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Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

As the image drew closer, it all became clear what was really going on. The elf's eyes widened in disbelief when a bolt of magic struck the supposedly suspicious stranger coming their way. Aseema's first instinct was to run away. Might not be wise to dally too long lest they get caught in the stampede. And anything involving an angry tevinter mage is definitely bad news to anyone, that even she herself wouldn't take risk for.

Aseema was ready to sprint at the opposite direction when Ovra called out for them to move, realizing that she actually meant running directly towards the obvious danger. "Really?" Everyone else was on guard, as they immediately hurried towards the injured stranger. This wasnt entirely part of the plan, and unlike their previous encounters they had the choice to ignore it, but of course she should've figured this would happen. Seems like everyone else was focused on dealing with this little off course, but although she wasnt entirely a fan of the descision, she greatly trusts Ovra's instincts more than anyone's even herself. Plus if that stranger is worth being chased by a group of hunters, they might at least get some benefit out of it. Admittedly though she is rather curious to know about it.

As she caught up on the group, she could see the pursuers are drawing dangerously near. Aseema looked down at the injured fellow, and to Shok, hearing Krios suggestion shegiving them an assuring smile. "That's just what I thought." She wasnt sure if this would be "engaging" enough for the other party, none the less it was the only way that could buy them some time. Slamming her staff on the sandy surface she summons a wall of stone around them, just enough to keep them from quickly going through or to shield them from any more attacks. She would hold that position as long as it's deemed necessary, which from the looks it, won't be any longer now. "Better hurry up with that Shok, they're coming at full speed."

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Gerard Connolly

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Location: Westminister Hospital

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It is more so out of instinct that Gerard was feeling mildly wary of the man next to him. His experiences and relationship with the british military was not entirely good in memory, almost half of his life they were his enemies. He had killed plenty like him in his time pillaging ships, and in the process equally taking his closest friends. That is why to Gerard, it felt almost strange enough that they were exchanging hospitable words rather than swords and bullets.

He did try to produce a response, only more or less out of courtesy when their attention was caught by the doctor's earlier statements regarding the current matter. What he provided was indeed of great help at least now they know where they should start looking. But the doctor's last statement had set off his determination, he could feel his heart rapidly break out of his chest. He wanted to leave set forth as soon as possible.

As the doctor left, he was now alone with the man who introduced himself earlier as Fryor. Seems like fate meant to partner them together for this, and seeing that they're the only hope Millicent has got, he himself truly hopes that they will all come through this. After a few short silence Gerard thought to reconcile their cut off introduction, giving him a rather awkward nod, "I'm Gerard Connolly." said, he could not seem to maintain eye contact with the man. " Sir Fryor, what do you suggest we should do first?" It would seem imprudent if he were to lead between the two of them, even though Gerard was eager to the entire time. Dr. Graham did suggest Sir Kildragon's regiment, so it will be most likely they will start there.

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Frances Warwick

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Location: The Glimmeric;

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Frances took it to mind what Sarah had said. Could she be saying this because she did not want to keep her from staying? The madame had made it clear for the girls to come forth if there are things that would bother them, specially to the one's like Sarah Anne. But she now took some concern on the nightmare she had, though it may come of as silly and may only be nothing more but a terrified girl's harmless dream, there could be more to it although not necessary directly. Frances would take it as a sign, or a warning most like it. After all how the body was found unusually, and rather suspiciously she would definitely bet on something sinister about it. It was partly her first thought when she first saw the body. This might only be an overthought but assuming it were ever true, then she's only a short walk away from Nuetermyre. Or maybe she should probably just drop by, just to be sure.

"Yes, no need to fret about it. The body has already been taken off the street. You can go see for yourself. " she gave her a reassuring smile. Frances stands up from her sitting and looking down at Sarah "If you don't feel like resting, you could always go out and interact with the others. If only to keep your mind away from it." she suggests. "Although they may jest on it, I'm sure they truly sympathize. It could turn anyone's good day into a terrible one."

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

I'll have a post up for Aseema when I get home today.

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@Lady AmaltheaMost relatable thing I have read in a while.

Dang. Okay, I'm in class so I'll only be able to get a post right after I'm off.

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Going for a female Don Draper type. Will start on her done as soon as I'm able. ^_^

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Gerard Connolly

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Location: Westminister Hospital

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Gerard looked over to the man in red next to him and to the doctor and nodding in agreement at the plans they were coming up. Although a bit fidgety, he was rather patiently waiting for the doctor as he ran through the bundle of papers, Gerard hopefully reckoned this will help them figure out where Millicent might've gone to. He could not quite read the doctor's expression when his eyes moved towards the both of them.

What he said next didnt sound good. Listening intently at his every word Gerard was feeling more and more worried for Millicent's fate. He will not let him have it, he will certainly try all he can but the doctor's points on the matter seemed to make it look like there's little hope for it. But there's no sense in giving up now. As he had told himself, and Millicent many times before that he will stand by her side in the midst of a hurricane, and if it means throwing himself in the middle of it just to get her somewhere safe is enough a motivation and take that seemingly unattainable window of hope to save Millicent, "Is there some way we could reach them quickly?"

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Frances Warwick

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Location: The Glimmeric;

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At that moment Sarah Ann bolted up and finally came to her senses, there was true horror drawn in her eyes. Everybody went quiet for a moment, eyes all on her with genuine worry until she spoke up. Frances gave her arms to comfort the young woman, it does happen but not as common to have lesser experienced girls be plagued with nightmares with traumatic encounters. The worst of it would evidently leave an irreversible impression on them, even going as far as to ruining their functionality and their whole life. One client made that tremendous mistake. Frances made a promise to make him not see the light of day again for it. And without regrets she will do it again to the next one who would even dare.

"Hush now. No need to apologize, mijita. Tell me what you saw?" Frances gently pats her back, though this would help her ease down if she lets it all out. Sarah went on and retell her dream in a most detailed manner. One of the girls standing behind let out an audible snicker, while the other one elbowed her. "What? It sounds so silly." she reasoned the other. Frances just let her rest against her, "Have you had anything to drink? Some tea perhaps?" "I did saw her chugging some spirits while back." Ruby voiced out,"I may... be partly to blame for that." she was leaning on the post just next to her. "Well, no wonder." the madam said nonchalantly. She gestured the two girls on the back to get her some tea, and went back to Sarah Ann. "Would it help if I stay here for awhile?"

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

Finally got the chance to squeeze in a post. Well, back to work again. *rides off a flying halla*

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

There is something about this place that is oddly calming to Aseema. A place with just the right amount of gloom, almost giving out an odd, poignant feeling. Staring at the horizon she finally has a vivid picture of the Silent Plains, like in the stories the Keeper would frighten the young misbehaving children. Reminiscing about it now it was a rather silly story for a legend. Although silly it may seem, it still made her feel wary to sleep here. In fact she probably would'nt as much shut her eyes, just to make sure Fen'Harel won't have his little visit in her dreams tonight.

Surrounded by a few dead trees Aseema looked up at the untamed skies above grasping her hood from the tireless winds, every once in a while the sky would flicker behind the clouds. A storm is on the horizon it seems.

She was taking a stroll, ensuring not to go too far from the campsite although, knowing her that's a short lived promise. Aseema would not miss up on anything worth looking around. She didn't like being stationary, her feet would get unbearably ansty.

After they've set up she insisted on scouting for some resources. Food, wood, some long lost buried treasure, anything really. Partially she's just making up an excuse to get up and do some exploring. And she was somehow productive of it too, on the way she had gathered some wild berries and some twigs for the fire. For a rather desolate place it seems to be inhabited by game in the area. She was no hunter like her mother, although she wished she was now, alternatively she'll have to make due with her limited foraging skills.

It took her awhile to get back to camp, mainly because the eerie consistency of stumps and trees made her walk in circles for a good few minutes. This is why she retraces her steps in her journal, taking note of her tracks in case she gets lost but this time her hands were full. It was up until she reached the end of the camp, she heard Ovra call out. From a distance she looked over at her then only she noticed the approaching company. She paced towards the camp and dropped the cloth sack of berries and bundles twigs from her arms, and joined in with the group peering on the windy horizon.

"I certainly hope they aren't looking for any trouble. " she mused loudly.

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