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 The Roar of the Damned, Wardens - Open
Leonie Caron
 Posted: Jun 14 2014, 11:35 PM
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Word had it the Hunterhorn Mountains which lay between Orlais, Anderfel, and Tevinter--even a dash of Nevarra, recently has had several darkspawn packs wandering the region. The Commander of the Grey, Leonie Caron, sent a few scouts to survey the area themselves, try to listen in when and where they could to the corrupted whispers of the darkspawn. However, those scouts never returned. Either simple misfortune had befallen them, or something much worse had discovered them. In either case, Leonie did not want to take any chances, she assembled a contingent of her Wardens, and personally lead their march into the mountains. With darkspawn movements still being erratic, even after the end of a Blight and the insanity of the Ferelden darkspawn incursion in Amaranthine, she had no intention of treating the matter lightly.

The Hunterhorn Mountains were near the Blight scarred lands of the Anderfels and Tevinter, but primarily because of the case of the former, it made for a bleak and cold scenery. Several areas were utterly destitute lands because of the Anderfels blighted scars. The veteran Wardens like Leonie herself could hear the cursed dark whispers of the darkspawn even in the air around them. Even the lands of the mountain region that were not marred by corruption or cold weather, still lush with greenery and life--nevertheless felt off and unnerving. There was no denying the land had been tainted.

At a high mountain peak with a wide view of the regions--in the far of distant north was the blight lands of the Anderfels, to the east were the dark lands of the Tevinter, and to their southest was home--where lay the grandeur of Orlais. At that peak Leonie and her Wardens made their base camp. For a couple days it seemed like their was nothing, but then one night--a raid unlike the simple patrols or stragglers struck at them. It was not nothing like those battles. This it bore the dreaded similarities of the Blight or the oddity of a darkspawn incursion in Amaranthine arling of Ferelden. It was great in scope and held vision precision that caught the Lioness and her Wardens off-guard. Blood was spilled, lives were lost--a fourth of her contingent was slain, while a few had disappeared during the battle entirely.

Missives were sent to the nobility and Wardens to each of the surrounding lands for reinforcements to aid in her investigations within the land. Though, the missive she had received in return from the Anderfels was... unsettling. Darkspawn attacks were on the rise, entire villages and towns were being left utterly razed in some of the darkspawns rampaging attacks. The Wardens normally able to fight off the constant threat of darkspawn, are now finding themselves increasing fought off themselves, or even outright overwhelmed. Whereas the nobility their rife with political in-fighting as plots to dispose of the Anderfels king increases, and the Wardens--none more so than the First Warden--are more and more drawn into their political disputes.

It all explained to Leonie quite well why the Hunterhorn Mountains was in its current state, and it was then she realized the borders of the land need to be fortified to prevent whatever this new darkspawn incursion was threatening the Anderfels, she could not allow it to spill into Orlais. She further sent missives to the Wardens in Tevinter and Nevarra, warning them of the situation, while the missive she sent to her Wardens still in Orlais to send another contingent entirely.

The Warden base camp was directed and constructed with utter military precision, given how rigid and authoritative Leonie is with her Wardens, the base camp looked like one of the chevalier field strongholds. Though it should be of no surprise given she often trains her Wardens as though they were chevalier, while where she likes to get most of her recruits are among the chevalier of Orlais' nobility. It certainly showed within the Warden base camp as the Warden banners waved in the air.

Within the main tent Leonie leaned over the field map of the Hunterhorn Mountain region analyzing where to precisely send her Wardens to create a line, essentially creating a blockade to withstand and hunt down the darkspawn festering within the mountains...

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Casilda Nerine
 Posted: Jul 19 2014, 03:50 AM
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They were bloody.

Her Wardens in black, tainted darkspawn blood. The darkspawn in red men’s blood. The mountains, the gullies, running with a staining fusion of both.

The distance from Weisshaupt to the Hunterhorn Mountains was not so far as Montsimmard to the range. It was why Casilda had decided to mount her shield upon her arm and strike out with an ample contingent of Wardens. If the Warden Commander of Orlais was seeking aid, it would be a long time before her own people joined up with her. If something sinister was burbling in the mountains, Casilda needed to know.

While some may argue she remain in Weisshaupt, Casilda was done with musky offices for now. Enough of letters. Enough of complaining lords and ladies. Enough of their pleas. Though Casilda knew for the Anderfels to thrive, the people needed to as well. Enough of the inner politics. Enough news of lost Wardens. Her spear had itched to drink darkspawn lives.

The Serpent drank her fill of battle as she marched her Wardens into the foothills of Hunterhorn. Dust and stone transformed into numerous darkspawn, and Casilda hadn’t been able to pinpoint where they had come from. Had the outpouring of evil creatures descend from the mountain peaks? This far? Her numbers had been shortened, but Casilda had anticipated more than a few clashes with the darkspawn. The increasing strategy of the darkspawn was concerning, but for months now the commander had been dealing with such ferocity from the monsters.

The scarf Casilda wore about her neck was dried with crusty black blood. The kinks and grooves in her armor were gunked with the awful stuff. The wood of her shield bore scars carved by swords and axe and mace. The Anderfel Wardens reached the foothills of Hunterhorn, few slept without swords in hand. Casilda had hardly deigned to remove her armor. Maker forbid the darkspawn would attack while she took a sponge bath.

As her contingent wound further up the mountains, Casilda dispatched a messenger ahead set upon her own horse. Dark whispers were crawling through her skull; the voices of malevolent creatures that raided her nightmares as well as her men. Hopefully, her messenger had made it to the Orlesian encampment. It couldn’t be too far now…

Anderfel’s Commander of the Grey breathed a sound of relief when she finally saw the banners of Orlais. She sent for a couple of her Senior Wardens to begin prepping for a camp, drawing in air where she wanted them to settle. Calling for her Constable, Vincello, and a small band of other Wardens, Casilda continued her march toward the Orlesian encampment. She noticed churned grass and gouged earth, old streaks of spattered blood, where a battle had been fought.

Her arrival stirred the Orlesians some, who admitted her into the base camp. Weary though she was, her feet and calves aching and cramping, Casilda wished to announce her presence to Orlais’ Commander. The butt of her spear struck the ground in dull thuds as she trekked forward. The sound of their armor drew curious glances from their Orlesian brothers and sisters. Casilda had to admire the tight set up of the encampment.

Before being admitted into the main tent, she withdrew her helm. “Casilda Nerine, Warden Commander of the Anderfels,” she introduced. “Warden Constable Vincello Cervantes.” She held her blood-stained, gloved hand sideways to offer her constable’s presence. “I believe we have been quill pals, Commander Caron? My men and women of the Grey are organizing an extension of the encampment as I stand here. Are you in urgent need of anything?”


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Leonie Caron
 Posted: Aug 7 2014, 09:18 AM
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((After a long enough hiatus, let's get this stuffs going again))

"Time and information.", the Lioness replied to Casilda, her voice was stern and forthright--more of the disposition of being concerned as she was not entirely certain what was happening for these darkspawn to become so active and in such numbers. She dreaded the worse, which was the arise of another Blight, though such a thought was nothing shy of disturbing considering the Fifth Blight had ended in Ferelden not long ago. Perheps, the darkspawn felt they got off easy with that one and they doubled their efforts to fight yet another Old God to corrupt, but then again that would suggest darkspawn had any strategic methodology.

"My scouts keep telling me the same thing over and over again", Leonie continued, "These increased numbers of darkspawn packs that are spilling into Orlais, and no doubt other nations--are coming from the Anderfels. Every warden worth their salt is aware of the constant threat the Anderfel wardens face, but on the whole for centuries now you Anderfel wardens have done an impressive job at keeping them contained within your lands... Why are they suddenly spilling out and in greater numbers than ever before? What is happening in your lands?"

The warriors and soldiers of the Anderfels are both renown and infamous for being exceptionally resilient and strong hardened combatants feared by many of nations, and for good reason. The wardens of the Anderfels especially live up to such a reputation as they are the only wardens who face the threat of darkspawn daily, much like the dwarves, but with wardens often already being highly skilled or elite individuals in the fields of martial prowess, their being shaped by the Anderfels vicious environment makes them terrors on the battlefield, even to mindless darkspawn. The Lioness being aware of this do to having spent most of her career as a warden within the Anderfels, it was something that instilled much concern to her in wondering what could the darkspawn possibly be doing that the Anderfel wardens are struggling to keep them contained.

Those peculiar violet eyes of hers, mutated to such a hue from her extensive ritualistic consuming of wyvern blood of the many she had slain of the years that had shaped into the Reaver she had become, she looked Casilda dead in the eyes with those strange hues of hers, a few blonde strands of her falling in her face as she then spoke to her colleague, "What are we facing?"

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Casilda Nerine
 Posted: Sep 1 2014, 09:46 PM
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“Aye,” Casilda murmured. “Straight to business it is.” Despite her straight back, dark circles sagged beneath sore, tired gray eyes. Carefully, she leaned her gleaming silver spear aside. Casilda loosened and tugged her gauntlets, freeing a pale hand, a testimony to how often the skin saw sunlight. Tucking the wrist ends into a worn leather belt, she gestured at the pitcher sitting on the Orlais commander’s table, silently seeking permission. Overturning an empty cup, Casilda filled it about halfway before lifting it to cracked lips.

“The darkspawn have become organized.” The statement was without panic or distress. Dipping her fingers into her cup, she soothed her dry lips by rubbing wetted fingertips over them. A relieved pleasure eased the hard creases on the Commander’s face, happy to feel her lips and mouth moistened after a long trek. “They ure fierce, vicious. They spur attacks und melt away. Burned villages, beginnen to scare trade...”

She paused long enough to take a large gulp of water. “One village I investigated had nothing but male bodies.” Cool gray eyes lifted to regard the other commander, to share a look of common knowledge. There was only one reason darkspawn took women; for transformation into horrible broodmothers to commence breeding new darkspawn. The cup set almost silent on the table, Casilda’s fingers loosely cradling the side.

“But I did nah know about Hunterhorn until you summoned me. What do vee face? Well…” A pointer and a middle finger came forward, moving over the map. “Blitzen, clever darkspawn from Weisshaupt to its immediate four directions, und now as far south as here. Maybe more widespread than I know, given how the darkspawn raze the villages und towns to ashes.”

Casilda grasped the pitcher’s handle and poured another half cup. “Aye, there would be no people to send messages.” She’d gotten off track. Leonie likely wanted to know if this is a Blight, and Casilda couldn’t give a definitive answer to that. “If you ure asken if this is a new Blight, I do nah know.” Her grip on the cup tightened, her knuckles turning white. “I do nah hear the call of an Archdemon. Neider does Vincent. Neider do most of our older Wardens. Neider do you, I think, do you? Aye, no one hears... Yet the darkspawn behave as savage as if it were one.”

She bit back apologies for the darkspawn crawling in Orlais. Orlais had its own Wardens for a reason, which was the same as Anderfel Wardens, and the same reason as Wardens from any other country. The darkspawn knew no boundaries, and it was not Casilda’s immediate responsibility to take care of Orlais. She would help, but Casilda refused to accept the Orlesians problems with the darkspawn were due to her neglect in the Anderfels.

Not when some of her Wardens were likely fighting for their very lives elsewhere while she stood sheltered in this tent during a period of respite.

“I am sure you have sent scouts. Have any been able to return?” She was here to help, now. If she could secure any passageways to Orlais, and keep the darkspawn from marching, she would. Though it might also heighten her problems in the Anderfels. However, safeguard Orlais, and the Orlesian Wardens could help the Anderfels instead of being preoccupied with their own war.


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