Fandom Agents of the Inquisition (A Dragon Age RP)

[The Silent Z]

~Nori Bemot~
9:41 Dragons age, Day 2 of Inquisition Business ​

The night had been fair weather if a bit chilling with the snow capped landscape amongst the moon touched mountains of where Haven resided. After a nice eve spent in the tavern with Moire, conversing, drinking and overall taking his mind off the matters he could otherwise ponder. Later taking his leave and finding his tent outside the village gates and prepping for a nights slumber with but a large cloth folded over in the form of a tent held together by sticks and ingenuity, keeping the night sky and those stars from peering through and in turn being gazed upon the dwarf.

While the chill was no surprise nor uncommon of feel to him. The surface was rather different then he’d normally be experiencing within the deep roads. No darkspawn attacks to worry over while one sleeps, no spiders of rather large variety to keep hidden from and shielded by whatever means necessary while keeping awares all the same. And blasted ankle biting, snake headed, lizard bodied, deep stalkers either... Though one such beast had once taking a liking to the dwarf and he in turn. But that was but one rare occurrence and tolerable ankle biter. No, the surface was obviously different and amongst all the hustle, bustle and changing winds that occupied his mind, the dwarf had nearly overlooked a very glaring detail...

The loss of his brothers and sisters of the legion had not yet been mourned. Nori lay upon that hard ground with what blankets and small comforts that could be afforded and handed out amongst the rations to each man, woman and child about the place. A bed and accommodations that were believe it or not better then he was used to making use of and occupying for a nights rest. Rather more peaceful too... The quiet up here was different and less troubling then down below....


Whether it was resting out in the open somewhere with a near fire and someone taking a turn to stand watch or finding a old thaig with a home or other ancient dwarven building with a door that could still be safe enough to occupy for a time. The same was still true and common for both, if it’s too quiet... something is likely wrong. There was always some kind of noise in the deep roads after all... But laying there his mind having a chance a to wander and remember, mourn in silence and glimpse of sadness within that tent for even a legionnaire while death was common, the ultimate goal if honorable and meant to be was still a loss of one you knew and fought alongside for some time.

Yet another dwarf lost to the darkspawn.....


By the time morning came and rather early even for him. Nori awoke after being unnecessarily roused from his small slumber to ready himself for training.... The thought of such a phrase was amusing to Nori. While in all due respect and understanding of its intent.... What could a surfacer teach a battle tested veteran from Orzammar and the legion of the dead, no less? However part of joining this inquisition was survival so that he may return to the deep roads and retain or perhaps reclaim his honor and stone sense. He’d not lose either to some hole in the sky and dazed wandering about to the surface. How embarrassing that would be and shameful....


Arising from and out of his tent with Lucy slung over his shoulder and shield strapped in place at his back with a scout dirk tucked away near his greaves. Nori took a deep breath of fresh air and exhaled with a small smile, while it wasn’t home, it was a sight and something he could get used to while on the surface. That sky apart from the hole and that sun shining upon his face wasn’t half bad after all. He made his way for the spot he was meant to join for some training, unsure of what to expect and trying to keep nice and respectful enough without chuckling at the thought and whatever he may lay his eyes upon this morn.

‘Ancestors preserve me... what the sodded is this?!?’ Nori thought upon arrival to the training field at the sight of this human in armor standing about with a series of stretches. Was this the long walker that was to instruct them? The dwarf had a nearly gruff and shifted brow kind of look about him at the sight of it all. While he wasn’t certain of what to expect, he was sure this wasn’t it or even close to what he may have guessed. Once more, this man motioned for the agents as they seemed to get called to join him and do the same. ‘You must be joking?... Is this a joke?’ The dwarf pondered in his mind. Always keeping aware of potential attempts of humor at his expense.

Very reluctantlythe dwarf followed suit with a shake of his head and very low grumble to himself with Lucy kept in place upon his shoulders. The legionnaire warrior scout convinced himself this was mainly for any green fellas or lasses about the training group, prep them in some way before handling a real weapon. While it was a hard and yet not fully convinced sale, Nori nodded to himself ignoring the details that were about and told him otherwise and kept on quietly as instructed.


‘Chevalier Andros Vilahan... That was a orlesian title wasn’t it?’ Nori thought upon the fuller introduction of their trainer and what little he learned or recalled really about different surface military’s, knights and titles. The man had mentioned with that accent that certainly had him convinced it was orlesian, he hadn’t met too many topsiders, but could recall one orlesian warden some years back leaving him more certain of this thought. Anyhow, he mentioned the purpose of this exercise along with a need for introducing one another.... Of course, after the man spoke of himself it would be the dwarf that went next.

Meeting the mans gaze and turning his own toward the Qunari and whoever else was about before saying word. Seemingly curious how the dwarf and shortest present got the first gaze? A innocent wonder that was slightly amusing. He would have guessed the Qunari being so large and possibly more rare up here that they’d garner much more interest. Or perhaps it wasn’t interest but mere chance?


Deciding he’d not boast of his own accord and keep it rather short no pun intended. Besides the mindless nature of those high and stuffed dwarves of the assembly, easily bought and blackmailed spawn suckers they were plus the too tightly leashed to traditions and idiocy otherwise known as record keepers and shapers that claimed he no longer existed nor his old titles and glory recognized back in Orzammar. Nori gave a nod and brief exhale before starting with his own introduction;

“Nori, Legionnaire scout and legion of the dead warrior.” The dwarf replied to the gaze and following suit. Mindful to keep his own short and not complicate matters and trivialities.

graytful Vudukudu

 

[MedievalMethods]

Deculant "Bist" Wedrow
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The news had reached him first by a runner carrying a satchel of dispatches. He had no time to ponder the messages at the moment, as she was gone as quick as she came, and he was mid-operation on a patient. He vaguely recalled her handing him a sum of wax-sealed, rolled parchment papers. Papers he was just now going over in the darkness of the healer's sleeping tent; quarters which had finally been set up for him and Adan, just adjacent to the large tent he had operated on the Qunari earlier. Skimming the titles and body of the reports, the Alchemist idling chewed on some sugar cubes as he digested the gist of them. Supply request: Elfroot, Embrium, and Dawn Lotus medicinal herbs, approved! Blood Lotus, Deep Mushroom, and Dragonthorn for "pyrotechnics", pending. Request for cadavers from the mortuary for "experiments", denied...

A disgruntled grunt comes from his throat. Haven quartermaster seems to be all work and no play. Pity.

Tossing the supply request behind him, he moves on to the next. And discards it just as quickly. It was from the Inquisition. In flowery, iambic pentameter, it thanked him for his efforts thus far, praised him for his efforts to come. And mentioned a person being sent to assist. Another one. His brow furrowed in its usual frown lines. His cheeks looked hollow and his lips pursed as he sucked on the sugar cube, completing his sour expression. Adan, for all his annoyance, was tolerable. Even helpful, in short doses. But now he had an unknown variable being introduced into his environment. Tapping his fingers on the table, he pondered sending his own dispatch to decline. Slowly the tapping slowed and then stopped. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Maybe, this could be a blessing. As the workload was now, he hardly had time to pursue personal projects as an alchemist, with his duties as a healer. Another body meant two hands, two feet, and hopefully half-a-brain. Hands which could work, feet which could move, and brain which could think.

The grin had become a full smile, a rare sight on Deculant. Tossing two more sugar cubes in his mouth, the old man placed his booted feet on the table, leaning back in his chair. Loss in a feeling of self-satisfaction, he almost didn't hear the calls from Adan from the main tent. The smile vanished, a sigh replacing it as he readjusted his rumpled clothes before entering the impromptu triage center.

Karcen

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Mahera found her discussion with Sene cut off as orders seemed to be distributed to everyone. A little disappointing, this was an interesting conversation even if the results were mixed in regard to whether their future would be cooperative. Still duty called and it would not do to shirk her first assignment, she was here to help after all and needed to win some points with the inner circle of this inquisition to get their help for her matter. Checking her orders, she felt good about it. Relatively simple if there weren't many demons to take care off. She had mixed feeling of being out in the forest and countryside as well, she looked forward to getting back into nature but feared she had been a city girl for far too long she had forgotten the experience of her younger year.

She spent the rest of the day, making preparations for the next days task. Getting as much information as possible of what she was going to face and to stock up on essentially. She negotiated with the quartermaster to get some extra arrows for the mission which she will pay after the mission with some animal pelts and herbs. With that sorted, she returned to her quarters or more accurately a bedroll in a corner of one of the barracks. Most of the evening was spend trying to recall her teenage years back among her clan, trying to remember her training as such. A sad and painfully thought but a necessary one. It made her wonder though, what would it be like if she did find other survivors of her clan. They can hardly return to what they once more. She fell asleep before she really found an answer to the question before she fell asleep.

She was woken up early the next day as people started to go about their business in rather a loud manner. She did not complain in fact she was grateful, with the way she slept she was sure she would have woken well into the morning without the noise. A quick wash in a nearby water trough and adjusted her clothing before checking her weapons. Once all set she stepped out of her quarters and took a deep breath, it was a crisp cold day like many when by the mountain side but sunny, maybe the mission would turn out so bad. She went to the main gate and waited for her partner to join her.

Epiphany

 

[graytful]

Felicidus slept poorly the night before training on account of not fitting in the tents provided. The inquisition was also not yet prepared to outfit a soldier of his stature, so he remained in his damaged medium armor from before arriving. Thankfully, his subtle magical abilities coupled with his naturally high body temperature allowed him to keep himself warm through the frosty Haven night.

In the morning Felicidus felt clear-headed for the first time in days. He wasn't completely healed yet, but the apothecary's potions worked wonders and he was prepared to show the Inquisition what he was capable of. He rose in the morning and received his assignment to join his training group. On account of being able to see over the heads of almost everyone there, he spotted his company rather quickly. The chevalier charged with overseeing their training was bouncing and swaying in some strange kind of dance, and there was only one other dwarf among the common soldiers for the time being. A few other, less notable recruits milled around making graceless, half-hearted attempts to mime the chevalier's stretches. Felicidus made the short walk to the group, set his staff blade by his feet, and began mirroring his instructor without a second thought. Felicidus was raised to be a mercenary. Taking orders without question was in his nature.

He paid little attention to the chatter. The Orlesian and the dwarf seemed to be the only ones in the group anywhere near his caliber of combat. Felicidus was not particularly astute in matters of geopolitics, but he knew that for the Conclave to be left with such a sorry state of forces meant that the initial Breach was disastrous. Though the blood-stained valley of bodies had been enough to convince him of that.

Suddenly, Felicidus felt the prickling sensation he often experienced when a question was asked and he hadn't been listening. He pricked to attention and was thankful to see the dwarf had taken first response. Felicidus was easily three times the man's size, but the dwarf had a weighty presence common to those of his kind. However, it seemed to Felicidus that the dward was clinging to that weight for fear and drifting into the sky. His answer was short and to the point, but revealed much. Felicidus knew very little of dwarven affairs, but he was familiar with the Legion. This dwarf had been exiled to the deep roads to die fighting darkspawn. How he made it here was a curious puzzle. One that would be have to solved over time though, as the dwarf's introduction was over in a breath.

Felicidus turned his attention to the chevalier. He already forgot the man's name, but the name is not what makes a warrior skilled. Felicidus could see why this many was put in charge of this group. He would have an eye for promising recruits while being able to teach the greener warriors valuable skills. He was clearly seasoned in battle, and his limber movements and stretches implied that he had served in a company that taught combat like a sport. He was also human, likely decorated in one way or another, and perhaps in possession of certain connections or pedigree that a fledgling Inquisition would need to push to the top for the sake of their image. No objection to that. The qunari nodded his head respectfully at his temporary master.

"Felicidus White-Hawk of the White-Hawk Mercenary company. If I can't fight the sky itself... 'spose learning to kill demons will do. Also..." Felicidus paused, halting his stretches in the process. He wasn't sure if the chevalier had been briefed on his trainees unique talents, but either way it would be better to put it out in the open. "I'm a warrior, fight with a blade. But, sometimes I can make my enemies explode or force them to the ground without touching 'em." He took a breath and figured he would leave it at that. He focused again on the stretches as the green recruits introduced themselves. He was ready to learn how to fight this enemy.

Vudukudu The Silent Z

 

[Karcen]

Sene did not like the situation she was in, though she never liked any situation she found herself in, but this one was far more annoying than before. She had come expecting to do what she always did in such situation, be unseen and un thought about serving her lady when called and other wise vanishing into the woodwork. Lily had other plans and had more permanently donated her help to this order. Sene knew somethings about herbs and making potions or poisons, but her main way of healing was through the use of magic. Sene would rather not explain why she could use magic and that she was no circle mage. That would only lead to more questions and most idiotic humans believe apostate was the same as malificarium all because of some legend they made up. The magisters, that was just some stupid lie the chantry made up to gain power for that was all the maker was about power. Lily should have just left this place, this herald they spoke of was likely nothing more than some lucky fool and this whole thing would soon enough collapse.

Sene would find the make shift tent that had been made into a field hospital or something, Sene had not really cared what it was or who was in it she had no real desire to help these people. There had been templar in the explosion and there were templar still lurking here, maybe even some that were injured and as much as Sene wanted there was likely no way to easily kill them. Entering Sene saw the two healers, neither of which she cared for just two more humans likely thinking they could push around some lowly elf. They both at least seemed old enough to actually know a few things rather than all these youngsters that were around here.

" Well this isn't much of an infirmary" Sene said not really hiding her dissatisfaction at having to be here. She was after all a servant not a medic, she should be inside holding things and fetching things not reaching into peoples guts or setting bones.

MedievalMethods

 

[Vudukudu]

Well, these two hardly seemed fun at all. Despite Andros' chivalrous commitments, he's not above being good-humored, though it seems the Dwarf is. The Qunari seems at least pleasant, though he's not familiar enough with his kind to really know what to expect of him. He nods curtly at the dwarf, then at the Qunari.

The Dwarf would be.. well, hard-pressed, might be generous. Being of diminutive stature was a weakness in normal combat, and against, say, a Pride Demon? No amount of bashing its calves would kill the creature, though maybe it would force it to kneel and make it easier for the taller folk. He did at least seem heavily armored - that ought to negate some of the problems associated with his lacking reach, allow him to close in safely. Polearms might still be an issue, but he didn't have any reason to expect they'd be fighting other humanoids particularly often. Never mind the host of other problems the Dwarf was liable to have fighting above ground - not used to the sun getting in his eyes, not used to fighting on wet ground, the whole mess. Nori would have to adjust quickly or die.

The Qunari, on the other hand, seemed like he'd be easier to work with up until he brought up that he's a mage. Why he was here was beyond Andros - he knew little of magic, but at least the bladed staff Felicidus wielded would be suitable in his hands - long arms, longer weapon, he should be able to keep most foes at bay. If he was a mercenary, he wouldn't need much special attention, which was another positive.

Once the recruits have finished carrying on about being so-and-so from Fereldan villages Andros has never heard of, he straightens back out to stand at attention after picking his helm up from the ground. Cradling it in the crook of one arm, he rests his other hand on the pommel of his blade. "Lets cut to the quick, then, and talk about demons. Sparring against each other ought to prepare youfor most anything else, but demons are a different sort. Those of you who haven't fought before? You're going to need to learn quickly. Those of you who have fought before? You'll need to unlearn, quickly. Fade demons are like no foe you've faced before. Darkspawn, twisted and hideous though they are, at least use blades and familiar weapons, which means the fundamentals of swordplay are still useful against them." He begins.

"Rage demons, beings of flame made solid, don't care about footwork. They don't care about the way your blade is denying them space. They do care about crashing into you and turning you to ash. The heat will scorch the hair of your hands and forearms. And when it raises one fist to crush you? All you'll accomplish with a traditional parry is harmlessly scraping off a few inches of molten.. not-flesh." Andros explains. "It is crucial that you understand that, in conventional war, your opponent has no interest in dying. A man will fight defensively, probing your weaknesses until they can prey on a vulnerability. All a demon cares about is killing you, and you'll get tired before they do. Kill them before that happens. If you've a shield, its worth more now than it ever has been. If you don't, get used to keeping distance and evading. Either way, aim for the center - they've no organs to spill, but it seems more lethal to them all the same."

When he feels tired of lecturing, which doesn't take him terribly long, he sighs. "Look, there's nothing I can tell you that will really prepare you for facing down something so full of mindless hate. It will be terrifying in a way that fighting other men is not, because other men surrender when wounded, other men break and retreat when things don't go their way. The demons are relentless, and they aren't burdened with petty mortal emotions like fear or doubt. And each kind is different from the last, and requires that you know their capabilities and know how to survive them long enough to strike them down. You will have to learn most of this on the field, because me telling you what its like is no replacement for confronting them yourself for the first time." He says, drawing off toward the end. It seems he must have drilled troops before - he has no trouble shouting loud enough to be heard by all those in attendance.

"So that's exactly what we're going to do. There is a frozen lake not far from here, where some demons still cavort as if this isn't Maker-blessed Inquisition land! Every man and woman who lands a killing blow gets to drink with me tonight, and I just so happen to have a stash of Orlesian wine on hand. Get your gear, sharpen your blades, we march in five minutes."

 

[The Silent Z]

While the dwarf hadn’t much experience with Qunari or all together to familiar with their kind and whatever form of politics, class system and other details they have about them. Nori got the impression this fella would be a curious one. Able to force enemy forces to the ground and others explode without a touch or some kind of diabolical concoction at hand? Impressive. Must be another form of that magic topsiders had and different from the type he has encountered when battling those emissaries of the darkspawn. The dwarf looked up at the large fella that was quite a bit taller then himself and others present with a nod at his introduction.

While then listening to the chevalier once again. It was becoming more and more clear just how different these two were and how they thought, the dwarf had never been to Orlais, obviously, but was getting a glimpse into how they think and operate as far as military training goes. The dwarf simply kept quiet and nodded along respectfully while he didn’t agree with everything this man was saying nor the gross over simplification he had for the darkspawn. He was chosen to lead this exercise for a reason.

Nori would simply chalk up his description as lacking experience with darkspawn and the many forms and sizes they’d come in. Ways they fought, manners of which they fought. Perhaps he’d never truly fought or seen one before? Or perhaps only seen the types that carried blades? But alas, the dwarf wasn’t here to agree or disagree with a man he only just met moments prior. He was here out of assignment and while he was apart of this inquisition he’d nod along and take part with little resistance and loudness from him. The talk of demons was useful in their descriptions, while it wasn’t often nor much to speak on, there were occasional problems with demon like creatures in the deep roads.

Usually the result of some very old deal gone wrong from passers by from the surface. Mage adventurers or some sort seeking a ritual or some deal while traveling the deep roads in search of riches at his peoples expense, or possibly some grey warden deciding to go and do something foolish. Meanwhile Nori continued to listen and nod along separating the agreeable, non agreeable and useful into three different sections of knowledge. Allowing him to call upon it when and if necessary but not take completely without a thought of his own.

After all he was not about to toss over twenty years of experience and knowledge for the sake of learning to fight a new kind of foe. While it was not likely meant quite so literal it was still not something Nori would do. Instead he’d keep a open mind and adapt to the new foe, add to his learning and not replace it. The dwarf didn’t intend on spending a lifetime of fighting these things after all. When Andros spoke of the frozen lakes where demons still remained about in proximity to Haven, Nori formed a corner grin amidst his beard and nodded with a bit of gruff, excitement as now a form of training he could truly get on board with would now be at hand.

“Now that’s more like it...!” Nori responded and began to march towards the lake. While he wasn’t terribly familiar with Haven, he did manage to wander about a fair bit of surrounding locations when first coming to the surface and witnessing all that he had, so he had a fair knowing of which frozen lake it was not to mention only so many existed upon the mountain and near Haven. Especially those with demons still about them. While personally being a dwarf of the legion and a warrior of his experience, Nori was already prepped and ready to go, always kept his weapons and what gear he had ready to go at a moments notice.

It was the only way he knew, really.... Luxuries such as time and expanded inventory wasn’t a commonality within the legion. It had been sometime since the more comfortable yet sorted life he once knew where such things would be familiar and necessary, like they were now for the other recruits. While five minutes wouldn’t exactly take him too far ahead of the group he was sure and he could do with some old fashion moving about this morning.

A legion round shield at his back, a scout dirk hidden near his greaves and Lucy slung over his shoulders and hands resting upon each end. Nori slowly walked in direction of the lake, ensuring he’d not get too far out of sight of the group and be easy enough for them longer legged folk to catch up.

 

[MedievalMethods]

Spoiler: Previously

Sene did not like the situation she was in, though she never liked any situation she found herself in, but this one was far more annoying than before. She had come expecting to do what she always did in such situation, be unseen and un thought about serving her lady when called and other wise vanishing into the woodwork. Lily had other plans and had more permanently donated her help to this order. Sene knew somethings about herbs and making potions or poisons, but her main way of healing was through the use of magic. Sene would rather not explain why she could use magic and that she was no circle mage. That would only lead to more questions and most idiotic humans believe apostate was the same as malificarium all because of some legend they made up. The magisters, that was just some stupid lie the chantry made up to gain power for that was all the maker was about power. Lily should have just left this place, this herald they spoke of was likely nothing more than some lucky fool and this whole thing would soon enough collapse.

Sene would find the make shift tent that had been made into a field hospital or something, Sene had not really cared what it was or who was in it she had no real desire to help these people. There had been templar in the explosion and there were templar still lurking here, maybe even some that were injured and as much as Sene wanted there was likely no way to easily kill them. Entering Sene saw the two healers, neither of which she cared for just two more humans likely thinking they could push around some lowly elf. They both at least seemed old enough to actually know a few things rather than all these youngsters that were around here.

" Well this isn't much of an infirmary" Sene said not really hiding her dissatisfaction at having to be here. She was after all a servant not a medic, she should be inside holding things and fetching things not reaching into peoples guts or setting bones.

MedievalMethods

Deculant "Bist" Wedrow
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There had been a sudden lull in immediate death for a few minutes now. The patients that they had have all been addressed, and new ones had stopped arriving as they had before. While Adan moved about, doing Adan-things, Bist took the opportunity to retreat to his books. Pouring over the aged ink-marked parchment pages, he treated them with a careful reverence most would reserve for something holy. To him, alchemy was his religion. And alchemical texts were the scripture that brought him revelations of it. It was this trance of reading that was interrupted by the sound of heavy cloth pushed aside. His jaw tightened in annoyance, as he half expected to see another communications runner or a wounded unfortunate. Instead, he saw an unknown elf.

Correction, a stuffy unknown elf. As her quick and damning appraisal of his little haven in Haven greeted the ears of both conscripted healers. Sure, it wasn't a palace. But it wasn't a hovel either! If you forgot the old blood-stained sand beneath the operating tables and the smell of Elfwood antiseptic, it was quite homely. A quick glance to his right toward the supply area showed him a dour-faced Adan. Seems like he appreciated the witticism as much as he. Clearing his throat, Bist closed the scroll books with a flutter of parchment pages.

"Well, you're not much of an infirm..." muttered Adan in a mocking sing-song, still turned away towards the supplies. "No wound, no sore, no broken bones, or addled mind, but sure come in and waste some of our time..."

An amused snort leaked out of Bist's, caught off guard by his fellow alchemists retort. While it mirrored his own true feelings, he fought the sudden urge to give Adan a thumbs up. Saving his composure, the elder alchemist spoke louder than the still muttering Adan, whose retort had degraded into a long stream of whispered venting. It wasn't worth fighting with strangers, much less when he didn't yet know their capabilities.

"An' we arnot much o' healers, in all honesty." Playing off what she had said earlier, he tried to mend first impressions with good old platitudes "But liken this place, we find oorselves able ta help, by filling ah role, tha best we're able."

Taking note of her demeanor and body posture, he opted for formality. Removing the hood of his cloak, the silver-haired man gave a small bow. He doubted a handshake was quite the female stranger's style. In address, he might as well play it safe.

"Bist. Alchemist. At yer service, Lady...?"