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Thread: Discovering the Qun

Your jokes aren't as cute as you are. He spat with a slight distaste. He said before he shook his head and looked away. I'm a person, I was cursed by a mage such as yourself when I was very young. It took set and couldn't be dispelled in time and thus rendered me with this appearance. He said reciting it as easily as he would have said the sky was blue. He started the cart once the man had climbed in. You can ride in silence, or you can be thrown off. I'll hear no more talk of Kossith, and Qunari. He said simply. I am Arakh. He replied curtly before he looked to the road. My folks don't trust magic, and I for one aren't all that fond of it, sorry to disappoint you. He looked to the man who eyed him before he started the oxen to a slight gallop and quickly passed through the town. He sat in silence contemplating what he'd said. He'd seen someone, once, that looked like him. From a distance, a man in armor with a massive sword. He'd been told he was similarly cursed, and then his father had whisked him away. The rank of Sten bestowed to one so young, how fancy it would be indeed.
Thread: Discovering the Qun

Malik raised an eyebrow as he looked over at what Arakh said as he closed his eyes and began to try and figure out if he was really cursed. He didn't feel any magic on him though. Crossing his arms the mage smirked as he looked over at the man. Just let me say this Whoever 'cursed' you must be very talented because I can't feel any magic coming off you. The mage said before smirking. Though these aren't jokes I appreciate being called cute by someone as hansom as you Arakh. The mage said before leaning back letting his arm brush flirtatiously against Arakh's.
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That's what other mage's have said. My father claims it was a great mage that did it. I've learned to accept my lot in life. He said slowly. I guess being cursed does have its advantages. He said before brushing back against the mage before he slowed as they pulled up to a small farmhouse. Wait here, I'll be back after I drop this off. Slipping from the seat he headed off to the farmhouse. He'd done this a few times before, driven a traveler to the road or some such but this one seemed different. He'd opened the door to find his father staring at a gigantic sword that lay on the table. Fa...father...is...is this for me? He asked the man who looked to him sternly. They...want you back. He simply said.
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Malik followed the Kossith's wishes and stayed put. Though he was a bit curious now, and it wasn't like the Templars were right behind them anymore. Letting his hood down the blond mage looked about before running his hand through his short blond hair. Sighing Malik waited wondering exactly why they had stopped at this farm. The only idea he had was that it was Arakh's home. Deciding that he wanted to investigate a bit he stepped off the cart and made his way over to the door but stood just outside not wanting to intrude on anything. Though he could swear he heard voices, but they were way too quiet for him to make out any words.
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He sat at the table as the grey haired man began to speak. Years ago, the Qunari came to this land to search for...something. He said slowly. It was an excursion of sorts. I...I was a soldier then, we fought them because we didn't understand why they came. I was part of the final push to drive them from Kirkwall. However, I made a crucial error, you see, a woman had come to their camp, she had been with one of their chieftains and had fallen pregnant. She had just had the child but died during the difficult birth. She......I....I thought..from the blood, and the way she'd died the Kossith had butchered her. So, I killed the guard next to the tent. However he couldn't fight back as he was trying to carry a bundle...and within...was..you. He said softly. Your mother had just miscarried, and was told we could never have children, the Qunari had fled and we were all alone. So...I figured..it was a sign...I brought you here..and raised you as my own. He said solemnly. Through this all Arakh stared in disbelief, his eyes staring to the sword rather than the man next to it. A templar came to the house today. According to the Arishok, you are on of theirs, and you are to return to them. The Viscount has ordered it in fact He said slowly. But...you are to make the Journey to their island...to..prove your worth, or they will come here..and slay us all. He choked back a tear before he continued. Son..I love you...and I... Arakh walked to the table and lifted the blade, it was as tall as an average man, with a blade twice as wide as a man's hand The blade was a crimson red that glinted even in the low light, pommel ornamental white gold, the hilt covered in slight spikes to assist with grip but it looked to be painful to wield. I....I will go He replied to the sputtering old man. So... Save it. He said simply. Twenty years.....and not once did you hurt me..but not once did you tell me the truth. I have to go...maybe I will return. He simply said before he slipped out the door sword in hand. Watching the old soldier shook his head. There is no returning. He whispered to thin air before hanging his head. Goodbye... Approaching the cart he looked to the mage. Get off, we're walking. He said stiffly before turning to head toward the northern mountains.
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Malik stared at the sword as the Kossith exited the house. It was a qunari sword. Dismounting the cart the mage approached Arakh with a sympathetic smile. So....I take it you are a Kossith and not very very cleverly cursed? Malik said as he began to walk in sync with the taller man. Malik was only 5'5 so he had to look up to see the 7 foot tall Kossith man's face. So, what will you do now? I find myself in a position where I need to avoid templars and I know where the Qunari are in Kirkwall. They might be willing to help you. Plus where better to hide then the last place those damn tincans would think of to look? So how about it, care to travel together? Malik said with a grin as he put his hood back in place to obscure his face.
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He listened and listened in silence all the while seething. He gripped the sword roughly before he spun around and quickly gripped the mage by the edge of his hood. I take it you're not so fond of living. He snapped before he lifted the man higher. You're awfully chatty for a man who's supposedly hiding, what you need to understand is that right now I'm not in the best of moods, and while I appreciate your offer I'm having a bit of an identity crisis. I think you can help by shutting up and not making me into the psychotic giant who tore a chatty mage limb from limb and fucked his body with his own appendages. He seethed his eyes a bright red as he raged before he pulled back dropping the man. I....I'm sorry...I....I don't... He said as he staggered back. He'd never experienced blood lust befoe, it w as outside of his nature he was sure. His eyes watered as he clutched his face dropping his sword in the process. He was a wreck, he hadn't cried inside but the farther he'd gone from home the more had welled up. He crouched in the road and caught his breath before he shook his head as though trying to clear it.
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Malik was a bit taken aback by Arakh's reaction but it was obvious that he was having difficulty accepting the revelation that was just handed him. Hey now don't worry about it your having a hard time right now. You just found out that what you believed all your life wasn't real. I can understand it's just that, I was trying to be helpful, but if you would like silence then I'll be silent for now. Just think about this Does the fact that your parents aren't biologically yours change anything? They still raised you after all. Malik said before adjusting his hood and patting the man on his shoulder before he began to walk down the road in the way the man had been headed earlier.
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Therein lies the problem, I care for them, and they me. My mother couldn't even watch me go. I am being torn from my family not just by some foreign power they dread but by the viscount and all he commands as well. He said slowly. I can't go back. I'm to be more or less exiled from the only home I've known, and if I am to die along the way the first place they will look or me is here. When they look, they may do more than asking questions. He said sternly before picking up his sword once more. So I will survive..and fine these Qunari..and give their sword back to them, and if they refuse..I will give it to their leaders one at a time.
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Malik sighed, he wasn't sure how to cheer the man up. Standing up on his tip toes the human pressed a quick kiss to the Kossith's cheek. I know the feeling, but I don't know how to console you. All mages are taken from their families or murdered. My parents resisted when they came for me, they were hung from the Gallows, where they keep the circle of magi. They left them hanging there to show others not to follow in their example. Though I doubt they will just let you go, I think taking on the Qunari would be rather...difficult on your own. Malik said with a small sympathetic smile as he continued to walk with the man.
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These things happen I guess. I've never known my biological parents, but it seems someone wishes to lay claim to me. He said somberly as he walked. I don't need consolation, I'll be fine. He added as he walked in an even slow pace not particularly paying the man next to him any attention. We'll head to kirkwall and from what I understand from there head towards Par Vollen. He looked down to the sword he now carried and wondered on its significance before he simply sighed. Maybe stop by a blacksmith for something to hold this with.
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Malik nodded as he continued to walk along side the Kossith as they headed towards Kirkwall. Hmmm...perhaps I should pick up a staff while we are there. Sure I have magic and all, but a staff would be very useful. The blond said with another nod. Walking along in silence wasn't exactly something the mage enjoyed but it seemed that Arakh needed some quiet time to sort out his feelings anyways. Letting out a sigh as they walked the Mage began to try and figure out what all he would need, especially if he decided to stick with the man beside him. Malik knew he was attractive but there was something else that was pulling him towards the Kossith. Malik genuinely wanted to help him much like he did with all those injured people on his own journey and around Kirkwall when he first was hiding.
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He looked him over slowly as he walked .Sure we could do that. He said in a flat defeated monotone before he continued to walk. His long strides likely made it hard for the mage to keep up but he didn't think of that, he didn't think of much besides leaving home. He finally stopped outside the gate to the city. There were no templars to be seen, though the guards looked at him warily before eyeing each other. He pressed past them as he'd done in the past but this time they crossed their spears. Hold, who's the man with you?
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Malik sighed as they continued to walk in silence he wondered what was going on in the Kossith's mind. The silence was really really uncomfortable as he continued to walk. As they approached the city the mage felt a bit more uncomfortable. When they got to the gate and the guards stopped the pair Malik frowned, a bit worried that they might get caught. As they approached the guards did indeed stop them. Thinking quickly Malik stepped forward. I am a specialist in Qunari culture hired by this man's adoptive father to assist him in assimilating with the Qun. We are here to speak with the Arishok. Malik said telling the guards a half truth, hoping that they would buy it.
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Arakh stood waiting and sighed as the guards stopped the man. Hooded men always looked far more suspicious than anything else. Where have you been? They snapped while laughing softly. Arishok was beaten, left for Par Vollen with the rest of them freaks yesterday. Words spreading through the city. Were you in some nowhere little village? They cackled and uncrossed their spears. Go ahead..go inside..see how much you can find out Mr. Specialist. The laughter became particularly derisive after the last comment. I should have likely mentioned that they want me back because they were going back and I was told to go there rather than to the city. He simply said to the mage before sighing. Its ok. I can continue on my own from here. You don't owe me anything.
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Malik frowned as the guards laughed at him. Crossing his arms as he glared at them the mage tapped his finger impatiently. I am AWARE of this. We are going to have him assimilate with the Qunari, but first we need to stop for supplies. Fools. Malik said angrily before following the Kossith into the city before throwing a glare over at the guards. So what if he didn't know they left, last time he was in kirkwall he was sort of running for his life, and other then the first enchanter not many people in the circle were allowed to know what was going on in the outside world. Oh no. You aren't getting rid of me that easy. Now my pride has been hurt and I'm not going to abandon you till you meet up with the Qun. Fuck those guards I'd be a great Qunari expert. Malik said as he continued to grumble something under his breath about setting them on fire.
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You look awful magical boy, be a shame to have the templars hear about a rogue mage going around riling up guards. They snapped at him after his insult. I hear they kill that lot for the slightest of offense. They continued though they let him pass on account of the massive man behind them who waited patiently with a rather large sword and distant stare. I never said it was a matter of abandoning me, its a matter of you going your way and I going mine. I'd not expect you to go a separate path on account of a stranger. He said simply before he continued up the street towards the din of a hammer striking an anvil.
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Malik ignored the guards as he continued to walk with the Kossith waving nonchalantly over his shoulder as he continued to follow the larger man. With his arms crossed. He just didn't care what they said he planned on being out of here fairly soon. When the Kossith began to question when he was planning to leave. Raising an eyebrow Malik shrugged as he let out an exasperated sigh. Lets see...parents are dead, friends are in the circle or dead, and the only other family I know of is my uncle and he was the devout Andrastian who turned my parents in for harboring me. I have no place TO go and no contacts, very little money, and no one to talk to. Soooo...yeah think I'll stick with you and help you out as much as possible. At least this way I wont be lonely. Malik said trying not to let on how alone he felt now, especially because he knew the Kossith must feel the same way because of his recent discovery.
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He continued to walk as his eyes ran about the shops and stalls. He realized he'd not dropped off the money. However the money also hadn't been asked for. It was seventeen gold, by no means a lot but enough to get by on. Pulling it from his pocket he eyed the bag and sighed. There was no going back now, it wasn't like they'd miss it. HE looked back to the man as he spoke before he smirked and shook his head. IS it an at least I have a friend thing? He asked simply before his hand shot out and pulled off the man's hood. You look a lot more suspicious hooded like that than with it off. Though pretty thing like you might get snatched off the street if I turn my back too long. He teased trying to lighten the mood. Approaching the blacksmith he looked to Malik and sighed before he leaned over. Tell you what, you go buy a staff I'll buy a few amenities, and we'll meet at the former Qunari encampment, deal? He said before he smiled at the man.
Thread: Vanishing posts?

For some apparent reason, I left a post in the What Is The Avatar Above You Thinking thread, but I'm not able to see it even if I clicked on Last Post. All it does is just take me back to the first page within the thread. Can someone check this out?
Thread: Vanishing posts?

It's there. I think it's just a glitch.
Thread: The guys and dolls

This is the character thread for Family Affairs by my self Requiem-drake and Jaqueline which is invite only. Family affairs The RP thread Speak Easy The OOC thread Name Age Accent Gender Appearance Picture andor written description Personality Bio Weapon Preference Other info Theme Optional Use as text for a hyperlink to a song. Name Damian Ethan Anderson Rosetta. Age 21 Accent Mild Irish Gender Male Appearance Damian Personality Damian is a little....excitable some would say. When it comes to having to deal with Family business he has his fun at the expense of whoever has gotten in the family's way. However when he is not...working, he is very easy going to both friends family, and strangers alike. Only people from rival families and the police should fear him really. He also idolizes his cousin a bit, and his uncle? Well he seems like a god to Damian. Bio Damian's father worked for Neil Rosetta as his right hand. Damian's father married Neil's sister and took her name to be closer to the family. A few years after the don had his daughter, his sister had her son. They decided that Damian would be raised to be a wonderful asset to the Rosetta family, but to keep his grandfather, on his father's side, happy he took both of his parents last name and was given a choice as to which one would be a middle name and which he would identify as his family name when he turned 18, until then he was Damian Ethan Anderson. He chose the family and never looked back. Weapon Preference Damian prefers throwing knives over shooting people it's just so...impersonal. Though just to be safe he does also carry a handgun on him. Other info Damian is far sighted and has to wear his glasses...much to his annoyance. Theme Nox Arcana - Lullaby .
Thread: The guys and dolls

Name Neil Lorcan Rosetta Age 67 Accent Thick Irish Brogue Gender Male Appearance Neil Personality Loud and rough, Neil is a harsh person to do with business with, though more due to his brutality than how savvy he is. He has no qualms with ordering assassinations and drive by shootings on his competitors establishments when provoked. That being said, he seeks to defend his territory he feels is well earned in the city and has no real interest in expanding his influence with the exception of taking over the territory of any family that crosses him. Bio Moved over with his father from Ireland when he was very young. With what money they had the whole family had to scrounge and save and eventually they opened a simple butcher's shop. Life got significantly better much faster than Neil could have expected as they earned plenty of money. Within a year though and at fourteen years old he learned of his father's illicit dealings that were the secret of success to his small business. He was given a choice. To disavow his father's actions or to join. He took his time but eventually decided to side with his father and in a few years the two were partners. His patience has worn out over the years of doing this work by himself once his father passed away and the recent loss of his Right Hand Man and Best Friend had left him more jaded and easy to upset. Weapon Preference A handgun that he keeps lying out in the open on his table, and his reputation makes it known that he is more than willing to pick it up and put it to use if he does not enjoy the way his meetings are going. Other info Is a very happy drunk and extremely friendly at parties. Has a fondness for cheeses of wide variety and enjoys the feel of wool. Name Nora Siobhan Rosetta Age 31 Accent Mild Irish Gender Female Appearance Nora Personality Empathetic and understanding, she does her best to keep things cool and prefers to settle things diplomatically. She is not one to shy away from danger though and can understand when necessary force must be applied once all other options are exhausted. She tries her best to act easy going, but is often very worried and stressed. Bio First born of Neil Rosetta, Nora was raised with full knowledge of her family's criminal activities and the choice to ignore them and live a separate life from her family's or to become a full member of the organization with no special treatment, starting from the bottom up. It was no contest in her mind. Her loyalty and love for her family would never allow her to leave. Weapon Preference Tries to be a non-combatant and uses her lack of firearm as a sign of trust. She carries a switchblade in her jacket pocket as a precaution. Other info Cannot hold her liquor. Theme Guilty Thrills
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Name Trenton Nemico Age 27 Accent Slight Bronx Gender Male Appearance Trenton Personality He likes to be open around people. If he's friendly, people won't suspect him of anything. He also tends to react poorly to signs of aggression. Bio When he was a kid, he always believed that killing people was wrong, that it would get you into bad places. Well, he was right. His ma and pa joined one of the gangs who'd jumped on the Booze Bandwagon. And of course, they rose in power. Trenton grew up and joined the family business. During the time the Schultz's were still alive, Trent learned just about everything, from how to talk to other people to how to shoot guns and use baseball bats for things other then baseball. Of course, like most gangs, the Don got a little greedy with power. Decided the Rosetta's were getting in the way, so he decided to take out their Don's Right Hand man. The result didn't end very well for the Schultz gang. Trent and a handful of the other guys survived, probably because they weren't related by blood. Otherwise... Now Trent works for the Rosetta's. Simple as that. Weapon Preference Rifles. Mostly single-shot, long range, bull-pup rifles. Other info He does have an affinity for fire. The way it moves mesmerizes him sometimes. Hell, it even calms him down. He keeps a lighter on him all the time, even though he doesn't smoke. Theme Everybody's Everything