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Spymaster
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Sept 30, 2015 19:05:42 GMT
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Leliana
17
July 2015
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Post by Leliana on Aug 10, 2015 3:51:08 GMT
If you would like your character to be a pre-established member of the Inquisition (meaning they were recruited OOC, and are already working members as of this thread) you may post here.
This thread will be closed on 9/25.
Canon characters who are already members of the Inquisition may post, but are not required to.
Skyhold was expansive; luxurious compared to sleeping in tents in the tiny village of Haven. The great castle in the center was like an iceburg, built out deep into the mountain below it so that from afar even the grand keep was only the top layer. High-built walls encircled courtyards and a barn and a training yard and even it's own inn. Perhaps one day, the Inquisition would be so well-known that the keep would expand beyond itself. A village on the edge of the castle walls, then a town, then maybe even a proper city, creeping outwards into the mountains. The cliffs and high hills were irrelevant to the expansion of human settlement -- if people could fly, they'd find a way to build cities in the clouds. Leliana gazed out over the training yard, which was currently full of recruits, gathered here to be counted off. Listed, so that Cullen, Josephine and herself could make proper use of them later. These recruits were not the Inquisitor's inner circle -- though those companions were probably hanging around, might even show up during the proceedings -- but they were important nonetheless. Leliana trotted past Cullen and Josephine, who were also here to oversee, to the front of the crowd, and clapped her hands. "Step forward one at a time, tell us your name, profession, and where you were recruited." She said to all of them, and then added more quietly to her two companions, "We'll have to find a place for all of them, sooner or later." |
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Denise Chalon
Dragonling
Posts: 15 
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Sept 20, 2015 20:41:06 GMT
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Denise Chalon
15
Sept 1, 2015 21:38:11 GMT
September 2015
denise
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Post by Denise Chalon on Sept 2, 2015 1:27:51 GMT
Even the vastness of Val Royeaux did not truly compare to the sights Skyhold had to offer. It was difficult to explain how she had felt when the keep was first in her view, and how that knot in her stomach had tightened as she drew closer and closer. 'Awestruck' was the only word that might do it justice, but even that did not feel like the word she sought. Daydreaming was on hold, however, as a voice pulled her back into the reality of the situation - she stood among many other Inquisition recruits, although she didn't know if she could truthfully consider herself recruited - she had been sent as a means to show her family's support, or so they said.
"Denise Chalon - of no relation to the de Chalons," a correction she had not needed to make until some idle chatter with those unfamiliar with the Orlesian families had resulted in confusion. "I was sent from Sahrnia, and present myself as an archer, though you may find I have some diplomatic talents, as well." That is to say, she was not unfamiliar with the Game and it's players, and also that she has a knack for... omitting the truth, when necessary.
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Tareq
Dragonling
Posts: 10
inherit
48
0
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Tareq
10
September 2015
tareq
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Post by Tareq on Sept 2, 2015 1:53:33 GMT
Tareq looked around the crowd seeing if he could spy anyone of importance. Mostly nameless recruits from villages in who the hell caresville. He blended in with the faces, so many different races and nationalities all gathered in one spot. He adjusted his scarf, did they have to choose a fortress on the top of a mountain?! It was so damn bloody cold here, how did anyone else find it comfortable. Many were less bundled up than himself, perhaps he had grown too use to the warm Antiva weather.
A small smile crept upon his lips, home, the smells and sounds of the city were what he enjoyed best. The parties and bloodshed, it was what made home, home. Here there were less parties and to much blood. Only half of a good time. His dark eyes glanced over to the blonde who spoke up to Leliana, answering her request from them all. Sighing he looked away uninterested in this little show and tell, they'll be standing here all day at this rate.
When she finished he was eager to get this ceremony out of the way. "Grey, rogue of many talents." Oh so specific. "Recruited in Orlais." His accent reeked of Antiva that much was clear, he was no smelly Orlesian.
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Sept 10, 2015 20:22:55 GMT
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Kristopher Belle
19
September 2015
krissy
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Post by Kristopher Belle on Sept 3, 2015 21:45:17 GMT
There's something claustrophobic about high stone walls that surrounded them, the constant ' go ' of every person around. Protection seemed key after the attack of Haven ( rumors that proved far worse in actuality ) and while Kristopher understands the need for such defenses, he is a Ferelden born man with a need for wide open spaces and a more laid back approach to life. However, the Inquisition had an army with no foreseeable Houndsmaster. A horsemaster, yes. He knew of Dennett, and his father had a great many praises for the man, therefore it seems like a proper place for him to follow. If Dennett approved there was no reason to resist the nudging against his flank as he had poured over letters in front of his fireplace of inquiries. Where Xena wanted, Kristopher followed.
" Kristopher Belle, Houndsmaster, and Ferelden. " His accent seems dull compared to the woman's Orlesian and the others with their spiced tongues. With his head held high and his own dog against his flank; he's sure no one would bat a lash as his far less flashy accent, " Here to suit the soldiers with suitable wardogs, ser. " Kris is sure she doesn't need that but he feels as though some may not have heard of Houndsmasters-- they weren't quite that common out of the realm of Ferelden from what he can remember.
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Sept 4, 2015 16:47:44 GMT
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Cloeleea Vrommeier
The Pearl of Ansburg
1
September 2015
chloe
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Post by Cloeleea Vrommeier on Sept 4, 2015 2:10:17 GMT
She took a deep breath. But all the deep breaths in the world won't get rid of the fluttering in her chest now. Skyhold. Seat of the inquisition... And she hoped... Her future. Chloe was a striking woman. That much can be seen even through her finely made but practical armor. Her face looked as if it was carved by the Maker himself in an example of his craftsmanship. Right now the eyes were taking in the towers of the castle. She tried and failed not to be nervous and ignored and stares she received.
Her eyes then flicked to the woman who seemed to be somewhat in charge as she spoke. Then to each of the people before her in turn. She took note of each. Especially the houndmaster. She had heard of Fereldan mabari. When it was her turn she looked up at the redheaded woman. "I am Cloeleea Vrommeier, Daughter of Margrave Vrommeier of Ansburg. And I am here to fight" She put particular emphasis on the last word. There would be no politics for her. There would be no parties. She was here to prove herself and take her first step to her dream of becoming champion of her hometown.
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Olivia Arms
Dragonling
Posts: 17
Mini-Profile Background: {"image":"http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16800000/The-Fade-concept-art-dragon-age-origins-16832459-786-468.jpg","color":""}
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0
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Olivia Arms
17
September 2015
tremblingunnatural
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Post by Olivia Arms on Sept 4, 2015 2:42:08 GMT
The hood was tightly pulled on top of the frail woman's head, shadowing her features as brown eyes stared outwards. She paid no mind to the other recruits, but rather the leaders of the Inquisition. Each one of them was tangled-- twisting and tugging on problems of their own. But these mortals were strange. They shoved them down, softly choking on things tongues were forbidden to say. But, Olivia didn't need words to know. Eyes whispered softly into her ears. Her spiritual abilities delicately caressed beyond their knowledge and pulled out secrets, wrapping them into Olivia's mind for knowledge. Each one of these leaders had their own problems. But they all put them aside. For the difficulties that littered the waking world. A noble cause. A spirit of valor would be proud, she thought.
"I am known as Olivia Arms. An ex-Circle Mage from Ferelden." Brown orbs locked onto the dirt for a moment, thinking over her options. "I have studied the Fade intensely and I am decent at healing wounds. That would probably be where I am most useful."
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Khaliya Ghilain
Dragonling
Posts: 6
Mini-Profile Background: {"image":"https://40.media.tumblr.com/aa2231413c0594c3165759681fe50895/tumblr_nu3e141ta31u1vmhno7_r1_250.png","color":""}
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0
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Khaliya Ghilain
6
September 2015
khaliya
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Post by Khaliya Ghilain on Sept 5, 2015 6:18:50 GMT
The air is brisk here; greedily nipping at any skin bared or poorly protected. The elf that lingers on the outskirts of the crowd is no different than the rest as she holds a protective hand over the collar of her coat. Name after name is given during the proceedings--people giving themselves to something that runs greater than the cause of a single nation. The threat this Elder One poses affects all, and it will require all to rise and fight. Nobles, commoners, mages and houndsmasters: they all stand in a world that Corypheus wanted to see kneel.
Dark eyes give a moment's glance to Leliana, before returning to the recruits. A solemn nod, and she settles beneath the rafters propped near the battlements. So many had died in Haven, but many more will continue to fight for those lost, and for those that still live. This day, this hour, this moment alone proves it. |
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68
0
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callum
6
September 2015
callum
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Post by callum on Sept 6, 2015 4:16:45 GMT
A red haired man looked up to the sky his dark blue eyes scanning every cloud that softly floated by the open courtyard roof. He didn't pay any attention to the recruit introductions, the clouds formations were simply far too interesting. The cloud this high up the mountains are different compared to the likes of valleys and lowlands. And ot doesnt help that the locations itself is incredably interesting, normally such locations like here would be incredibly cold but oddly enough Skyhold is able to sustain grass, puddles and even a garden in the higher courtyard. It should be impossible for those things to be up here but yet it here they are. Is it the work of magic from the previous owners? Or something else entirely different? But that will have tl wait as he noticed he would be up next for questioning, before him a hooded girl introduced herself as a Mage that studies Healing and the Fade. Callum has to remind himself to talk to her later and ask questions of the fade and if magic is surrounding this area and if that's what keeping Skyhold as mild as it is.
But finally it was his turn to introduced himself, he bounced on the balls of his feet which he does when he gets excited, he always like talking about what he could do and what he studies. He smiles and waved his arm quickly to get himself noticed.
"Greetings Lady Nightingale, I'm Callum Foxtrot of Oswick, Seventh child of eighth." Callum spoke loudly his Oswick accent lingering on his every word. "I was recruited from the college Of Orlais as a scout slash researcher slash alchemist for the Inquisition." Callum introduced himself proudly as he smiles. This will be quite the learning experience.
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Tullius
Dragonling
Posts: 6 
Mini-Profile Background: {"image":"http://www.shoddycast.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/DA-Lore-Nevarra.jpg","color":""}
inherit
70
0
Oct 11, 2015 12:22:35 GMT
0
Tullius
6
September 2015
tullius
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Post by Tullius on Sept 6, 2015 11:55:21 GMT
The mage still wondered if he truly had gone mad. Leaving Nevarra for this outskirt in the mountains, far, far away from his comfortable home. But the world was in trouble and he wasn't fond of the idea of a darkspawen becoming their new god. So here he was conscripting to this new 'inquisition'. If the world was going down he atleast had done everything he could do prevent it. Aside from that, the inquistion came across the most interesting remnants of the past era, would be a waste not to see glimpses of it.
Despite all the common folk there seemed to be some interesting folks among the recruits, carefully listening as all of them introduced themselves. It was his turn to speak up, straightening his back, hand tight wrapped around his skull adorned staff. "Tullius van Markham of the Nevarran Mortalitasi. Here to heal the wounded and assist the research team. Looking forward to working together with all of you" he could feel the eyes of former templars focus on him straight away. It was going to be a tough task to earn their trust. They probably only knew of the tale that all Mortaliasti were dead mages and dangerous above all.
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Beata
Dragonling
Posts: 2
inherit
73
0
Sept 16, 2015 19:51:30 GMT
0
Beata
2
Sept 5, 2015 17:53:38 GMT
September 2015
beata
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Post by Beata on Sept 14, 2015 22:10:59 GMT
Beata waited her turn with quiet patience, be-ringed hands folded before her. The wild, thin winds of this mountainous place, so very unlike the humid warmth of her homeland, snatched at the pale golden silk of the scarf she'd snugged about her neck. The free ends of the length of fabric whipped in the breeze until she caught at them and rewound the thing, this time covering her dark crown of braids and metal-hung ears as well. The temperature here would certainly take some getting used to, she thought wryly, as would the people. They all seemed very different from those she'd known in Dairsmuid.
Stepping forward at last, she smiled at the three Inquisition advisors in turn, then directed her comments to the red-haired woman with the sweetly Orlesian accent. "Beata, Enchanter of Dairsmuid," she murmured. "Or, I was." The Circle had been annulled not a year previously, though most of its inhabitants had been sent away in time to save them, Beata included. "I was meant to be at the Conclave as representative of the Rivaini mages who remain, but was delayed on the road by banditry and lawlessness. I arrived too late and found my way here instead. I offer you my talents."
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