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10.5 - Absolution is open, active and welcomes you! What has changed in the past few months? A civil war has started in Ferelden! Seekers have arrived in Kirkwall, and tensions are higher than ever. And pirates? Come, join the fun!
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Alis Laney
 Posted: May 29 2014, 11:58 PM
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Large and green trees framed the broken trail the woman walked on. Brown road on the bottom, green trees on the sides, and red sky on the top; it would be an easy thing to remember, to recall such a pretty scenery. With her memory not quite like it used to be, simple things were wonderful for her. A breath of fresh air filled her lungs as she made her slow trek away from Kirkwall. Few sounds actually pierced the silence of the forest ridden trail: some birds making their way back to their nests, a chipmunk or two hopping from branch to branch, a few deer running off together to their group. The quiet, simplistic ways of nature was what made these trips so enjoyable and much more exciting than dealing with customers all day, every day.

Every so often, she did have to deal with people. That was the way it worked, after all. She'd leave to keep up with business connections, often taking a few supplies with her to trade along the way or to help secure new trading partners, so talking to people was unavoidable. Kirkwall, with all it's trade, was an ideal place to make a few connections, even if there were templars everywhere. Not that they were bad, of course! As a non-mage, she had nothing to fear from them, but she used to be a templar. An assumed dead templar, anyhow, saved by mages nonetheless. Every time she spent time around a templar, she had this odd feeling in the pit of her stomach that someone would recognize her and begin to question her why she was no longer a templar, what she was doing back in her family's business rather than helping her brothers and sisters with the mage effort. It hadn't happened yet, and perhaps it never would, but the confrontation scared her more than anything.

She used to have a purpose she believed in, back then. Save the mages from themselves, save the people from the mages. Templars would always be the first and last line of defense for both groups in the reign of terror of magic and the dangers it possessed. She grew up in a pro-Circle family so why wouldn't that be completely normal to her? It wasn't like she thought of them less than people, she simply saw mages as people that needed a higher level of competence and protection. Demons were drawn to them and a weak enough mage wouldn't be able to stop them. The kind of power that could unfold would be catastrophic. In fact, an insane amount of damage happened in the Ferelden Circle very soon after she left. Oddly enough, she felt lucky to have escaped that fate, even if it meant others were dead.

Alis sighed, her thoughts weighing heavily on her. Concentrate on the scenery, she tried to tell herself so she could focus, but as the quiet of the path settled in on her, something seemed different about it than it had been a few moments ago. She didn't hear the little noises in the silence that made it seem peaceful; it seemed more like the calm before the storm. Her muscles tensed and her hands hovered lightly above her blades and grenades. It could just be nothing. It could be absolutely nothing and here she would be, looking a bit stupid waiting for something to attack her when, amazingly enough, she was alone the whole time!

No such luck.

An arrow flew past her, barely missing her curly black hair as it missed her and struck the ground. In one swift motion, Alis grabbed her blades, her head looking side to side as quickly as she could to find the source of the attack. In the trees? On the ground? Not knowing where it came from made it hard to figure out which was to go: to cover or to stay put? With perhaps only a few moments to decide, the ex-templar went for an even safer route: run along the path she was already on. She was no fool. It might be only one or two, or perhaps a whole band of bandits. Or, worse, it could be the Dalish. She heard they were in the area and, golly gee, weren't too fond of humans. Whatever the case was, she knew she couldn't just jump in and hope for the best.

Oh, and shouting never hurt, either.

"HELP!"

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Adrasteia van Markham
 Posted: Jun 14 2014, 02:35 PM
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Adrasteia finding herself doing a lot of travel outside of Kirkwall, watching the roads and trade paths of the Free Marches in the area. In a way getting away from Kirkwall was something she enjoyed. The toxic nature of the templars' over-indulgent obsession over mage lives was something that grew ever more disturbing to her time in Kirkwall progressed. They had lost sight of their duties in her eyes, and the Order utterly lost sight of its duty to be not just guardians of mages, but protectors of the common people, which was not or ever was limited to obsessing over whether a mage may go astray. It meant patrolling the lands for dangers, hunting down dangers both seen and unseen.

The Templar Order no longer had meaning and lost its original purpose...

Hence why she was happy to get away from Kirkwall from time to time, do the the duties its templars had neglected. Oft what she found were little more than highwaymen--bandits preying on travels, or the odd darkspawn stragglers or some kind of monstrous creature roaming the wilds along the roads waiting for an easy victim. A shame such dangers are a reality in a such place. In spite of the humidity of the marches, the greenery of its wildlands accented all the more by the deep blues of the surrounding oceans it can prove to be such a lovely landscape to gaze upon.

And yet, her was a wayfaring Seeker, unable to really pause and enjoy it as her vigilance demanded of her to keep on guard and watchful eye upon the roads and dirt pathways. On occasion she would cross paths with a traveling merchant or just a mere traveler, some times even a small caravan, they typically were eager to go about their business or avert their eyes--fearful of catching a Seeker's gaze or suspicion or even idle curiosity--in spite if Adrasteia meant them no harm. But for many the holy warriors of the Chantry, whether they be templar or Seeker, they were something to both revere and fear. Albeit Adrasteia did not begrudge what fear or aversion came her way, for they were simple people with a common concerns, their not wishing to be entangled with a templar or Seeker's business was understandable.

As Adrasteia walked the trails sometimes with an idle glance to taken the scenery, but her eyes were diverted to the way ahead upon hearing a cry for help. She drew her sword and quickly hurried on to see whom it was in trouble...


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Alis Laney
 Posted: Jul 3 2014, 11:56 PM
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A few more arrows swiftly swept through the air, each one just missing the ex-templar as she jumped and ducked about on the woodland trail. "Help!" she called for one more, simply in case someone nearby had missed her earlier call for help. Daring a glance over her shoulder for sight of her attackers she saw only glimpses of armor. It didn't tell her all that much other than the fact that it wasn't Dalish. Highwaymen, more than likely. Still, even if they didn't have the accuracy of the roaming elves, it didn't mean she was able to fight them off by herself. For a moment, she wondered if she should put up her weapons and putting all of her effort into running.

However, she didn't get much time to put them up, even if she wanted to.

She first felt her chest collide into something harm, then her arms connecting with other arms as her head whipped around to see what she had run into. Alis's first thought: Shit I bumped into one of the highwaymen. They're going to stab me and steal everything. I'm going to end up dead and naked for someone to find. But as she continued to fall forward with a last-ditch effort, Alis tried to put her weight on only one side to move to the side if not around the person she had bumped into. To her luck it worked but instead of moving around the person, she only fell to the side, fumbling with her blades as she hit the ground so she wouldn't end up skewering herself.

Alis looked up at the figure she bumped into though her hands searched to connect with her blades. For a moment she thought she saw a templar, one of her brothers in arms before she... before she left the Order. A quick shake of her head quickly rectified that, slowly blinking away the imagine of a memory to seeing a woman clad in the armor of the Seeker. If the ex-templar hadn't already been afraid for her life at the hands of highwaymen, she might have paused a few more seconds to glean the looks of the woman. Sadly Alis didn't had the luxury to sit around and admire anything or anyone and scrambled to a fighting position behind the Seeker.

"I suppose you're my knight in shining armor?" Alis tried to joke with the Seeker but the heavy heaves in her breath might have made her sound more desperate than desperately funny.

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