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Hello humans,

@Morningglory No that'd be silly

Why Hello.

It's just lovely to meet you. I enjoy the name and the intro

Dragon Age: The Uncharted Depths

He knocked over the cloven Genlock, and heard the coarse voice of Oghren to the side. He took the 'fight like a Dwarf' comment as a compliment. He gave a light punch to his bearded comrade's shoulder. "What? Drunk and off balance?" he quipped above the roar of battle. The Dwarf's following offer to fight together wasn't one he could refuse.

Probably even if he wanted to, he noted as he saw the advancing Darkspawn. Years of frustration and inner turmoil boiled up at the sight of the huge army before them. He gripped his sword hilt tighter, and Gideon barked in a challenge. Even if I wanted to? I'd never want to.
He ran forward, powerful legs pumping and sending him gaining and then passing the short strides of Oghren. He skidded to a stop just before he was within sword range of the Genlock Alpha, sidestepped and took a feel for how it moved, sword out wide. Almost predictable, the Alpha gave a vicious diagonal slash. He whipped his sword across, catching the other sword by the base of his blade, near the hilt. Suddenly he stepped forward, pressing the aloft blade to the monster's throat and shoving forward to embed the two hander's edge into its throat. The noise of its gurgle and seeing it reach for its torn esophagus was more satisfying than he'd have admitted in front of fairer company.

He then saw the very curious sight of Nicolette wade through the battle, her voice carrying to his ears. He shrugged. He would have thought she'd be a good example of company that he'd keep quiet around, but this girl didn't seem too shy of bloodshed either from the looks of it. Gideon yapped excitedly, then sprang forward and launched himself into a small group of Genlocks that had approached too close for comfort. He barreled into them, kicking and biting and ripping. It was a sight that always impressed the soldier. This was the same dog that peed and put out too many campfires, he thought to himself. Time and urgency seemed to return to him in a flood of realization, and both Rannon and Oghren ran forward and cut the disoriented monsters down with fierce strokes, not three strides from Nicolette's position. Crudely made armor sundered under their heavy blades, the sound of metal being punched and broken apart cut through the air.

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Whatever you decide :]

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@FantasyChicI might need to re-read your post but I saw her landing and speaking calmly while Rannon is still in the middle of a melee, but if you want to I wouldn't be against it^^

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I want to post again but I just did. Argh!

@FantasyChic

You and me both, sister

Hello NERDS

I love Dogs, fantasy, and anime too^^. Don't worry, no one'll kick your ass if you do wrong.
Only if you do wrong like...four times.

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As the wall of Wardens commenced with the oncoming horde, and Daeron flew above the lines with Beaky, Rannon waded through the weak link in the line of soldiers with his sword leading. The huge blade caving in the skull of a genlock, dropping the foul creature with a resounding crack of bone. He kicked its toppling body forward, and back-stepped as a group of Hurlock shock troopers charged forward.
Rannon kept his eye on the Warden lines, making sure not to sprint too far and get overwhelmed by the horde. Luckily it seemed there were plenty of monsters to go around, and seven Hurlocks seemed to fancy him as a target. His huge blade whipped in a wild arc to keep them back, drawing their attention as his allies leaped forward and engaged, harrying four of the Darkspawn.

That left him three to face in his direct line of sight. Ever moving and screeching, the Hurlocks slashed forward in arcs with their wicked blades. He clove at the swing of one, while ducking a second sword in a simultaneous and fluid motion. The third Hurlock couldn't get passed its comrades, fortunately. While crouched, he gave a feral growl and shoulder rushed the Hurlock that had swung wide above his head. It staggered the Darkspawn, and he drew his blade closer to slit its stomach quickly before he waded back in practiced steps. His sword leading as he stepped, he reveresed his momentum and let the blade drive forward suddenly, taking the second Hurlock that had raised its blade, straight in the chest. The third had finally gotten room, and swiped at Rannon. The experienced man had to let go of his sword to avoid being cut from forehead to chest. He savagely grabbed at the blade when he saw the following opening, grappling with the monster for the weapon. Foetid breath threatened to choke him, but years of hatred for this race of monsters lent extra strength to his limbs, and he held onto the hilt of the sword with one hand as he punched the Hurlock straight in the face. It cut his Knuckles something fierce, and the Darkspawn's throat rumbled with returned hatred as it headbutted forwards, catching Rannon on the face and splitting his lip.
The soldier grunted and leaped away, relinquishing the Darkspawns sword as he tried to get his own. He didn't know if he could get it in time, but it seemed it didn't matter.

One hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle flew past the soldier and hit the Hurlock like a cannon shot. It ripped into its flesh with vicious canine teeth, before trotting over to Rannon and giving a friendly 'harumph'. There was a small moment of calm that spoke volumes about this man and his companion. When he saw his dog in the lull of combat, he seemed almost twenty four again, before his softened visage hardened once more.

The Fereldan soldier gave a vicious grin to Gideon, and patted the Mabari on the head. He grabbed his sword as he spoke. "You just had to finish your meal before showing up." he lectured, ripping his blade out of the Darkspawn corpse. The Dog barked in answer, but Rannon didn't have time to reply again as more Darkspawn broke through.

Rannon was no mage or legendary Grey Warden. He couldn't topple buildings or fly above on Griffon-back. But he'd be damned if he wasn't here on this battlefield. It was the only place he belonged. The only place where he could make a difference.
With a snarl that would do his Mabari proud, he kicked off the ground and split a genlocks skull from ear hole to ear hole.

Unleash the Dogs of War! (Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay)[Mature]

Incredible interest in playing a Dwarf. Either Engineer or Ironbreaker.