to despair, but then a hopeful look appeared.&nbsp; "Marc!" she called out, standing ten paces from him.&nbsp; "Gale's gone mad in the head.&nbsp; Don't let her kill me!"<br><br>Gale was another mage, one of those who went in on Marc's little plot to go rogue.&nbsp; Or rather, go apostate.&nbsp; She had been a loose cannon even under the supervision of the Circle and the templars.&nbsp; He could just imagine that bitch now.<br><br>The templar took a pleading step towards Marc, and Marc took a step back.&nbsp; He felt pity for Alla.&nbsp; No weapon, no nerve, and unlucky enough to be wearing templar armor in the same area as Gale.<br><br>Marc was about to speak when Gale burst out of the bush thicket.&nbsp; With short red hair, very pale skin, and a pinched face that made her look like she was always angry, the pint-sized apostate was disproportionately terrifying.&nbsp; Alla's eyes went wide, and Marc knew that whatever thought was going through her head was going to be her last.&nbsp; Unless he stepped in.<br><br>"Gale!" he shouted, suddenly aware of how far his voice had to have carried.&nbsp; "She's unarmed, not a threat!"<br><br>Gale, who had been focused on Alla until Marc spoke, swung her tight eyes to stare at him.&nbsp; "She's a templar Marc."<br><br><br>((OOC: Gale and Alla are NPCs; feel free to use them.&nbsp; Also, if someone could jump into the situation to get some plot going, that'd be awesome!))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 10:52:34</strong>
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				<strong>Ruvena Marlow</strong><br><br>The Maker certainly had a sense of humor, with timing and such being what it was, Ruvena Marlow was not at all surprise at what consequence fell upon southern Ferelden. The Blight had not impeded her search until now, after the unfortunate turn of events at Ostagar the Seeker found herself surrounded by darkspawn, her companions mostly killed during the night and now, she was lost and alone, her quarry had escaped but he would meet his fate by her hand or another. For now, Ruvena found herself wondering the battle ravaged countryside of Ferelden, her journey ended with the defeat at Ostagar, it was no longer safe to be here.<br><br>As she carefully stepped over a small stream, a thunderous blast from not far off caught her attention. Last her order was aware, the Qunari had not actively traveled this far south, and only one thing created such a noise aside from Qunari inventions. Magic. Her eyes narrowed as the fleeting source of light created by the explosion faded through the trees. She quietly drew her sword and shield, slowly stepping over a downed tree before heading towards the source of the blast. Her heart beat a little faster, she hadn't chased down an apostate in quite some time, it was a little exhilerating to not only be home for the first time in several years but also to, now, after everything that had gone wrong since her return to Ferelden, that possibly she could do something good.<br><br>When she arrived, she found a small scene of carnage, with several templars and a couple of mages laid dead across the ground. She paused at the opening of the small clearing, the smoke drifting up from the campfire situated in the middle was the only source of obvious fire, nothing else seemed to be singed or even on fire. The templars were all dead, killed by some form of magic, the mages suffering wounds, one with a templar sword still in her back. Ruvena took in a few tense breaths before she glanced around. There were only a few templars for a few mages, which meant there were certainly more of both somewhere, possibly on the way to Ostagar or running from it. But other things required her attention. She settled to covering the bodies with what she could, rushed as she was. The mage who did this would not get far, not in this kind of thick jungle and with countless swamps or bogs near by, assuming this mage was from the Circle, he or she would hardly be adept at running through swamps. Of course there was the idea that an apostate had ambushed these mages and templars, though unlikely as that seemed. After doing what she could for the bodies, Ruvena quickly set off, finding many tracks but only a few made by people. She wasn't sure if the Chasind lived in this area or not, but it was all she had to follow. <em>"Marc!"</em><br><br>Ruvena froze and looked around, trying to zero in on where that voice had come from. <em>"Gale's gone mad in the head.&nbsp; Don't let her kill me!"</em> Her eyes again narrowed as she quickly moved off towards the voice, her determination to findind this apostate was temporarily put on hold as she deftly stalked through trees, being as quiet as her rather bulky armor would allow. Ruvena held up her shield to keep the branches out of her face, her sword leading the way though lowered. She moved quickly, stepping right over whatever obstacles blocked her path as she slowed. <em>"She's unarmed, not a threat!"</em> The voices weren't far away now, and Ruvena crouched, lowering her shield and continuing towards the voices as movement to her right caught her attention, a woman in mage robes standing with her back turned.<br><br>The woman was facing two others, a young man on one side and... a templar on the other. Ruvena paused for a moment, several feet away from the mage. She studied all 3, the templar seemed nervous and without her arms, or her helmet for that matter, looked clearly frightened of the woman with her back to Ruvena. The man however, was dressed as a mage, the woman as well, perhaps they both were of the circle. <em>"She's a templar Marc."</em><br><br>Ruvena didn't need to be told what was going to happen, as the female mage raised her hands, small fireballs appeared in both. The templar seemed completely powerless to do anything, not trying to interrupt the spell in anyway she could, Ruvena recognized that sort of fear in the face of magic, she'd felt it once before. Jumping to her feet, Ruvena charged, smacking her sword on her shield. The mage turned, and upon seeing the templar shield charging towards her, hurled a fireball in its direction. Ruvena, however, was vastly more experienced countering mages than this woman was using her powers. The fireball fizzled upon hitting Ruvena's shield and the mage had no time to react, attempting to summon another fireball, she was sent falling head over heels as Ruvena crashed into her. The mage again attempted to cast something, but Ruvena was giving her no opportunities, squaring to face the woman. Her hair jumped briefly, a very quiet noise, like the distant cracking of thunder could be heard, though brief and sharp as it was. The mage screamed, clutching her head in pain, though the young templar simply stared, bewildered. The young man may have felt a slight headrush but little else.<br><br>Ruvena approached the woman and drew her blade, the tip precariously pressed just below her chin, her eyes flickering up to the woman standing above her, though despite the shield she had, instead of the templar armor, a large white eye stared back at her from Ruvena's chest. "<strong>And you, mage, are an apostate.</strong>" Ruvena quietly spoke, her attention shifting briefly to the young templar. Alla seemed to have replaced her fear with discomfort, glancing sheepishly at the Seeker as she turned to look at Marc. "<strong>And what of you, mage? Apostate, or no?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 11:27:33</strong>
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				<strong>Marc Alton: In the name of the Maker<br>Northwest of Ostagar, in the Korcari Wilds with Ruvena</strong><br><br>During the tussle between the new templar and Gale, Marc wisely kept his hands in the open.&nbsp; His feet swept the pine needles and dirt away from beneath him, so that he wouldn't slip if he had to run.&nbsp; He knew right away that the new templar was an experienced mage hunter.&nbsp; Gale's attacks, fiercer than most, did absolutely nothing to slow the templar's charge.<br><br><em>Could I outrun her?&nbsp; Certainly.&nbsp; But then what of Gale?&nbsp; And if I do get caught...</em><br><br>Marc decided to stay put.&nbsp; He had feelings for Gale, he didn't want to just leave her to die.&nbsp; Or worse, let her get sent back to the Circle.&nbsp; A plan was already forming in his mind.&nbsp; He had led the escape, but this new templar didn't know that.&nbsp; Anyone who had known was dead now, for that matter.&nbsp; Better to not give reason for--<br><br><em>"And what of you, mage? Apostate, or no?"</em><br><br>The templars words, a sliver of ice cutting deep into the silence of his mind, startled Marc from his thoughts.&nbsp; He spoke quickly, raising his hands in alarm.&nbsp; "In the Maker's name, templar!" he shouted, his voice slightly cracking in panic; fake or genuine, impossible to tell. <br><br>"Stay your blade!&nbsp; We are both mages of the Circle, separated from our group in that slaughter.&nbsp; Gale didn't weather the night well; she was fit to attack <em>me </em>when Alla came along."&nbsp; Marc's voice bordered on pleading, his expression one of appeasement.<br><br>"Please, don't kill her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 23:26:19</strong>
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				<strong>Ruvena Marlow</strong><br><br><em>"In the Maker's name, templar!"</em> The mage cried out, Ruvena narrowed her eyes on him, her sword still pressed gently against the womans throat. The Seeker watched the man for a few moments, trying to guess where his mind was, what he was thinking about doing. She had hunted enough mages to know few openly cooperated with templars, but knew enough to know most weren't bad people, usually more scared than violent. Fight or flight for mages was different than for regular people because they had more options, but far more consequence for their actions at the same time. She didn't know if this mage she was a mere lean away from killing was angry or frightened, but even so, Ruvena's resolve wouldn't allow her to become a victim of the fleeing mage. <em>"Stay your blade!&nbsp; We are both mages of the Circle, separated from our group in that slaughter.&nbsp; Gale didn't weather the night well; she was fit to attack me when Alla came along."</em><br><br>She toyed with the idea, wondering if this man was genuine or if he was about to ask her to let him go. The idea formed in her mind that she had no time to bring both these mages back to the circle of Ferelden, the man she was chasing was many times more powerful and dangerous than both these mages combined, but killing a mage for being only that was not Ruvena's way, nor the way of her order. "<em>She isn't a templar...</em>" the Alla quietly replied, louder than she had hoped, as an awkward look in Ruvena's direction was quickly moved to the ground. She knew a decision on her part was necessary, but she could not simply allow these two mages free to move about Ferelden unchecked, for even the best intentions of a mage were a danger to all, and Ruvena had seen enough innocents murdered by blood magic, abominations and even demons to swiftly consider two deaths better than hundreds, and from what she'd just seen, this young female mage was more than willing to murder to get her way. It would only be a matter of time before she made a mistake and brought death upon countless innocents.<br><br>"<strong>Do not toy with me, mage.</strong>" Ruvena coldly responded to Marc, stepping back and sheathing her blade. "<strong>Had I not arrived when I did this mage would have murdered that templar, vulnerable as she is...</strong>" Ruvena glanced at Alla, her voice taking on a disappointed tone as she looked at the templar. "<strong>...why must I show compassion for apostates who clearly will offer none to others. What is to stop this mage from murdering an innocent person, or consorting with demons?</strong>" The mage on the ground squirmed at this point, either out of a sudden fear for her life or a desperate attempt to get away. "<strong>Even so, the young templar is right, I am not of her Order. And so it is not my duty to dispense no doubt riteous justice on this apostate, however it is not my intention to release you.</strong>" Ruvena bent over and hauled Gale to her feet, roughly grabbing her arms and pinning them behind her back, binding them with rope. "<strong>So what shall we do, mage?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 12:53:51</strong>
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				The battle was fierce; the intensity of it all, the raw emotion and desperation, and the overwhelming brutality was nothing that Farsight could have prepared himself for.&nbsp; Having come too late, he was actually thankful for this fact; if he had been here on time, he'd likely be dead now.&nbsp; And then who would warn his tribe of the dangers they would soon face?<br><br>Sadly enough, he found himself being pushed in a different direction when the soldiers realized they had lost and began fleeing the battlefield (many being cut down despite their best efforts). Instead, the elf now found himself carefully skulking his way through the Korcari Wilds, his steps disturbingly light, disturbing hardly anything at all.<br><br>His faithful wolf, Belda, followed along at his side, occasionally pausing to sniff curiously at the ground, and twitching every time they heard a distant twig snap. The beast was on high alert, realizing on some level--perhaps due to Farsight's own anxiety-- that they were in a dangerous predicament.<br><br>As things stand, he's not entirely sure where he is. This is the farthest he's traveled out into the world. He knows he is close to Ostagar, and can tell that these woods are deep, and while comfortable here, he knows he's going to have to leave them eventually...perhaps find some village or something where he can gain geographical bearings.<br><br>Even better would be if he could find of those&nbsp; Shem that fled; some of them had to survive. It was statistically impossible for them to all be dead. It'd be good luck for him if he found one or more...safer, and he'd have people that could help him figure out just where in the hell he was. <br><br>And as it turns out, he did. He found a few of them--four, by the sounds of it-- arguing or fighting about something. Carefully tiptoeing along, avoiding branches and fallen leaves, he skulked his way closer to the group. He held his bow in his right hand, and an arrow in the left; the bow was not ready to be fired, but should they prove to be hostile, he could be firing off a shot in&nbsp; less than two seconds.<br><br><em>So what shall we do, mage?</em> was the only thing he clearly heard; on his approach he could have sworn he heard something about demons and murder and he wasn't quite certain what all of that was all about (Probably Darkspawn, he figures). "Survivors?" He calls out, eyes keeping careful watch over them all. Because of the way his cloak's hood shadows his face and covers his head, nobody should be able to see the telltale ears or the markings on his face that would mark him as a Dalish Elf; and his voice? He certainly sounds like a human, probably some rough and tumble mountain man, or maybe even a Chasind, considering their location...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 04:17:55</strong>
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				<strong>Marc Alton: Keep improvising<br>Northwest of Ostagar in the Korcari Wilds, with Ruvena</strong><br><br>Marc was silent for a few seconds after the templar, or whatever she was, finished speaking.&nbsp; She had a way with words, and it was hard to tell if she saw through his claim, or simply suspected him just because he was a mage.&nbsp; Either way, she was a hardass.&nbsp; He'd have to give her the slip after it got dark, or stun her long enough to grab Gale.<br><br>Speaking of Gale...&nbsp; She was bound now, facing towards him.&nbsp; Her face was a furious red, her eyes wet with anger and frustration.&nbsp; He wanted to signal here to calm down, run with what he was saying.&nbsp; But then her captor would see that.<br><br>Marc looked back at the not-templar dressed in heavy armor, and smiled.&nbsp; "Great!&nbsp; I promise we won't try to escape.&nbsp; It was a miracle we even made it through the night.&nbsp; Circle's not too keen on survival skills as you can expect."&nbsp; Marc paused, choosing his words carefully.&nbsp; "Look, about Gale, she--"<br><br><em>"Survivors?"</em><br><br>The mage's head swiveled, hands cupped and ready to summon fireballs on a moments notice.&nbsp; But darkspawn couldn't speak.&nbsp; He saw what looked to be a rather short, slender man, or more likely an elf, though it was hard to tell with the hood he was wearing.&nbsp; Marc stayed silent, but relaxed a bit.&nbsp; He wasn't a templar, and definitely not a darkspawn.&nbsp; He'd let the not-templar speak first, to draw attention away from himself, and make it look like he was completely willing to follow her lead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 23:30:50</strong>
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				<strong>Ruvena Marlow</strong><br><br>Ruvena's eyes were locked on the mage, his body language and facial expression, particularly his eyes, were most telling. For the most part templars weren't trained to interact with people all that well, infact they weren't trained in anything like that at all. Tracking down apostates and blood mages without phylacteries generally boiled down to luck and someone coming forward with information. Seekers on the other hand, required such skills much more than templars. Though she didn't know many, Ruvena suspected many were templars who had developed some skill at understanding people before they spoke, or showed remarkable investigative skills. <br><br><em>"Survivors?"</em> Ruvena heard from behind her. She didn't immediately look, she glanced at Marc briefly before slowly turning her head to look at this new person. What she saw was a man in a hooded cloak standing at the edge of the clearing. He looked a little small for a man , possibly a child or more likely an elf, from the tone of his voice. He certainly wasn't a circle mage, possibly an apostate, if a mage at all. She watched him briefly, but her point of concern was always Marc, and she didn't leave him unwatched for more than a second or two at a time. She wasn't sure what but he wasn't telling her something, either something of his own doing or possibly because he feared this woman. Most likely, the latter, even if this mage wasn't nearly as powerful as she thought.<br><br>Ruvena again looked at this new man, and decided he was either a chasind man, or young man by his stature, a Dalish elf or a surviving city elf from the army, or some kind of scout and survivor from Ostagar. Either way, she didn't know who he was, but as he was not a templar, circle mage or the man she was after, she didn't really care what he wanted. "<strong>Not of Ostagar.</strong>" She responded quickly, grabbing Gale by the arms and pivoting slightly so she wouldn't have to turn so much to look at either Marc or this stranger. "<strong>We're all just caught up in the aftermath, but fortunately, none of us were there.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age ~ The Koncari Wilds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 00:21:15</strong>
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				<strong>"Farsight"</strong><br><br>He watched them all carefully for several moments after the woman had answered. His stance relaxed, and he slid the drawn arrow back into its quiver. He murmured quietly to himself, not words, just a nonsense noise; it seemed exasperated, if anybody could hear him from where he was.<br><br>Belda comes running up to him from the side, barking in what seems like a happy manner, before turning his attention towards the others. The wolf glared at the mage with intensity, but did not bark; perhaps that was even more intimidating, how quiet it was. As if the beast did not need to try and frighten him; as if he should be afraid of it at merely a glance.&nbsp; Belda was quite confident, you see; he needed no bark to accompany his bite, though a few gentle pets from the archer, and a whispered "Relax" calm him down.<br><br>He would move closer towards the group, the beast following by his side; Belda had a restrained or defensive sort of aggression to him. He wouldn't attack unless someone harmed his master. "I see." He sighed a bit. "We had best get moving. It was a total loss. The nearby villages need to be informed about the impending danger." To some degree, he cared little for the Shem; however, it did well for his cover to feign it, and he did that <strong>quite</strong> believably. <br><br>"Why is the girl a prisoner?" He had a feeling he knew what the answer would be, but made no assumption. For all his <em>thoughts</em> on the matter, he<em> knows</em> nothing, and she could actually be the victim here. 
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