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Thread: Splinters of Thedas (A Dragon Age RP) -- Mystearica x Rivine

It's... it's alright, she said. She paused for a moment, before she shook it off. He... would've hurt you. Or tried to. I've just... never seen anyone die before. It wasn't entirely true, having seen a casteless be beaten by some guards in Orzammar -- her father had said he had been alive afterward, but she hadn't been stupid, even at the age of ten. Those maces had been drawing blood. But she had KNOWN this Templar. I'd... heard about the turmoil in Kirkwall. Irving said that he had an understanding with the lead Templar here. Perhaps... perhaps the time for such understandings is over. Having rationalized it to herself, Dagna nodded firmly. Then we gotta hurry. The people here have done nothing to deserve this, she said. As Valerian took the lead and spoke with the First Enchanter, Dagna moved over to one of his chairs, taking a seat for a moment to collect her thoughts. She seemed to be mumbling to herself -- perhaps psyching herself up for what was to come in the hours ahead. As Irving and Valerian spoke, Dagna's eyes almost hardened and she nodded firmly to herself. Felen and Sollochar are telling the others, and I... First Enchanter, I think I have an idea, she said. Irving, looking suddenly surprised, nodded slowly. Dagna was no mage, but she was as talented a scholar as any man in the employ of the Circle -- she'd likely read as many of the books there as he had by now. It's impossible to do with just one mage, but if I can get some of my enchanting supplies, I could work with some of the mages to make an ice bridge across the water on the other side of the island. Our only other way out is stealing the Templars' ship... which... I don't think could fit us all. Irving paused for a moment, before slowly nodding. Go with Valerian first and destroy the phylacteries. As neither of you have phylacteries here, you will be able to enter with the least problems and destroy the apprentices' phylacteries. All of the full mages' phylacteries are in Denerim, but I heard they had been destroyed. I'll rally the others. Afterward... I'll need to entrust some with getting the apprentices out of here safely while I handle the Templars. Understood? Irving asked.
Thread: Splinters of Thedas (A Dragon Age RP) -- Mystearica x Rivine

She had never seen anyone die before? That he found quite surprising indeed. He had always thought that the dwarves lived lives as violent as most other peoples, if not more so. He had always heard that they were constantly at war with the Darkspawn and thought that she would have witnessed some of that at least. But he decided to take another tact with her. If she wanted to speak of it anymore then he would, but otherwise he would leave her bad for now. After they had arrived at the First Enchanter's quarters, things developed swiftly. Once on his feet again he looked to Dagna when she said that she had an idea, then listened to her intently. An ice bridge... that is good, he murmured softly, then looked from her to the First Enchanter and said, I know of a secret way out, through the third larder attached to your kitchens. If we take most of the people out that way, then we will be able to avoid a fight. Irving nodded at that and then said, Good. I will plan the defense accordingly then. He nodded at that and once more at the First Enchanter's instruction that they should see to the phylacteries first. It will be done First Enchanter, he stated easily. Velarian was silent for a moment, then said to Irving, First Enchanter... your phylactery is in Orlais... Irving nodded and then stated, This is about the Circle. About mages and our rights. If I must die, then that will be so. Valerian inclined his head to the First Enchanter and said, You are a stalwart man indeed. Having said that he looked back to Dagna, then said to her, We best be on our way. He turned then and went toward the doors, walking out as he said to her, We best be quick about this. Where are the phylacteries.
Thread: Splinters of Thedas (A Dragon Age RP) -- Mystearica x Rivine

Dagna for a moment looked up at Irving in appreciation and awe -- he had always been a kind figure in the tower almost a fatherly one. ... please don't die, sir... Irving, Dagna said with a tiny smile. I'll endeavor not to. While they come to us unprovoked... they will not be received peaceably. Now go, Irving said. ... and good luck, Dagna. The dwarf nodded before turning and making haste after Valerian, jogging to catch up with the tall human. The phylacteries are in the basement, along with a number of Tevinter artifacts. Irving's allowed me access down there before, but it takes a keystone. We need to get to my room first, Dagna said, before heading off at the same speed she'd used to catch up with Valerian. They ran into no more Templars on the way down -- largely because the mages were starting to mobilize. Felen and Sollochar had alerted the tower. The older mages were buffing and enchanting en masse, more than one of them adjacent to nearby Templar corpses. The students were likewise getting ready, preparing their staves for the first time in actual combat. One elder mage presided over many of them. ... the appeal may be tempting, but do not call upon demons. To become an abomination is to die, and to kill your brethren in turn. We fight for freedom! Not to trade in one master for another -- and then the two of them were gone, leaving the mages to their preparations. Here! Here we are, Dagna said once they were on the first floor. In the far background was a rhythmic pounding as the Templars sought to burst through the front door, since barricaded by stone -- stone the mages could not keep whole forever. As well as housing the library, many students lived on the floor, and Dagna stopped in front of a students' alcove. No one student had private rooms, and indeed, there were three or four other beds in Dagna's room. Hers was immediately obvious, though, for the fact that a blanket served as a makeshift curtain around it. Just one moment! she said, pulling the sheet across and leaping within. She pulled the sheet mostly closed and immediately divested herself of the robes, tossing them aside and burrowing through her things for a change in clothing. Even if he'd been of a mind to look, there were only hints of white flesh as she threw ona hooded coat and breeches more common to the dwarves of Orzammar than the mages here. Pulling the hood up and tugging on a backpack a moment later, Dagna leaped free of her bed. Alright. I'm ready. From there it wasn't much further to the phylactery storage -- across the main hall where even now they could see the stone cracking under the sway of the battering ram, only reinforced by a half-dozen of their more senior mages a vanguard of sorts, and down a set of stairs. Dagna produced a small stone tablet set with a red gem, and the door swung open, revealing the long hallways that would lead to the phylacteries.
Thread: Splinters of Thedas (A Dragon Age RP) -- Mystearica x Rivine

A soft grunt escaped the Rivaini as she explained that they would need a keystone and informed him where the phylacteries were. Well, let us hope the Templars have not reinforced the guards down their in advance of the attack. Really it did not matter to him too much. If there were more they would kill him or he would kill them. But he did not want to alarm her. He had learned to fight a long, long while ago. For Dagna, well, it would have to be a trial by combat. Valerian followed her down, ready to act if need be, but they ran into no opposition. But as they went he noticed the other mages, the dead Templars. It seemed like they had managed to warn them in time. As he passed some of the older mages instructing the younger ones in what was to come he had to stop and add in his opinion quickly, Do not hesitate. These people are here to kill you. Do not relent. You must fight so that we can ensure some of us get out alive. I cannot promise you that we all will, but if you do not fight, none of us will. He caught up with her then, for Dagna had not waited for him. It did not take them long to reach the bottom floor and, once they had, he remained near the entrance of room, watching the main doors. He could see that the Templar's pounding away and the results it was having on the stone. He had to give the mages here credit for that, since the Circle doors were not meant to be barred from the inside. But he knew it would only hold so long, they all did. When she returned he looked at what she was wearing, then could not help but tease, Are we going to work in the quarry now? Valerian flashed her a smile, He followed her once again, sword at the ready to deal with any guards, but it proved to be unneeded. As she opened the door he moved inside. Well, we can make quick enough work of this, he said, then broke into a trot. The destruction of the phylacteries did not take them long. Once it was done and they were walking out he glanced to her, So... you get to enchanting? I will help with the apprentices?
Thread: Splinters of Thedas (A Dragon Age RP) -- Mystearica x Rivine

Dagna stuck her tongue out at him. Well, I'm going to be breaking a lot of things with a hammer. Similar concept, right? she asked. She indeed had a hammer on the side of her backpack, meant more for nails than skulls... but it would have to do in a pinch, right? As they stormed the phylactery chambers, Dagna set to smashing them en masse, sweeping her arms and smashing down with her hammer, the glass vials breaking with wisps of pink, littering the ground with glass that crunched with every step. Right. I'll head for the larder and get out back. Hopefully, no one will see me. I'll grab a mage or two, too -- that should help with the process, Dagna said as she put her bloodied hammer away, tugging her backpack more solidly up onto her back. ... good luck, Valerian, Dagna said with a small smile, before she started to run off back upstairs. The barricade was holding as Dagna ran past, though the last stones were cracked and breaking. The mages stationed there were preparing magic shields, hunkering down, waiting for the moment... and finally, as Dagna disappeared toward the back of the tower, the barricades broke. The doors slammed open suddenly, arcane bolts filling the air as Templars began to pour into the Hold. Moments later, Dagna was squeezing through the back with a few of the mages. Alright... hold steady with me. Start pouring all the energy you can into my enchantment, and we may just be able to do this, Dagna was whispering, retrieving a rune. It had been her research there for the past decade, a way to enchant a rune with magic without an actual mage... and then releasing it. And this was the result of it, a white stone that she sent hurtling into the water like a discus. It hit the lakewater, suddenly snap freezing a large circle of water. The other mages began to pour magic into the water, expanding ice slowly outward and down, forming a bridge, foot by foot...
Thread: Splinters of Thedas (A Dragon Age RP) -- Mystearica x Rivine

Her point about the hammer had caused him to chuckle and he said, Well, if you're good with it, I will get you a proper hammer. The destruction of the phylacteries had gone well indeed and Daga had proved to be rather adept at it. As they walked out he glanced at her and her hammer and said, Well, you'll be the first member of the Circle known for using a hammer for this I think. Perhaps we should give you a title or something for it. The Smasher of something similarly foreboding. Scare the piss out of those Templar pricks when they hear about you, he jested. When she began to tell him what she'd be doing he nodded a bit and said, Very well. A smile formed on his lips when she wished him luck and he retorted quickly, Oh, don't you worry about me. I can handle myself. He then headed back up the stairs with her, keeping pace with her as she went, figuring it'd be best to make sure that she reached some of the other mages before he left her. As they reached the barricade he paused, looking at the faltering rock, then looked to her, Get that bridge up. I am going to help here for a bit. Valerian turned back then, readying himself. He drew his second sword as the stones broke and the Templars flooded in. He murmured the words to a spell as he waited, watching the mages pound away ate the Templars. But eventually several started to break through and that was when he sprang forward. His blades flashed as he danced between the mages, fending off Templars who would have hit them from the sides or broken the line. His speed, augmented with magic, allowed him to outmaneuver many a Templar. The line was hard pressed when finally the First Enchanter and another score of mages swarmed down the stairs and into the fray. Valerian! Irving called to him. The warrior broke off, trotting over to the older man behind the lines. Harbor your strength. The younger ones will need protection. You, I think, know more of the world then most and they will need someone that does. Go, help Dagna and her mages to get them to safety. Valerian looked into the older man's eyes, then nodded slowly and said, I will. The Rivaini moved off them, making his way to the larder. There were many apprentices and such waiting there and he said, Come along. It would be safer for all of you to hide in the stairs. He moved ahead of them, making the way down to the island's shore. There he found Dagna and some mages. How goes the bridge? he questioned her, then added, Irving and the older mages are holding the Templars. But we might be discovered. I cannot hold back the Templars alone if it comes to that.
Thread: Splinters of Thedas (A Dragon Age RP) -- Mystearica x Rivine

And they're right to be scared! I'll break their glass jaws like I broke those phylacteries! Dagna said with a pained grin. Times were serious, and all she could do was try and lighten the mood some. When Valerian made to stay back, when all those Templars were suddenly swarming in, Dagna winced. Be careful! And then she had been gone, disappearing out the back. --- And again! Dagna was calling out when Valerian made his way out to the shore. So far, the mages there had gone unnoticed, and the construction of the ice bridge was going well. It was long, and getting longer by the second, the bridge apparently formed of blocks of ice that were wrapped around Dagna's enchanted runes in the heart of them. It seemed to hold the weight of the three of them alright, with Dagna a bit behind the other mages as they worked to extend the bridge through the waters of the lake. The bridge is going as well as it can if we had more people, it might go faster, but beggars can't be choosers, right? Dagna asked. One mage was just starting to call out to her for another rune, and Dagna looked down into her bag -- she only had a few left, and they were hard to make on the fly. Be glad I've been experimenting with this and fire runes! Otherwise, I wouldn't have enough to go around, Dagna said as she picked up the flat, round stone and took a little hop-step forward, sending the rune skittering across the surface of the ice until it landed on the far end of the bridge with a faint splish! Ice spiderwebbed across the ground, expanding the bridge forward rapidly. Start bringing them out, Valerian, Dagna said, glancing back up to the Rivaini. We're getting far enough for the stronger ones to swim the rest of the way! I figure that the Templars will be too heavy to follow us -- by swimming or by bridge -- if we can get enough out here in time, Dagna said. She paused for a moment, though, offering him a sudden smile with dimples -- she ignored the blood on him to say ... and glad to see you're still okay. Those were a lot of Templars.
Thread: Chaos in Korvosa

Lisabeth woke up to the slanted light of the morning sun. She yawned slightly and stretched in her feather stuffed bed. Her hands trailed down to rest on the soft form resting next to her, a girl who looked about 17 or 18 in age with long brown hair. Lisabeth smiled as she remembered last night. This girl, Clarissa was her name, had approached Larsen looking for some kind of work. After a bit of an interview and discussion she had come to the conclusion that she would wish to join the entertainment and 'hospitality' business. So Larsen had directed her to Lisabeth. Initially Lisabeth had worked at teaching the girl dancing. Of course after some rather sensuous and close lessons, the two had ended up coming back to her room. There she had shown the new girl 'the ropes' in a quite literal sense. Before the night had been over Lisabeth had gotten the poor girl trussed up like a fresh caught deer. Of course between her skills and the girls apparent enthusiasm it had been quite an enjoyable evening. Lisabeth stroked the girls hair before pulling the covers back and trailing a hand down Clarissa's back before giving her bare rump a sharp swat. Up and at 'em. Things you learn in entertainment, you can play hard as long as you work hard. She said in her best teacher voice. When Clarissa gave a muffled mumbled response, Lisabeth reached down and grabbed the girl's ass hard, before swatting it again. Get up or I will spank you until you can't sit. Then you'll have to do more training, and your ass will be sore all day. At this threat, the girl bolted upright, almost tumbling out of the bed. Lisabeth laughed a bit and helped her up, assisting her into the revealing leather and cloth outfit of one of Larsen's 'special services' dancers. Lisabeth donned her own outfit, today an ensemble of green and brown, revealing her bare stomach. Her hair was mussed up and somewhat unkept, but the wild orange mess somehow accented her firey and flirty personality. Shooing Clarissa off to seek lessons from one of the other dancers, one who might be able to help her with fitting into some of the larger group performances she slunk off to see where her sister had gotten off to.
Thread: Chaos in Korvosa

The faint cooing of pigeons woke Avani, one bleary eye opening to see a handful of the feathery birds staring curiously at him. With a grunt he waved them away, a couple taking flight while the rest just hopped back out of reach. There was no point to it, and so his arm pulled back to fall over his eyes, trying to shield them from the rising sun as he shifted. The movement had dislodged him from the one comfy spot he'd found up on the rooftop. Some impulse had seized him last night, demanding that he was too long here, that sleeping in the same bed for more than a few nights was risky and strange. Intellectually he knew that was idiocy, but that didn't stop him from sleeping on Allsorts' roof for a couple of nights every few weeks. In vain he tried to fall back asleep, but already the city below him was beginning to awaken sailors heading back to or coming from their ships, merchants loudly hawking their wares, last night's drunks moaning loudly while they stumbled home as this morning's hungover wretches. Avani might have been one of them were he not smart enough to pace himself when there was money at stake. He'd spent last night in one of the sailor's taverns ubiquitous around the area, touching up tattoos, swapping lies, and dicing with some sailors. All of the money had been claimed by Larsen the moment he returned, something that Avani would no doubt avenge in a few days, but it had been a fruitful night none the less. Especially with that new barmaid she'd been quiet and shy up until Avani worked a little magic, then she was all but dragging him upstairs once he'd slipped a hand in her blouse. At last he shifted, the tiny ball of auburn fur resting on his chest refusing to stir. Come on, he chuckled, giving it a firm poke. If i have to get up so do you. Slowly the small squirrel uncurled itself, nipping his finger in indignation before scrambling up towards his shoulder, tiny claws digging into his bare skin as he rose. While sleeping he'd worn nothing more than an old and well-worn pair of brown trousers, his shirt bundled up under his head for a pillow. With the shirt over one shoulder and the squirrel perched on the other Avani carefully made his way back down to the ground, heading inside towards the lower levels to see what he could scrounge up for breakfast.
Thread: Chaos in Korvosa

Wake up. was the first thing Lucretia heard in the morning. She opened her eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling, which was old with the paint on it either faded or out right gone. She was lying on a bed she didn't know, but the man lying next to her vaguely rang a bell. ...Juan. she whispered his name as it came back to her. Yes, Juan, her patron from last night. Or, more precisely, her last patron from last night. It's just one of those things she started out in Allsorts, then some patron or other suggested that they do it somewhere more public, then while they were doing it she ran into some other patrons who took her from place to place, and she ended up sleeping somewhere she didn't even recognize again. Lisbeth, her big sister, would probably punish her for this indiscretion, but that particular thought was exciting in and of itself. You have go now, bitch. Juan said to her, with a dismissive wave. I gotta be at work in a few. Lucretia nodded and tried to find what little clothes she had on last night, but not before she searched the room for her silver scimitar...and found it between Juan's thick, clumsy fingers. This thing's gotta worth a couple petty pieces, huh? he said, Surprised that a whore like you'd have a nice thing like this. frowning, Lucretia looked him in the eye and said Put it down., quietly and patiently. Juan smirked. What if I don't? he mocked, fooling around with the blade between his hands. How 'about you come an' get it, like you did with my cock last - but before he could finish his sentence, Lucretia already snatched the sword away from him, twisted it around and held the sharp edge against the side of his neck. You can have my breasts and my womanhood, if you pay me. she said, with the same come-heather smile she had when she first saw him last night. But you can not have my sword. Understood? Juan nodded. It's only after a couple of minutes, as Lucretia was walking down the morning streets and noticed the horny well, horni er look people was giving her, that she realized she had left her clothes at Juan's place during the argument. She shrugged and decided that it wasn't worth the trouble going back to get them, just as a couple more patrons saw the naked pearl that was her body and asked to hook her up in the alleys. As much as she wanted to ask them to simply do her in the streets, preferably all at once, she really needed to get back to Allsorts before they open for business, so she send them off with some quick but passionate and free! blowjobs before she finally hurried back to Larsen's place, her sword in her right hand and her bag of tips in her left...and nothing on her body but tiny spots of dried cum.