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[The Baconer]

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Davion entered the office, finding that Severus had cleared his desk, arranging both of his swords across the surface: the shortsword that rarely left his hip, and the slender claymore he carried into the field. Magic pulsed within the room as Severus sat in meditation.

 

"Excuse me, Imperator." The magic faded, though Severus did not open his eyes.

 

"The caves were raided, Davion. The gems have been taken."

 

Instinctively, Davion grasped the scabbard of his own blade, "Then we must move to-"

 

"No. Not yet. We cannot afford to be brash, especially with this present concern. How goes your search?"

 

Davion sighed, shaking his head, "Nothing. No contracts were made through the praesumptor. The guild was not even aware of Nerva's existence. My people in Vyrantium tell me the trail went cold."

 

"Yes, and our inquiry with the sellswords was no more successful." Severus opened his eyes, leaning back in his chair, "So. How many individuals do we know of who privately own such a numerous and professional force?"

 

They both exchanged a weary look. Davion rubbed his forehead, "It is... a short list."

 

Severus stood up, returning the shortsword to its scabbard, then giving the Claymore one last look-over, "We could expand the search, but Nerva could be anywhere by now. Any city on the Nocen, or southward by the river to Solas or Perivantium... I suppose we can expect him to stay within the Imperium, at the very least. He values is work above all, and fleeing to the south would be too great an inconvenience, even if he is an outlaw here."

 

"I agree."

 

"So. If my meeting with our mutual friend doesn't bear fruit, then we'll have no choice but to wait. For Nerva to make a mistake."

[Uccio]

Found a interesting page of Tevinter. Worth to read I think. 

 

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*He reaches out and pulls himself forward. Inch by inch, there is only one goal for him. Nothing else matters. Fingernails crack breaking off causing his fingertips bleed, leaving fumbling bloody fingertips on the marble floor. Those marks mix with his own blood as he pulls his body over them forward slowly but surely. His blood makes it slippery to get a grip of the ground but it also makes it easier for him to move. 

 

The sounds of battle echo in the hallway, some are still fighting in other parts of the manor. Distant screams and shouts, explosions. Smell of smoke and blood lingers in the air. Dead bodies litter the hallway from one end to the other. Gallus Nepos lies there wearing nothing but his underwear, body full of wounds, his hand still clutching his sword. Surrounded by the bodies of the attackers. That old veteran did not die easily.

 

Caius doesn´t care. There is only one goal for him. He sees her lying there, in the grand hall. On the stairs leading to his study. Small sob escapes his bloody lips. "No..." he whispers in despair even in his heart he knows. He musters all of his remaining strength, "maybe I can still...". Slowly he raises on his hands and knees. His body trembles of weakness, his wounds are too severe. The only thing keeping him from falling is his iron strong will. He reaches out to support himself on the wall leaving bloody hand prints on it. Vertigo fills his head as he slowly pulls himself up. 

 

She is so close but still far. Caius takes fumbling steps leaning on the wall leaving a bloody trail behind him. One step.. two... "I am coming my love, hold on...". Each step seems to drain him of strength. He fights just to keep his legs from falling under him. Doorway, he made it to the hall. Crossing over the threshold is too much. Caius steps on his own blood and slips. He falls straight to the ground, it sends a moist sound as his blood soaked robe smashes against the floor. 

 

For a moment his vision blurs, darkness starts to close in from the sides of his field of sight. "No.." he whispers gurgling blood. She is closer now, only sheer willpower is what keeps him going anymore. He pulls himself forward with pure rage. He can see her face now. "My life for yours.." Caius reaches out to touch her cheek pooling his power for a last spell. Cold, so cold is her skin. Nazlik stares at him with her silver eyes. A single tear drop falls down his cheek "I am so sorry my love...".

 

A cold laughter fills the air, "oh how the mighty fall". Footsteps echo in the hall, Mucia steps to his side. She stares at him with scorn. "After I am done here I will find your half-breed bastard boy. No one will ever know he existed". Someone grabs Caius hair from behind and pulls his head up. "Nazlik" he whispers as a blade touches his throat. He barely feels its cold kiss.

 

 

Caius recoiled from his sleep breathing heavily. Sweat poured down his face, it had wet the bed lining. So vivid dream, almost like a omen. He sat up his heart beating heavily. Nazlik moved a bit, his trashing around had stirred her sleep. Caius gazes on her for a moment, then stood up silently. It was early morning, sun had not yet risen. He calmed down slowly, it was just a dream. Even it felt so real. He put on his robe silently and slipped out of the room. Instinctively he circulated through the guard posts just to see if everything was alright. 

 

He stepped outside to the yard just as the first rays of a new day appeared over the horizon and the humidity of the night was slowly vanishing. Guards walked on the walls like usually. Then a messenger passed the second gate hurrying towards him. "My lord, message from Seheron" the man bowed handing him a parchment. Caius rolled it open, "stone table acquired, arranging delivery". He smiled, "finally".*

[Red of Rivia]

As you Americans, how can you explain the phonic difference of man and men?

[raging_monkey]

Man is used as either singular or plural but men is also used plurally. Best I understand it

[Red of Rivia]

Man is used as either singular or plural but men is also used plurally. Best I understand it

In terms of pronunciation, I mean.

[raging_monkey]

No idea it just comes contextual to me

[Uccio]

 

Found this while scouring the net. Is this apparently from the DAI? It seems that even the slaves in the household do not know if their master is using blood magic.

 

*story continues*

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*Caius walked towards the dungeon through the dank and dark tunnel Nazlik by his side. Torches attached to the stone wall brought some light in the darkness. The torch light was small and flickering and they were placed so far in between that Caius had cast a small light to show them the way. In the silence of the dark tunnel the echoes of their footsteps were the only sound present. "How did you know what her name was, or role?" Caius asked curious. "My parents told me stories of the qun when I grew up. To warn me of the people living under it", Nazlik said, "my father was in the benn-hassrath. Someone important. He told me all he knew". 

"What about your mother?"

 

"She was a tamassran" Nazlik said shortly, "and she wanted children of her own". Caius stopped to look at her for a moment, "I think we should visit them again, once the baby is born. don´t you think?". "I´d like that" she smiled at him. Caius touched her cheek, "or I can send a ship to bring them on the mainland. Either way".

 

"That would work too" Nazlik contemplated it delighted, "maybe they could even live closer". She tapped her armor with her finger, "that reminds me, I will be needing a larger armor soon. My belly doesn´t fit into this one for long". Caius smiled softly at her. Nazlik turned wary to look at the tunnel. "It is awfully quiet down here, don´t you think?". "You are right" Caius said gazing ahead, "there should be three guards here. Still we hear nothing".

 

He walked onwards alerted, Nazlik drew her sabres and followed him silently. They approached the dungeon observing closely for any movement. One of the guards sat slumped in a chair by the door. Caius poked him with his staff, the guard fell down lifeless without making a sound. Caius snorted and slammed the cell door open power twirling around him. His magic illuminated the dark dungeon revealing every corner. Under his magical light they could see both the other guards laying there in the ground lifeless, partially covered with hay. "Escaped, that bloody elf has escaped" Caius growled.*

[raging_monkey]

That's from world of thedas vol 1

[Uccio]

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*Caius sat in his chair eying the maps and books on the shelves. His wondering eye gazed upon a painting of him and Mucia in the wall. It was made by a revered artist when they were married. All these years it had been hanging in the wall, here, in his study. Now It was time to move it away. He had decided to invite a new painter to paint a painting of him and Nazlik and hang it in the tower chamber. At least it would be somewhere he can always see it.

Caius reached out and took his crystal wine glass. He stared at the image of Mucia in the painting holding the cup. Thoughts of his dream haunted him still. Maybe, just maybe it had been a actual omen. He had given her too much leeway, and her actions so far had proven her dangerous. His powers had peaked since he had used that stone table. Maybe his latent dreamer blood had given him a warning. He couldn´t risk it being a vision of the future, he just couldn´t. Anyone threatening Nazlik or their child now or in the future had to go. She had to die. A simple order to a processed slave working close to her would do. A preemptive move.

Caius took a sip of the wine and placed the cup on the table. He contemplated for a moment sweeping his hair. Then he opened a drawer from the desk and pulled a small parchment from there. He took his quill and wrote a single elaborate word in the parchment, "poison".

He placed the parchment into a small pile of similar papers on the corner of the table. Then he took the wine goblet and leaned back with a blank look on his face. It was done.*

[EmissaryofLies]

Where did everyone go?

[The Ascendant]

Been away a while. Any cool Tevinter secrets recently? 

[EmissaryofLies]

Decent RP from what I have seen. Don't know nothing 'bout no secrets though.

[Uccio]

Things have been slowing down here after the launch, that is what usually happens thought. Apparently the WoT 2 is out or soon. There is probably some new info.

 

 

*Story continues*

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*Mucia gazed at Cassia casting her spell in the training room. "No no silly girl! You will only exhaust yourself with that. You need to focus on the energy more, you can´t control the flow otherwise". She was annoyed and frustrated, neither of her daughters seemed to have the skill their father had. And the third one was even a mundane! What a shame. Mucia tapped her feet in the ground wrinkling her brow, "do it again. Until you get it right". She turned annoyed "where is that stupid slave?".

 

"Here my lady" a elven girl appeared in the room from the hall with her head bowed. "Bring me wine" Mucia snapped, "and remember to make sure it is cool or I will have you whipped".

The elven girl bowed and ran from the room. "Why is it so hard?" Mucia complained seeing how Cassia´s new spell dissipated. "It shouldn´t be with your blood line".

 

"My lady, here is the wine". The elven girl appeared next to her holding a tray with a wine bottle and two cups. Mucia grabbed the ready cup set for her, "put the tray on the table and leave us". With a bow the elven girl left the room. Mucia took a sip of her wine eying Cassia, "no no, must I do everything here? Let me show you". She placed the cup on the table and stepped forward pushing Cassia aside. "Look how..." she raised her hand but suddenly staggered. She placed her hand on her chest, "I feel strange...". 

 

"What is it mother?" Cassia gazed at her concerned, "should I call a healer?". "No, I am just fi.." Mucia started to say but was cut short falling down to the floor.

"Mother!" Cassia screamed running to her.

 

 

Dark clouds covered the sky. First heavy drops of rain fell down carried by the rising wind on the crowd gathered by the gigantic pyre. Chantry brothers and sisters had just finished their sermon and chant for the departed. Cassia stood forward, raising her hand. A fire appeared in the bottom of the wooden structure of the pyre. Zera and Miriel rushed to hold her as she fell down on her knees weeping. 

 

Caius stood silently in the first row wearing his best robes leaning on his staff along with the other members of the household. He gazed at the flames with a blank expression. Gallus Nepos stood behind him in a glimmering armor standing in attention. A fully armored guard stood in attention around the pyre. Members of the Magisterium and Senate were located in the left side of the family. The house of Florus was located on the right side. Magister Manius Florus, the old father of Mucia stood there with his white hair flowing in the rising wind supported by his sons. He gazed the flaming pyre with tears in his eyes and then turned to look at Caius. 

 

Old man pushed his sons away and started to walk towards Caius. He saw him coming and turned to see him, "thank you for joining us in our hour of...".

"You killed my daughter" Manius said silently, he raised his shaking hand and pointed Caius with his finger, "you killed my daughter you monster!" his voice rose high breaking. 

Caius eyed the old man with cold eyes, "I would advice you not to accuse me in public, I would be honor bound to challenge you to a duel otherwise. But I will let you pass now because of this sorrow which has so suddenly struck us both". 

 

"I am not afraid of you" Manius said with a shivering voice, "I knew the first moment I laid my eyes on you that you were not right. I knew you would be the death of her. Those soulless eyes, what are you?".

He bursted in tears, "I knew there was something wrong with you, oh why did I take your fathers deal". His sons rushed to escort him back to their family. Tiberius, his oldest son bowed slightly to Caius, "I apologize for my father my lord, please forgive the old man for his sorrow. He doesn´t know of what he is talking about". Caius nodded, "think nothing of it. I understand".

 

The pyre fire burned slowly out. Part of the ashes was gathered in a elaborately decorated urn and sent for the family mausoleum. Heavy rain poured down from the sky like a sign telling everyone it was over driving the crowd away. Nazlik stood in the back row watching the burial. She had no love for Mucia but her death did not make her happy either. She felt bad for her daughters in their sorrow. When Caius walked by her she turned to follow him. "I hope you did not have anything to do with it" she whispered at him. "No, I had nothing to do with it" Caius said calmly walking towards the family cart.*

[MisterJB]

 

The Sten section of WoT Volume 2 contains a passage where, after hearing how he has replaced the previous arishok has led to some magisters fearing there will finally be a victor in the war.

 

 

[The Elder King]

The Sten section of WoT Volume 2 contains a passage where, after hearing how he has replaced the previous arishok has led to some magisters fearing there will finally be a victor in the war.

Is he that famous?

[MisterJB]

Because of the Fifth Blight.
With that plus the mention of how he is building a massive fleet of dreadnoughts, my money is on DA4 taking place in Tevinter and it being about the war. Maybe not a full scale invasion of the whole continent but rather a renewed offensive from the cows.

 

 

 

[The Elder King]

Because of the Fifth Blight.
With that plus the mention of how he building a massive fleet of dreadnoughts, my money is on DA4 taking place in Tevinter and it being about the war. Maybe not a full scale invasion of the whole continent but rather a renewed offensive from the cows.

I know he should be renowned for his role in the FB, but what you said before seem that go beyond his role in the blight. Other then the dreadnoughts, I guess he might've gained fame in some battle against Tevinter.

Or maybe the Vints considered the previous Arishok a complete moron.

[KainD]

I still don't understand why authors insist on developing characters that can have varying canon, instead of involving other characters.

Sten died in a cage, during the blight.

[raging_monkey]

No sten lived and helped the HOF.

[The Baconer]

Someone must have really hyped him up because he was easily the least adept companion in DA:O.

[Warden Commander Aeducan]

I still don't understand why authors insist on developing characters that can have
varying canon, instead of involving other characters.
Sten died in a cage, during the blight.

They seem too fond of retcon everything for the sake of current or because reason these day.

[Kevorka]

Can we get this to be a DLC please?

[Warden Commander Aeducan]

Can we get this to be a future game please?

FIFY, the Tevinter Imperium or Qunari-Tevinter War as an dlc is just an insult.

[TevinterSupremacist]

FIFY, the Tevinter Imperium or Qunari-Tevinter War as an dlc is just an insult.

Exactly we need a whole game for it. A good game.

 

No, no hopes at all. That'd be masochistic.

[raging_monkey]

Idk I wouldn't mind it being a dlc at this point. I'll love it regardless