Saarebas

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It is difficult to imagine any creature feeling comfortable in the Maker forsaken flood lands of the Storm Coast, but that was exactly what the giant Kossith was as he made his way through the thick brush as easily as one would stroll through the market. Despite the clouds that hung heavy over head, the rain that came down like torrents, or the freezing air that cut to the bone Vat-Katair kept a unnerving grin on his face as he swiftly strode onward with a group of his men in tow. The weather couldn't help but make him reminisce about his days back on Seheron and leading a group of his Tal-Vashoth brothers on an ambush of a Qunari encampment. He was quickly pulled out of this memory when he realized how far ahead of his men he had gotten, they seemed to be having their fair share of trouble navigating the less than forgiving terrain. "At least the Tal-Vashoth weren't such whelps." Vat-Katari thought to himself with a shake of his head, causing a small down pour of water to fall from his thick, white mane, as he waited for his men to regroup with him.

Lucky for his men Vat-Katari had already found a spot not too far from the entrance to the mines that they could use to briefly gather their barings before they started the raid. Vat-Katari eyed the cave as he ran down the details he gathered about the operation in his mind. It was some sort of lyrium mine, though there was something apparently special about the lyrium here that Vat-Katari wasn't exactly sure about. He also manage to find out that this was some sort of Tevinter funded dig so it was safe to assume that there were at least a few mages mucking about in the mines. Likewise whenever Tevinter was involved in something slave labor was a guarantee, either they brought their own or they collected some from one of the near by villages regardless that meant the workers weren't going to be big supporters of their bosses. The only real blind spot in Vat-Katari's intel was on the exact security in the mines and with Tevinter mages anything from blood magically enhanced warrior slaves to a horde of demon shades were possible.

Vat-Katari's mental check list was interrupted by movement coming from the entrance of the mine. He quickly took shelter behind a tree and signaled the rest of his men to hide as well. It was a young lad that exited the cave with quite the jumpy and skittish look about him. Judging from his robes he was an assistant mage to some other higher ranking Vint mage, Vat-Katari had seen and killed enough of both to be able to spot them on sight. Regardless of the lost and frightened look on the boy's face he was in the way of Vat-Katari and his prize so he had to be dealt with. So with one a quick gesture to Gehel, the elf now sporting a broken nose, Vat-Katari gave the order to cut the young mage's life short. Two precise arrow shots later the apprentice laid on the ground drenched in a mixture of rain, mud, and his own blood, the light draining from his eyes.

Vat-Katari wasted no time moving over to examine the body, he had to make sure that he didn't have to finish the job. Lucky for both the young mage and Gehel the elf's arrows did their job and ended the lad quickly. "Now lets see what you've got..." The bandit chief spoke to himself as he began to raid the body's pockets. Not much was on the lad disappointingly besides some tome on Tevinter customs, a few silver pieces, and... "Hmm what's this?" Vat-Katari found what looked like quite the official letter. After tearing it open and scanning over its contents his expression went to slight bewilderment to a deadly serious. "Qalaba vashedan." Vat-Katari cursed in his native tongue before turning and singling for his men to fall in around him.

"Looks like I was right boys, we have some Vint mages hold up in there." Vat-Katari said as he looked over his men. "It also seems that they raised up some walking corpses for their security." He added, getting a slight gasp of surprise from a few in the crowd. "Shut your traps!" He snapped, regaining the silence of his men. "It is just like killing anyone else, just that these guys have their throats pre-slit." He said with a dark laugh before turning to the cave and started to head in. "Come on boys, it's time to get our pay day."

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"BY ANDRASTE'S TITS, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN'?!" A harsh voice roared from the throat of a burly looking bearded man as he stormed over to a rather scrappy looking bald elf who was currently seated at a worn down wooden table, counting the contents of the cloth coin purse that sat spilt out in front of him. "WELL?! WHY DO YOU HAVE MY GOLD?!" The man bellowed, even louder than the first time, as his battle scared face turned from a light pale to a near crimson red.

The elf scarcely looked up from his counting to acknowledge the fuming human that stood in front of him. "You owe me for that last raid we went on Carvel, you managed to snap my good bow using it to bash that guard's head in, so I'm taking what I need for a replacement. No need to thank me, I know how much counting troubles you." The eleven man said as a small smirk spread across his sharp and bird like face. As he spoke the elf didn't even halt his empting of the coin purse, his slender fingers pulling out coin after coin and placing them into neat little stacks on the table in front of him.

An audible growl escaped the human named Carvel as he clenched his meaty first. "I DON'T OWE YOU SHITE GEHEL, YOU WERE THE THE ONE THAT BOTCHED THE JOB!!" He shouted as he brought down his fist on the table separating him and the elf Gehel, causing the stacks that Gehel had been setting up to topple over. Carvel then angrily snatched his coin purse and the knocked over coin stacks off the table. "YOU MUST BE OUT OF YER BLOODY MIND!" Carvel sneered at Gehel as he began to pour his coin back into his coin purse.

As Carvel was focused on putting his coin back into his purse Gehel calmly rose from his sit and crossed his arms. "You owe me Carvel and you are going to pay up, even if I have to carve my payment out of that fat arse of yours." The elf said as he pulled out a dagger that was tucked into his sleeve and pointed it at Carvel.

Carvel looked up from his coin purse and back at Gehel in time to hear the elf's threat. "HA, I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU TRY KNIFE EAR!!" Carvel laughed as he set his coin purse down onto the table and grabbed the hilt of his ax that hung from his belt. It wasn't a moment later that the both of them had their weapons pointed at each other with bloodlust in their eyes. The other just as unsavory characters that had been milling about the room turned their attention on the two once they had drawn their weapons and began to crowd around them.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" The crowd began to chant at the two. Carvel and Gehel circled each other for a few moments, their eyes looked in a intense gaze that never broke. Just as it looked like Carvel was going to make the first strike the large wooden double doors that lead into the room burst open revealing a massive horned man standing behind them.

"What seems to be going on here?" The mountain of a man asked in a deep rough voice as he slowly stepped into the room, only to be greeted by pure silence. The crowd quickly parted for him as he strolled past them and straight to the two would be fighters. "I said what is going on here?" He repeated in a bone chilling authoritative voice as he peered down at the two, neither of which would meet his gaze.

"Y-You see the thing is that well Gehel took my coin purse-" "THAT IS ONLY BECAUSE HE OWED ME FOR MY BOW!" The two tried to quickly explain their actions to the massive man who looked less and less pleased with what he was hearing. Before the duo could finish their stammering the horned man punched Gehel square in the nose, sending the wiry elf sprawling back over a table, then drove his elbow into the back of Carvel's head causing the human to double over onto the ground. As the two laid groaning and moaning on the floor their assaulter grabbed the coin purse they were arguing so intently about a mere few moments ago and put it on his belt.

"You know what I just heard from those two?" The towering man said as he turned to look at the crowd who had backed away from him as if expecting his attack to continue. "What I just heard from them was... A PILE OF NUG SHIT!" He roared, prompting a nearly unison jump from the crowd. "I DIDN'T HIRE A BUNCH OF BICKERING FARM WIVES! I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S HAIRY ARSE WHAT YOUR PROBLEMS ARE, THIS SHIT IS UNACCEPTABLE!! He shouted, finishing his statement with a jab of his thumb back at the still downed Carvel and Gehel. "IF I CATCH ANYMORE OF YOU ACTING LIKE CHILDREN I WILL PERSONALLY TIE THE SHIT FOR BRAINS TO THE COAST AND WATCH THE TIED COME IN, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!?"

At the end of the rant everyone in the crowd answered at once in the same tone mixed with fear and nervousness. YES, VAT-KATARI!" The obvious horned leader grew a crooked grin at this response before he started to head towards the exit. "Good, now lets go gentleman. I just learnt about a nice little mining operation that is just ripe of the picking."

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@Clanty Here you go =)

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@Clanty Just to check since the image on your CS isn't working for me right now is it the sameone as your avatar?

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Vat-Katari

"It is who I am"

Name
Vat-Katari

Age
30

Gender
Male

Race
Vashoth

Appearance
Vat-Katari, like the rest of his people, is a massive individual when compared to the other races. Standing at a staggering 7'4" and having a incredibly robust body build many consider Vat-Katari to have quite the intimidating stature. His hair is a wild white mane that hangs down below his shoulders that is paired with a fair amount of facial hair, though no where near the standard Dwarf amount. His eyes are a bright copper color, being borderline red. Vat-Katari is covered from head to toe in a mind boggling amount of scars, looking like has had been attacked with everything from an arrow to Mage lightning. He dawns a various assortment of piercings all over his body, even on his horns.

Nationality
Was born on Seheron

Group Affiliation
Tal-Vashoth

Occupation
Bandit Chief

Specialization
Saarebas

Equipment/Weapons
Vat-Katari's arsenal differs dramatically from what is expected from most Mages who inhabit Thedas. For example he doesn't carry nor use a staff, he finds them ineffective and cumbersome. Instead of robes Vat-Katari wears a small amount of armor paired with a full body painting of Vitaar for protection. He keeps a small pack of essentials on him at all times that consist of food, healing potions, coin, and other such things. He also makes sure to always have some lyrium on him in case he needs a boost.

Bio
Despite being born on the Qunari controlled island of Seheron Vat-Katari was never under the rule of the Qun do to his parents being a pair of Tal-Vashoth warriors, which in retrospect may have given him a better start in life when in comparison to other Qunari mages, though that may only be true to a small margin. Being raised Tal-Vashoth is the basic equivalent of nonstop combat training, Vat-Katari was practically expected to be able to kill a man before he could speak. Luckily for Vat-Katari he took to fighting like a Darkspawn to the Deep Roads, finding quite the thrill in bloodshed. His training only became more intense once his magical capabilities revealed itself, the Tal-Vashoth wouldn't waste the power of a mage especially one as promising as Vat-Katari. He picked up the magic style of the other Tal-Vashoth mages, some former Saarebas while others being born into the Tal-Vashoth like himself, rather quickly and was eventually put into the Tal-Vashoth's battle against the Qunari.

Vat-Katari spent years battling Qunari forces across Seheron, even managing to become one of the Ben-Hassrath's most wanted fugitives. His battling the Qunari may have gone on even longer if Vat-Katari's greed didn't push him to pursue different interests. As much as he enjoyed the thrill of battle Vat-Katari loved wealth even more and he realized that he wouldn't get that by being just some Tal-Vashoth warrior. So he began to raid villages, stealing anything and everything of value. Eventually Vat-Katari wanted more than what the small villages of Seheron could offer so he set off for the mainland.

It took a few years and more than a few broken bones, luckily most of which weren't Vat-Katari's, but Vat-Katari was able to build himself a pretty impressive bandit clan. They namely focused on knocking over large trade caravans with the occasional village raid thrown in. They are currently set up in an abandoned fortress located on the Storm Coast, it is easy to defend and great for hording their loot.

Undertale: Above the Ground

Yeah I assumed it was morning do to the breakfast in bed post

Pawns of the Inquisition

Vat-Katari

"It is who I am"

Name
Vat-Katari

Age
30

Gender
Male

Race
Vashoth

Appearance
Vat-Katari, like the rest of his people, is a massive individual when compared to the other races. Standing at a staggering 7'4" and having a incredibly robust body build many consider Vat-Katari to have quite the intimidating stature. His hair is a wild white mane that hangs down below his shoulders that is paired with a fair amount of facial hair, though no where near the standard Dwarf amount. His eyes are a bright copper color, being borderline red. Vat-Katari is covered from head to toe in a mind boggling amount of scars, looking like has had been attacked with everything from an arrow to Mage lightning. He dawns a various assortment of piercings all over his body, even on his horns.

Nationality
Was born on Seheron

Group Affiliation
Tal-Vashoth

Occupation
Bandit Chief

Specialization
Saarebas

Equipment/Weapons
Vat-Katari's arsenal differs dramatically from what is expected from most Mages who inhabit Thedas. For example he doesn't carry nor use a staff, he finds them ineffective and cumbersome. Instead of robes Vat-Katari wears a small amount of armor paired with a full body painting of Vitaar for protection. He keeps a small pack of essentials on him at all times that consist of food, healing potions, coin, and other such things. He also makes sure to always have some lyrium on him in case he needs a boost.

Bio
Despite being born on the Qunari controlled island of Seheron Vat-Katari was never under the rule of the Qun do to his parents being a pair of Tal-Vashoth warriors, which in retrospect may have given him a better start in life when in comparison to other Qunari mages, though that may only be true to a small margin. Being raised Tal-Vashoth is the basic equivalent of nonstop combat training, Vat-Katari was practically expected to be able to kill a man before he could speak. Luckily for Vat-Katari he took to fighting like a Darkspawn to the Deep Roads, finding quite the thrill in bloodshed. His training only became more intense once his magical capabilities revealed itself, the Tal-Vashoth wouldn't waste the power of a mage especially one as promising as Vat-Katari. He picked up the magic style of the other Tal-Vashoth mages, some former Saarebas while others being born into the Tal-Vashoth like himself, rather quickly and was eventually put into the Tal-Vashoth's battle against the Qunari.

Vat-Katari spent years battling Qunari forces across Seheron, even managing to become one of the Ben-Hassrath's most wanted fugitives. His battling the Qunari may have gone on even longer if Vat-Katari's greed didn't push him to pursue different interests. As much as he enjoyed the thrill of battle Vat-Katari loved wealth even more and he realized that he wouldn't get that by being just some Tal-Vashoth warrior. So he began to raid villages, stealing anything and everything of value. Eventually Vat-Katari wanted more than what the small villages of Seheron could offer so he set off for the mainland.

It took a few years and more than a few broken bones, luckily most of which weren't Vat-Katari's, but Vat-Katari was able to build himself a pretty impressive bandit clan. They namely focused on knocking over large trade caravans with the occasional village raid thrown in. They are currently set up in an abandoned fortress located on the Storm Coast, it is easy to defend and great for hording their loot..

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@Tuxedo Fox *bows* Why thank you my good sir XD

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Mind if I through my hat into this ring? I have always been a big dragon age fan.

Undertale: Above the Ground

"How.... fascinating." The slim figure that was W.D. Gaster thought as he gazed upon the sun rise in pure awe. Gaster had spent what felt like an eternity scattered across space and time, alone with nothing to do but contemplate how the world continued on without him as if he never existed in the first place. But ever since the barrier had been broken it seemed that he had been returned, or at least in some form. Regardless of what he current state of being truly is Gaster planned on enjoying it as long as he could and the only way he could do that was to take in all the pleasantries he could. He let a small smile come to his skeletal face as he enjoyed the sun rise for a few more moments before slowly turning on his heels and beginning to walk off. "Now there are two people I must go visit."