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[ADMIN] Gamoran Stormrider
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Post by [ADMIN] Gamoran Stormrider on Aug 10, 2015 4:39:43 GMT
If you would like your character to be a pre-established member of the Venatori (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 Venatori may post, but are not required to.
In theory, it was the expansive basement of a ruin in the Western Approach - an elaborate dwarven-built cavern about as long and wide as a sports field. Corypheus's forces had never been based in one specific location; instead being spread out across Thedas in various small bases or headquarters, packing up and moving whenever they were close to discovery. Corypheus himself never stayed long in a single location. His dragon stayed in the wilds, and he traveled the land -- wherever your new god is needed.This was an unsuitable place. But it was safe; naught to be interrupted by schemers, do-gooders, or those thinking that interrupting them would be a smart move in the inevitable game of politics played in every major country. Their stage was bland, not grandiose, hewn out of the stone by magic at the last minute so that it protruded above the masses like a great spire on it's side. He ascended it, standing beside Calpernia, looking out over the crowd of servants below him-- Even the greatest armies begin meager.He placed a clawed hand gently on Calpernia's shoulder, with a whisper of "Be silent." She would obey -- he had not only chosen her for her great untapped power, but for the fact that he knew she would follow the orders of a savior. Even those with great will followed messiahs, when they were present. "Our first march was a failure, a scar upon our record, but fear not -- you stand upon the precipice of a new era, under the wing of a new god." He addressed the crowd, from his pedestal. High, powerful and great, the apex of mankind's achievement, deified. "Never again -- We are greater than any army, any herald, any nation -- we are the future. Stand before me, and embrace it! You are the hands, of Corypheus!"At dawn, they put their plans in motion. |
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Chrysaor
Dragonling
never too young to die
Posts: 8 
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Sept 25, 2015 19:37:22 GMT
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never too young to die
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Post by Chrysaor on Sept 5, 2015 5:12:59 GMT
The Elder One made a speech; sitting atop his pedestal like the paragon of arrogance. He could afford to be arrogant, Chrysaor supposed, considering who he was. A new god? Maybe not, but something damn well close. Maive was here with him; and Chrysaor put a hand out to rest on her shoulder, if she would allow it.
"He sure does know how to make an impression," He whispered, watching the crowd cheer in response to the inspiring words, "Got the big and the scary down, and the penchant for dramatic speeches. Everything one needs to be the villain in an Orlesian serial."
Still, he would not lie to say there wasn't something rather exciting about it all, as cheesy as it was.
Cheers went out among the crowd, and he had never been one to pass up the opportunity to yell. Raising his staff, he let a surge of power flow through him to the tip of the weapon, giving off a bright and quick flash of fire that exploded into sparks with a crackling sound. Several other spellbinders followed suit, taking up the cheer that he had started.
"Glory to the Elder One!"
If nothing else, this war would make it an age to remember.
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Oct 20, 2015 17:43:36 GMT
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July 2015
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Post by Calpernia on Sept 5, 2015 5:37:01 GMT
In silence is the beating heart of wisdom.
CALPERNIA stays her tongue as she is told, confidant that Corypheus knew the wisdom of silence better than any foolish SCHOLAR of the Old Gods ever possibly could (cursed be Erasthenes' name). Though she is silent, she holds her chin high. She is the Elder One's lieutenant, now, and Commander of the Venatori--they are titles she has earned (for she is no spoiled altus brat, no magister's child born with a silver staff in her fist; she knows a life of labor and callous like they could never dream of), and she will not take them for granted. Once, she had thought she was a mere slave, but she knows now that there is nothing MERE about the slaves of the Imperium at all. They are the backbone of Tevinter, the blood that flows through it's streets, and knows that they will rise under the Elder One's guidance.
RAPTUROUS cheer ripples through the crowd, spells crackling from clapping fingertips like tiny bursts of firework. It surges warm in the pit of Calpernia's belly, like hot mead on a cold day. She clenches her jaw to keep her lips from smiling--joyous though the occasion may be, she must remain solemn and resolute before her troops, as stone as the Ferryman waiting for her back in Minrathous. The fight is not yet over. Slaves continue to toil under the hot Tevinter sun. Corruption continues to bleed through the veins of the Magisterium. The Inquisition yet lives, and they continue to meddle in the Elder One's plans.
THERE is nothing to smile about. Not yet. |
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Maive
Dragonling
Posts: 7 
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Sept 24, 2015 4:42:30 GMT
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Maive
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Post by Maive on Sept 5, 2015 19:17:21 GMT
It hadn't been that fancy of a place, really, this place was actually surprisingly basic. Lack the grandeur or the ruggedness that followed the Elder One. But then magic had twisted the stone into a stage and ah, yes, there it was, just like usual. And, just like usual, there was a speech.
Maive didn't bother to look away from the spectacle at Chrysaor's quip, but she hummed under her breath for a moment. "I think he should have brought the dragon," she whispered in return. Well, either way, everyone else seemed to enjoy it plenty, and the morale of the crowd was what mattered in the end?
(Well, hopefully this would be over soon and they could all get back to actually doing something).
A cheer went up from the crowd, first in words and then in mindless noise. She joined in briefly, keeping her eyes on the stage least the Elder One decided to speak again or leave.
Despite her lack of enthusiasm in the meeting, even she couldn't help but feel a certain sense of something impending, like the storm about to break.
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Khaliya Ghilain
Dragonling
Posts: 6
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Post by Khaliya Ghilain on Sept 7, 2015 18:54:34 GMT
And so she looks upon the face of the one that seeks godhood.
His voice shakes the earth, and the magic that blisters out is like a storm; all radiant and furious and terrifying. Power like that does not fail to inspire. She sees that in the lifted chins of those who would serve them. She feels it in the magic they call out, dashing away the dark skies with proclamations of loyalty and a shared vision with the Elder One. Her own magic courses through veins, wanting, wishing to join with the others; so sympathetic is she to their similar talents. But her hands tighten into fists until they choke the magic away, and she resigns herself only to watch.
He promises glory and power. They promise their servitude and lives. The die is cast, the pieces are pushed across the board. Time will tell who remains, and who gets put back in their box. |
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Tove
Dragonling
Posts: 1
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Sept 26, 2015 5:26:30 GMT
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Tove
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Post by Tove on Sept 8, 2015 5:29:53 GMT
THIS is not her battle. This is not her war. Tove exists between worlds--ink-woven brands have marked her damned in Orzammar since birth, and she feels no kinship to the Stone that rejected her. But though she has lived in Tevinter for the past five years (drank their wine, learned their tongue, spilled their blood), she is not a Tevinter. She is a dwarf, and though they laud her kind with more welcome than any other Thedosian empire, she is not one of them.
BUT by the Ancestors the Maker the Elder One, she is angry. Slaves, casteless--at the end of the day, what was the difference? They were still innocents who the nobles stepped on to elevate themselves. She'd thought Tevinter would be different, and it was, but at the same time, it wasn't at all.
IT started as just a job. She's an assassin, after all. They'd needed someone who knew how to slip in and slip out, no pointy-ears or whip marks. And if anyone asked, she'd still say it was just a job (because shit, did it pay well)--but Tove knows it's more than that, now. You can't be in this crowd and not feel the PULSE of fury in the pit of your belly.
CHANGE will come. It has to.
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