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Post by [ADMIN] Gamoran Stormrider on Sept 15, 2015 5:51:56 GMT
The setting was a small town. Bigger than Redcliffe, built south on the edge of the Korcari wilds -- a testament to mankind's ability to thrive after a blight. As a target, it was stragetic. Right inside Inquisition territory, but secluded enough by its location that it would be difficult for them to navigate a full force to defend it. To destroy it would send a proper message. We are to be feared.
The beast fell from its hillside perch, wings spread. By now, many had gotten wind of its presence during the attack on Haven. Its master would have them know fear -- Corypheus commanded obedience.
A burst of fire went up from a farmhouse on the southern edge of the town. The mage leading the assault sitting on his horse with fire flickering across his fingertips. The two archers had climbed to a rooftop position to watch for enemies, as the mage and the horrors below ravaged the town.
The dragon landed on top of a tall fountain in the square, smashing the griffon statue in its center -- honoring the hero of ferelden, no doubt -- as it hit the ground. It could hear the townsfolk shrieking, turning their lights on and fleeing their homes. Good. Cause a ruckus. Make a scene. It roared, breathing apart the nearest shop with an explosion of red light and splintered wood.
Let the heroes come.
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Example 2
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Post by [ADMIN] Vinsomer on Sept 18, 2015 6:02:13 GMT
The town will be considered completely destroyed in FOUR DAYS (after the 21st) if it is not defended.
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Kossala Adaar
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Sept 13, 2015 19:24:32 GMT
September 2015
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Post by Kossala Adaar on Sept 20, 2015 6:53:14 GMT
Wishing for a moment of peace was too much to ask. Chaos reigned no matter the front, and Kossala was very physically marked to be the one to deal with it. Word of the attack was quick enough, but actually assembling a force to go and deal with it was another measure. The location wouldn't allow for a quick route of troops to be funneled in it, and yet that which did strike was something they could not abandon and let sit idle. There was little eloquence and little tact when the qunari shoved the dulled blade-tip into the nearest wooden beam (all gods help her for the mention of brutality that would mark her with) before stalking out to the hastily readied steeds. She was responsible for this, and if she did nothing she would be at fault for letting destruction reign supreme. So? Kossala would go and fight.
Because clearly the sight of a horrid decayed dragon the first time wasn't enough to ward her off. Dispatched was word for those eager to fight to accompany her, but if need it be she would--what was it precisely? Stare that fucker down again and see it through? Again, there was little time for choosing the correct words, so the qunari spoke with candor.
Granted, the ire in those words couldn't undo the knot the Herald Inquisitor had fastened in her throat as she came upon view of the area. Thick smoke and fire already billowed, a statue overturned, and the beast's mark evident. Terror was not the exact word, simply because terror could not pin down the nights of restless sleep that had haunted her with that twisted visage of the creature and it's master. Fear battered around her rib cage like a sun-struck moth, but a growing sense of fury and heart overwhelmed it entirely. Kossala turned, neck craning as she allowed her gaze to tear from the scene at hand to those wish her. They needed rousing words, something of encouragement, a call to boil blood and have hope soaring. The qunari wasn't well with that, but she did have a frankness to her words.
"We will not let Haven happen all over again, not here."
ooc || i'm assuming it's chill to jump into immediate arrival--those who want to crawl over from the inquisition feel free to say you came with Koss !!
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Keziah
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August 2015
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Post by Keziah on Sept 20, 2015 7:56:22 GMT
This hadn't been the route she'd planned, but maybe there's something about the blight scars in southern Ferelden that call a Warden there. There is something pulling at the edge of her mind she doesn't want to think about - maybe seeing Ostagar will help. (Oh no, she's never been one so big on the Warden duty, but somehow it's... well, maybe it will reassure her). Anyway, long story short? Not her plan. So of course a big old archedemon swoops down.
Like the good little hero she is, Keziah rushed to the scene to help defend. It's worth a shot - she can buy time for the townspeople some time, at least, even without fulfilling that last part of the motto just yet. It's a relief when she can see there was someone else looking properly tough to help out. A few thoughts flash through her mind - is that the inquisitor? andraste's tits - but those thoughts are quickly replaced by the present situation.
First she threw a quick barrier onto the qunari - not her specialty, but better than nothing. "Nice weather, huh!" She shouted at the qunari, then turned to try and focus on some of the smaller foes. What were those, some of those Venatori folks she'd heard of? Maybe. She cast an ice spell towards the spellbinder in the hopes of freezing them or at least slowing them down, she put down a wall of fire between the two of them and the invaders to try and slow any approach and allow the Inquisitor and Keziah to focus on the real enemy. The dragon. Obviously.
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Anders
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Sept 8, 2015 21:29:15 GMT
September 2015
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Post by Anders on Sept 20, 2015 20:13:52 GMT
Fire was often a sign that he needed to reroute; camps contained people, and people were dangerous.
This fire, however, was different; it was large and moving, accompanied by shrieks and cracks that he could hear, despite not being terribly close to the little town. An attack, no doubt, and he could not simply sit idly by as the townsfolk were crushed.
There was a creature there, too - some monstrosity that resembled a dragon, but... it was different. Ill-looking; it matched the other much smaller things, sickly red growths all about them. He was beginning to regret his decision to run in and offer aid, wondering if this situation could possibly have any outcome besides many, many deaths and a whole lot of destruction.
Something burned in his chest when he finally noticed that he was not alone here - there were others already prepared to begin the fight, and even if they did not bring with them their own dragon, he had learned in Kirkwall that even small groups could come out on top, with the right people and tactics. Hopefully, that was the case here.
It was best to stay hidden, and so Anders quickly pulls up a hood that hopefully would keep his face a mystery with the chaotic situation at hand. He did not expect to be under constant scrutiny while there was a fight to be had, but he did not want anyone to be able to describe him in any detail afterwards.
He arrives, finally in range to be of use, and the end of his staff smashes against the ground, a sizzle of electricity sparking outward toward the chilled mage.
"Where are the townsfolk?" he shouts over the growing commotion; he could not help them if he could not find them, though it was best to make sure the situation was under control before running beyond enemy lines. [ i got carried away :l ] |
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Example 2
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Post by [ADMIN] Vinsomer on Sept 23, 2015 4:20:42 GMT
And so the heroes arrived.
The fire that had sparked from the southernmost building had spread to a few nearby buildings, two of which were beginning to buckle under their charred supports. Another fire had sparked closer to the center of town, the spell connecting with the building just moments before the mages' horse was frozen in place. He slide off it clumsily as the archers trained their bows on the resistance.
The dragon swung its mighty head to face the heroes before it. A low growl rumbled through the air, and red wisps of crackling corruption formed around its mouth. It stared directly at the Inquisitor, drawn by her voice and crackling magic in her hand. The ground shook as it took a step forwards, peices of stone falling awake from it. Then, with a mighty roar, it reared and shot a blast of its corrupting breath directly at the Inquisitor. If she, and perhaps even those around here, didn't move quickly, it was likely to strike that.
Then it rose into the air, climbing high and circling above the town with another roar. Two of the red horrors stumbled towards the Inquisitor, one swinging an arm in a wide arc towards her. The third followed the sounds of the nearest townsfolk. The archers shot at the two mages that had come to assist her, while the spellbinder began to attempt to free his horse, only to have it flee in a panic.
The dragon, still circle, shot another burst of corruption towards some of the northern buildings, a ways behind where the heroes were standing. The main path through the eastern and western sections remained clear, and a few frantic townsfolk had already begun to pour out in that direction, not noticing the dragon circling towards the east.
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Jenae Amell
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Sept 13, 2015 16:45:26 GMT
September 2015
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Post by Jenae Amell on Sept 24, 2015 15:50:26 GMT
Another dead end, although at least Jenae had anticipated this one. Still, that she'd thought it worth the effort to venture into the Korcari Wilds on the off chance she might come across the long gone Flemeth or, or her similarly missing daughter, and then...what? Ask either woman if they knew someone who might know something about the Calling, if you please? This had been pointless.
But weren't you simply looking for—
This had been pointless, and she needed to move on. Ferelden was too difficult for her to travel incognito around, anyway, so Jenae supposed she was thankful that she didn't have many leads within the country. Hard to shirk one's duty and stave off one's death when one's being bombarded by well wishers and admirers and the odd rival, after all. Yet she'd stopped briefly in a town not entirely unlike Lothering on her way into the Wilds, so it seemed natural to stop there again now that she was making her way back, only. Hmm. Only the last time she'd been here, there hadn't been nearly so many flames or screams. And the dragon was almost definitely new.
She caught a glimpse of the smashed gryphon statue laying in the town square, and Jenae hated to admit it, but that roused her anger to join the fight, even moreso then Lothering's memory already had.
How typical of us.
"Drop it," she barked, tossing her pack and her staff aside as she considered the field. While she'd little doubt the few defenders would eventually require more backup against the—the red monstrosities they currently fought, the most pressing issue seemed to be the fact that the villagers they were all so keen to save appeared to be running straight into the bloody dragon's bloody maw. Noting the flames, Jenae downed a balm to protect herself against warmth, before tossing the flask aside as well. Then her eyes flashed green, and the mage exploded outwards as an enormous, flying swarm of stinging insects.
Buzzing and twitching and somehow both more and less then usual, the swarm made a beeline for the main road, intending to block the villagers' path and save them from themselves (or more importantly, the dragon). Ideally, the swarm could change their course from east to south; better to run towards the horrors they knew in the Wilds, then to practically offer themselves up to the dragon to the east or get in their defenders' way to the north.
The best laid plans of swarms and mages, however, often go astray. |
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Dorian Pavus
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July 2015
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Post by Dorian Pavus on Sept 25, 2015 17:23:45 GMT
It hardly deserved the name city, this collection of hovels and huts. Few of them above two stories, and the sword-shaped Chantry, as per usual, the largest of all. In Tevinter, they'd call it a village at best. Dorian's eye saw a mere settlement, a pioneering camp which pretended to the grandeur of a real city with its handful of crossing streets and its brave central square. There'd even been some attempt at art, though the blocky remains of the shattered griffon statuary spoke of something rather heavy and graceless to Dorian's aesthetic sense. But better than Avvar art, marginally.
Dorian grinned fiercely at Kossala, unlimbering his dragon-bone staff from its baldric and summoning its flame. Limned in unnatural light, haloed in pulsating effulgence, he readied himself for the fray. The battle-excitement thrilled through his veins and sparked along his nerves like mage-lightning; adrenaline thrummed in his throat and his mind felt open and clear. He could laugh aloud from the simple joy of it all, despite -- or because of -- the danger.
"Don't suppose you've a convenient mountain in your back pocket you can drop on the archdemon again?" he asked Kossala jovially. "No? Pity; I suppose we'll just have to deal with this the old-fashioned way, then."
A quick gesture sheathed the little town's handful of defenders in a shimmering blue curtain of spirit barrier; it would decay slowly as they fought, but should help protect them from great injury until it did so. And somewhere in this laughable little city, Dorian knew there was a spellbinder; he could feel the pull on the Veil around him as the other mage reached for power and twisted it out into the world. It was like an itch on his skin, that sense of magic in use -- there were other mages among the defenders, of course, but Dorian recognized a subtle taste to the magic in use as distinctly Tevinter in style. His eyes narrowed.
"I'll handle the spellbinder!"
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Cullen Rutherford
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July 2015
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Post by Cullen Rutherford on Sept 25, 2015 18:39:26 GMT
Arriving on the heels of the Inquisitor, joining in her party once the word of a Fereldan city was under attack. Ferelden is his home- he'll be damned if he allows the fall of another city to the likes of Corypheus and his forces. His shield weighs heavy on his back as his sword rests easily in his palm. Fighting is something he knows-- something he'd quite proficient at. Kossala speaks. Dorian answers. Cullen focuses on what is going on around him with sharp eyes.
There's a barrier around the village. He should focus on evacuating the villagers that are in a panic. A hand shoots to the side as the few soldiers he's taken are ordered to protect and evacuate the citizens if they cannot save the village they can certainly save their lives. The few nod their heads, dipping away from the group as Cullen removed the shield from his back. Fingers flex around the hilt of his sword as he moves to offense-- whatever is closest to him. Kossala is a rogue. Dorian is a mage. The Commander will do what he can to assist the Inquisitor ( and those that seem to be fighting with them that he gives little thought to beyond making sure he doesn't step in front of one of their attacks ).
Rogues are weaker to frontal attacks, the blond knows this. As one horror takes a swing as Kossala, Cullen tries his best to shield bash the creature away from her. Protect the Inquisitor and the village. |
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Example 2
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Post by [ADMIN] Vinsomer on Sept 26, 2015 7:23:52 GMT
Next enemy post will be made sometime after October 3rd. Anyone who fails to post who was attacked will be assumed to take damage from the attacks. Thread will also likely be closed to new posters then.
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Tareq
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Post by Tareq on Sept 26, 2015 12:52:20 GMT
Tareq was fashionably late to the little evening party. He had been trailing behind other members of the inquisition looking for anyone that might surround them from behind. The man already had his bow drawn an, an arrow between his fingers. He was ready as he was when the dragon roared its ugly head. Wardens darting forward, the Commander chasing a rogue, Dorian after the spellbinder. The Venatori would be easier to dispatch than the rest, but he assumed the Commander could get their attention and hold it for just a moment.
Tareq sprinted, jumping up on a few barrels and using the momentum to get himself onto the roof and out of any close range danger. At this point, he'd be surprised if any of the enemies even noticed him. He notched an arrow, drawing his bow back to full length and aiming at the Venatori's head. The male held his breath stilling his body in that exact moment he would release the arrow hoping to end the mage in one fell swoop. They were always weak to arrows, even their flimsy barriers barely resisted the piercing damage most archers could release.
If he missed, since the mage was attempting to get his horse free and probably jerked out of the way of the fleeing equestrian he would notch another arrow and fire a quick volley at the mage, this time shifting his aim to smaller points on the broader body at large. The heart, kidneys, liver, shoulder. Things that could kill or maim him, preventing him from casting as well. The Crow was familiar with the body, intimate even.
-- Releases a full drawn arrow aiming for the Spellbinder's head.
-- Next releases a few quick drawn arrows aimed at specific points at the body at large. (Heart, Shoulder, Liver, Kidneys.)
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Keziah
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Aug 31, 2015 20:28:05 GMT
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Post by Keziah on Oct 5, 2015 1:42:26 GMT
Well, despite all the nice friendly folks helping out, things were certainly grim. That dragon was the worst especially, considering the enourmous blast of - that was not fire - it had shot in their direction. On instict she threw up a wall of ice in front of the Inquisitor and herself, which should take the brunt of the attack before shattering. Still, it would eventually shatter, and the corruption knocked her back a few feet. Nothing too bad, though - Keziah scrambled to her feet a moment later.
It was then the archers started at them. Actually, it wasn't until one of the arrows had hit its mark that she noticed. Lucky her, though, with her nice sturdy armor. The arrow in her arm hurt something fierce, but the armor had dulled the impact enough for the wound to be shallow enough to not be major. Not super major. She'd lived through worse. Another arrow skimmed her thigh, at which point she realized those archers need to go down. She fired off a blast of ice towards the archers to try and stop or slow their attacks, and then launched a few fireballs to try and finish them off or scare them off.
"I hope you're not all planning on staying for much longer," she called to the Inquisition group that had gathered, falling back to where they were. "Won't be long before the dragon's back."
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Example 2
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Post by [ADMIN] Vinsomer on Oct 5, 2015 2:12:05 GMT
Between the aid of the soldiers and the ominous swarm of insects, the villagers quickly corrected their path to flee. A few fled down the western path, escaping the town without trouble. But some flew to the south, two of them getting quickly caught in the fiery debris falling from the wreckage that had blocked the path. Regardless, the town was quickly evacuated.
The first red templar horror's blow was solidly blocked by the Commander's shield, where it reeled and stumbled backward from the sudden attack from the shield. It knocked into the second, which made a gutteral noise and shuffled to the side - stumbling into the fire and badly damaging itself. The flaming creature charge forward in anger and agony, its path leading it towards Tareq and Keziah. The first horror resumed its wild swinging attack towards Cullen and the Inquisitor and any near them, joined by the third horror creeping up towards the right to also attack Cullen.
The spellbinder, meanwhile, had taken note especially of the Tevinter deserter among the Inquisition ranks. He sneered and to Dorian, launching a string of insults in Tevene. This was, of course, interrupted by the arrows. The Spellbinder threw up a hasty barried and blast of energy to stop and knock away the first volley. In doing so, he missed the second volley. The arrows hit soundly in a few choice vital spots. The Spellbinder made an attempt to curse at them again and summon another magical attack, but only succeeded in making some gutteral noises before falling over dead. His horse, not freed, fled towards the west.
The archers, despite their success in wounding the two first mages, were unnerved by the sight of their commander falling. Keziah's magic found them slowed well enough to be struck fully by the fireball. One simply dropped his now-burning bow and fled, while the other screamed and writhed to try and extinguish the flames. It was unsuccessful, and he fell dead moments later.
The dragon circled all the way around to the west again, only to see that the civilians had escaped the town. it roared in frustrated and bestial wrath, launching another ball of corruption at the houses along the east road. This would make the east road more difficult to traverse. Then it landed atop one of the western buildings, some of the roofing crumbling beneath its claws. It roared and stared down the group, then launched another blast towards them.
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