Don't have to live like a Refugee [Wardens, etc]

[karrl]

(hope you don't mind me joining in?)

Karrl had been perched onto of the roof of a house near the fight. He had heard the noise and had grown curious. So he had quickly clamberred to his vantage point to see what was going on. When he saw there were two elves fighting he was tempted to join the fray, becuase one of them was from a Dalish Clan. The other elf did not seem like she was from a clan so that would me she was a city elf. He did not like her kind, they were weak and they turned their backs on the creators.

So as he decieded whether or not to shoot a few of his arrows the fight was over. He sighed he moved his hand which had seemed to move to his bow on its own accord. Even though the fight was over he staied perched on the roof listening in. So these people, well some of them anyways, were Grey Wardens. He had alwasy wanted to meet their kind since his mother told him about them when he was small.

As he continued to listen in he found out they were trying to build an army to fight the blight a noble cause if there was ever one. Which got him thinking. Maybe if he offered his bow in aid he would find it easier to get around the Shemlen world. Also he may find someone who knew about his father in their travels. It was a long shot but that was his favourite kind. He stood up, "If it is aid you seek Shem, then maybe I could be of service."

With that he bent his knees slight and jumped off the roof tucking into a roll just before he landed. Straight out of the roll he stood up straight. Once he had gotten steady he walked towards them, and for the first time since he left his clan he pulled off his hood revealing blonde, tied up hair and small pointed ears. Also his Dalish tattoos. He then pulled his bandana off his mouth showing that he was young in apperance but his ice blue eyes also showed he was older on the inside. Once he was closer, but not too close, he spoke again, "I am Karrl Draven Garm, of The Dalish, at your service.

[NPC]

Alistair felt sadness at all the death, and at first he did not notice the strange looking elf. He looked around, at his companions, the chantry, his eyes settled on the pile of corpses in the near distance. He was abruptly reminded of Duncan and Kailan's fate, and he felt a heavy weight in his chest. All he really wanted to do was collapse, go no further, to just stop and sulk, but he knew he needed to push on. Push forward. For Ferelden, and for Thedas.

“So much death...” He said, mostly to himself. Then looking at the Cousland, he nodded in agreement and said "I agree with Elissa. We should split up, and this elf should join us," Alistair pondered for a moment, thinking of the best way to split the group.

"I think it would be best if Anceladar and Morrigan are the only one's to meet with the Dalish, for fear of... more racism. Perhaps the best solution would be to make another group altogether, and send them to Orzammar? Then we could all meet up at the Circle of Magi in the end." Alistair looked at the newcomer--Karrl--and made a snap decision. "You there, do you want to become a Grey Warden?" He posed this as a question, but he meant it more as a command. Karrl was to travel with Alistair and Elissa to Redcliffe, where they would attempt the Joining ritual.Alistair had the right of conscription, and he would envoke it if need be.

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[Celyn Caderyn]

Celyn sat by the river bed one hand resting against the bandaging of the wound that had taken up residence on his torso. He sat and listened to the river, the water bubbling and giggling as it made its way. The elf ran a hand threw his hair, he scratched his scalp. Aysu was perched on the fence post he was leaning against. He closed his eyes the sound of the water calming him. He didn’t like Lothering, he didn’t like many places in Fereldan.

Aysu above him turned her head and looked over and along the river. Her sharp eyes grasped at her surroundings. She saw a small lizard that rested on a rock on the other side of the river. She let herself dive for it. With not so much as a sound of her wings she caught the lizard. She flew back to her perch on the other side of the river above Celyn. She proceeded to eat the lizard, her sharp beak ripping into its soft flesh.

Celyn watched her fly from above and behind him, when she landed and grasped at her prize. He closed his eyes, as he thought she would just stay on the other side of the river and eat her food. He peeled open a green eye as he looked up, he pushed a stray strand of dark red hair behind his ear as he looked up at her.

“Really?” Came the question while he opened his eyes, he looked up at the small bird of prey. He made a noise of annoyance and moved further down towards the water. “I do not, want lizard bits in my hair thanks…” he winced when he finished moving forward he irritated his wound along his side. He ran a soothing hand along it. His hand glowed green in the healing magic. While he healed his wound it reminded him of Cain and Zita, they had gotten split up, he hoped they were alive. He had an interesting time with them on their travels. They were two people he knew he didn’t have to fear, he felt lonely now…

But away from that he was back under the eye of the Templar and the scrutiny of the masses. He ran a hand up his arm. He honestly didn’t mind the templar for the most part, sure some could be complete and utter morons as he well knew. Some, though some of them could be actually nice to mage’s, once they realized working together was a good thing…hardly ever happened.

He looked to the left the Templar that seemed to watch him since he arrived in Lothering was still there. Most likely there to make sure he didn’t go anywhere, which he had no plans on doing. His side was stitched, a large nasty bruised knee, he honestly though the bone was bruised as well. Which the bruising wasn’t as bad as it had been, he rested his hand on his knee. The magic soothed the ache in his knee. He felt pretty lucky considering the massacre he heard Ostagar was. Scratch that he knew he was lucky. He would like to know what happened, he would have to eventually make his way back to the Circle Tower and maybe one of the mages who were sent survived. He would then ask.

But Lothering as he knew was normal, going about as it normally could. Or as well it could with all the refugee’s piling in. Celyn knew he would have to leave soon, the horde was most definitely on its way and Lothering would be nothing but ash.

He stood himself up after hearing some commotion, and furrowed his brows. He wondered what was going on, so he stood himself up. He then made his way over… he mentally groaned, the Chantry. He heard their comments hoping that a Templar didn’t show up. He looked and saw that his observer was no longer following him.

Aysu had flown from her perch, she landed on a wooden post not far from the chaos watching. He stopped and waited, they were wardens? And the king was betrayed at Ostagar? Celyn figured he should introduce himself as well, maybe he could be some assistance. But he felt odd, they didn’t seem to need his help, and he would most likely draw attention to what had happened. He was afraid some Templar would hear the commotion from the inside, and come outside to see what the problem was.

Celyn watched the group, the noise they had created died down as he got there. He stayed back a bit and watched the group of them a moment. The red headed one cursing out the other much more darker haired male. Celyn watched interested as the male dragged the injured human away from the rest. He is a curious person by nature, and the interesting elf dragging a human… well that grabbed it. He found himself walking away from the large group.

[karrl]

Karrl stood there waiting for a reply. For one so young he was very skilled in the art of waiting. It was, apart from his ability with the bow, the main reason why he was a skilled hunter and was made a full hunter at such a young age. Karrl was able to track and wait for the right moment for hours on end, maybe even days if he needed to, but he never had needed to put that to the test. So there he waited as silence kept.

When Alistor accepted his help he simply nodded. So they were going to split up into groups. Two of them were going to The Dalish, this he could help with, "If you wish to seek out The Dalish my clan is not far from here in The Brecilian Forest. If you say I sent you my Keeper Zevran I'm sure he will be welcoming."

Then Alistor turned to him and asked him a question which really through him through a loop. He tried to keep his astonishment hidden and he did manage to do that except for in his eyes. It took him a few moments to gather his thoughts. The main thought that ran through his head was why him. He did not that question as he did was simply reply with the words, "It would be an honour. I humbly accept your invitation to join The Grey Wardens."

[Azalea Valdea Amell]

Azalea stood amongst the group, bewilderment flitting into her young features. Blue-green eyes wandered about the group, uncertainty clear in her gaze. The group of Wardens began to chat idly amongst themselves until Elissa announced that each of them would group up and separate. Dismay had crept into the young mage's features, finding only discomfort in the idea.

"But we finally found each other...why separate now?" Azalea squeaked quietly, looking down and placing a nervous black gloved hand to the back of her neck. Yeah, yeah, she knew the reason why. It would be much quicker to assemble their makeshift army from then treaties if they split up...but still, the thought scared her a bit. It was silly, but there was always safety in numbers, and splitting up the remaining wardens could be incredibly dangerous now they they held a bad reputation over their heads. Elissa had stated where she was going as well as a few of the others, and finally leaving up to the rest of the group who would take the road to Orzamar and to the Circle of Magi. Azalea groaned. Ew, the Circle. Though she would rather travel underground to see the dwarves, the young mage knew it would be more practical if she traveled to the Tower, seeing as it would be easier to gain their help if she asked.

"Whoopdi freakin doo. Guess it's back to the Circle for me. Ugh." Azalea grumbled, crossing her arms. Anders would not be pleased with her. He would no doubt already give her a piece of his mind for running off, but telling him they were to go back to the Circle would simply make him furious. Argh, what have you gotten yourself into Azalea? Anders will simply not be pleased with you. The girl thought with a small grimace, dropping her hand from behind her neck to her side. Now...to find Anders...well, wait. Shall I stay here and hope he finds me?...or slip out and find him? But wait, what if I lost track of the Wardens as they separate?...oh great, decisions decisions... She thought to herself, her eyes darting from the group to the crowded roads of Lothering.

Another sigh escaped her lips, when a familiar figure appeared to her some short distance away. It was Celyn, and though her first instinct was to rush up to the elven mage and greet him, Azalea held back just barly. No no, you gotta stay here. Haven't you lost enough people for the day? Gah, stupid stupid Azalea.

"So...the treaties then are for the...mages, elves and the dwarves then?...well, I suppose I can't get too cross at the idea of splitting up...it would save time after all...but still..." Azalea spoke aloud, flashing a worried glance towards the remaining Wardens. "But what happens after that?"

[Elissa Cousland]

[OOC: Rushed this one, sorry.]

Elissa's eyes narrowed somewhat at the sudden intrusion from another, and a Dalish elf at that. Was he going to be a total ass like their lovely Anceladar? At her sudden irrational anger, shame swept it all away and her heated look cooled down instantly. She shouldn't be thinking like that. One bad encounter with a Dalish should not shape her opinion of all of them. Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her arm awkwardly and simply stayed silent as Alistair took the lead in talking. She was incredibly thankful for him at the moment. Of course, she hadn't expected him to recruit Karrl right of the bat, but she had no objections to it. Obviously if they could get more Wardens that was for the better.

Weary eyes flickered over to another newcomer but it seemed they were more interested in Ance, thankfully. If they drew any more attention here she would probably explode. Being a noble had taught her attention was definitely not always a good thing, and if you could avoid it you probably should.

Azalea's quiet voice snuck into Elissa's ears and caused her to glance over the younger girl. She almost felt guilty for suggesting they should split up further. Still, the girl didn't seem to catch the meeting up at the Circle part. "You wouldn't be sent back to the Circle of Magi," she said, "You, Kallian, and our dwarven companion would head off to Orzammar first. Then we'll all meet up at the Circle in the end. It's the quickest way I believe." The mage went on, obviously unsure of their plan. Not that the Cousland could say she was anymore certain of it. This was all a huge gamble. Blue eyes went over to peer at Alistair searchingly, before she spoke. "I... suppose after we get the troops together we'd have to confront Loghain. I have a feeling he'll stand in our way. But, after that, we'll have to take on the Blight," she explained, using both knowledge and assumption to figure out the order of events. It was easy to get into the mind of a nobleman, but she had no idea what the Blight would truly entail for them, considering they had only a glance of it all at Ostagar. Could it truly be worse later?

"I'm just hoping the Darkspawn won't get to Denerim or Redcliffe by then..."

[NPC]

Alistair looked around at the group of Grey Wardens surrounding him, very impressed at the numbers that they suddenly had. He'd very much expected the majority of Duncan's new recruits to have died in the battle at Ostagar, but obviously they were far more resiliant than that. The task before them was beginning to seem less daunting, whether or not their original Dalish companion and that bloody witch had taken off with a random stranger to interrogate him.

They had drawn more than enough attention to themselves in the past few minutes, and he wanted nothing more than to get on their way. He decided to appoint Wardens to lead each of the parties, and then figured that they could squabble over who went where after.

"Hoping is really all we can do in the face of a Blight, Elissa," Alistair sighed before continuing. "Alright, Anceladar should go to the Brecilian Forest to talk to the Dalish, for obvious reasons, and for those same reasons I believe that Buliwyf should go on to Orzammar from Redcliffe. Elissa, Karrl and I will be talking with Arl Eamon in Redcliffe, and Karrl will be going through the Joining. The rest of you, split yourselves up, and please try to keep it even."

Alistair was finished being the leader for the day, he went a little ways away to let the rest of the Wardens figure out where they would go, and waited until they were ready to leave.

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