GreivousKhan

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Hey, I never said you can't do it. Just no one scream "fire!" if we ever have to give an order to bowmen.

Also, Samuel Jackson always finds a way.

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

As Kathleen drained her mug, the sight of movement from the corner of her eyes caught her attention. Then she heard someone speaking, undoubtedly to her, addressing the very topic of bandits she was just having. Kathleen cast a gaze toward the speaker...and was surprised to find no one; it took her only a moment to realize however the owner of the voice was in fact a dwarf. Kathleen gave her a measuring look with an unreadable expression as she digested the dwarf’s question.

"I alone." She said simply before raising her empty mug to get the bartenders attention. As he quickly refilled it she explained. "And I don't carry enough coin to pay for sellswords. Ash Warriors don't fight for money." She added pointedly.

The barman nodded. "Ah, quit true," He turned his attention to Sereda. "I fear you be fresh out’o luck if it's be money you seek. The Ash Warriors are kind of the de facto law around these parts, more or less. The militia prefer to keep to the towns, which leaves the only the Ash Warriors and other assorted mercenaries to deal with highway men, the uncommon stray wolf pack, and any savage- err, raiders, from the Korcari wilds." He gave an uncomfortable disarming, if not apologetic smile Kathleen's way, revealing more than a few bad teeth. Kathleen for her part ignored him.

Just then he brightened up as if just remembered something. "Ah! That does bring my mind to somethin though! I hear that these cutthroats are led by a man named Joffrey, the 'Devil Stag' they's call him. Real rotten piece of work that one, I hear tell that he strung up five good men the king sent after him some months back by their legs to hang from a tree out in the wilds, then left them helpless prey for wild beast." He shook his head with a disgust look on his face. "Ain't no death too good for that one, but!” he added excitedly. “The king put out quit a bounty on his head he did." He nodded now as if coming on to an idea. "What was it now...AH! Right, about 50 sovereigns, alive, to meet the king’s justice, ten sovereigns for each of those men he done in. Allot of men have tried to claim it...none yet have succeeded." He added grimly.

He then laughed and clapped his hands. "Of course, I'm sure he's no match for the likes of an Ash Warrior- No offense meant madam, but I wouldn't tangle with you!" He gave a short laugh at that before wiping an eye. "But I suppose that would be common ground for a partnership of sorts. Of course it's none of my business! Nope!"

Kathleen fixed the man with a narrow glare before taking another swig. "As I said, I prefer to work alone. Even then I it wouldn't be with a stranger."

The old barkeep merely shrugged as he went back to wiping the counter. All the while keeping an ear to what went on between the Dwarf of the Chasind giant.

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The Giant and the Dwarf are the first to meet

Ironic.

Edit: Now Sereda just has to convince Kathleen to bring her along.

Funny how people think pulling a sword from a sheath somehow makes a metallic sound.

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You know recruiting Kathleen might get the support of the Ash Warriors.

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Hinterlands, Southmere

Town Between Lothering and Redcliffe Village

The sun was low in the cloud heavy skies above, the evening air bringing a light and refreshing breeze with it. The light was already fast fading by Kathleen Red Eagle approached the gate entrance of Rossleigh. The only sentry posted there was leaning against one end of the gate, and paid the newcomer little heed, waving her in with a nod. Passing the high gate entrance Kathleen was not surprised to see the lack of people about, judging by the time of day, most townsfolk of the frontier settlements had learned to be well within doors before sunset. Kathleen's heightened senses born of years of living in the wilds of Korcari picked up the activity on the guard towers well enough, however. No doubt the sight of a stranger coming from the south was cause for attention if not alarm. Of course unlike the gate guard, they wouldn’t have seen the crest of the Ash Warriors on her breastplate hidden under her large fur cloak.

Still no one molested her as she made her way to the small tavern that served as the towns only drinking hole. With any luck she might obtain a room, a first in too long a time. The building was rather small, hardly worth calling a tavern truly, singly story and with round small windows. The door was so small, or rather Kathleen so tall, she was forced to stoop down to enter proper. The first thing that struck Kathleen as the door shut behind her was the smell. The place stank of alcohol, mead, vomit, and piss. The second was the lack of folks, and those who were present were mostly townsfolk themselves. The Hinterlands were hardly well travelled, but still one would expect quit a few travellers, either a dwaven caravan passing through, for there were few good routes to Denerim, other human merchants or even hunters.

The place held one table with three men gathered close together engaged in some heated debate. Another lone patron seated on a stool by himself at the main bar. The room quieted a bit at Kathleen's entrance, but soon all returned to their drinks quick enough. Kathleen slowly made her way to the bar and seated herself on a far end stool. The barkeep scowled his face at her approach before spitting to one side and saying. “Ye, can leave de way you came, I don't serve Chasin- Oh! Pardon me madam, I didn't see your crest.” He bowed his head slightly in way of apology.

Kathleen merely grunted and took her seat, having by now become used to many an ignorant Fereldan in her time outside the Wilds. She nodded toward a keg of ale and the bartender smiled before tapping off a glass for her. As he set it down in front of her he asked. “So, what's an Ash Warrior doing out here in this far flung end of the kingdom?”

“Hunting,” came Kathleen's curt reply.

“Oh? What ever for? Ain't many deer in these here parts.” the inner keeper asked politely.

Kathleen drained most of her glass in one swig. “Bandits.”

“Ah, then you must be tracking those cutthroats who've been causing a ruckus these past few months. About time they got what was coming to them. I hear tell they've been rounding up hounds and forcing them to fight in pits. Animals the lot of them to do that to innocent dogs.” The innkeeper spat again. It seemed a habit of his. “Tell you what, I'll give you free room and board for a one night, least I can do for an Ash Warrior- not to mention my earlier rudeness.”

Kathleen offered him a smile. “That would be kind of you.”

She would need the rest and time to plan for tomorrow. Though she wouldn't know just how much yet...

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gcold said
Myself and Leidenschaft as well.Where is Hyperdrive?

He didn't post in time....

<.<

>.>

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Laufey said
I can see someone isn't a dog kind of person.

As long as it's not bull faced.

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Speaking of stuff, I would'nt have minded a mabari war hound, except their so damn ugly. :(

I wonder if a dire wolf mixed Mabari would suffice.

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Noo, not the panda! D=
Hmm, speaking of players who is still here?

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Down with Dictactors!

Also sorry for the lack of post thus far, but I'll get mine up today, Damn September.