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 Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 12:03 pm
 The Fifth Blight occurred in 9:30 Dragon in the nation of Ferelden. The Blight's origins began with the awakening of the Old God Urthemiel during a botched experiment by the Architect to awaken it. The darkspawn rabble organized into an army under the Archdemon's banner and launched their attack upon the surface.
Hostilities began in southern Ferelden at the edge of the Korcari Wilds. The first major engagement of the war took place at the fortress of Ostagar, where the king of Ferelden, Cailan Theirin, had assembled an army to fight the darkspawn horde. Despite the assurance of the Grey Wardens, the Fereldan commanders did not believe at this time that an Archdemon had risen, and its threat was dismissed.
The Battle of Ostagar proved to be a critical point in the war. The king, the Grey Wardens, and the Fereldan army were betrayed and left to die by Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir during a major darkspawn assault on the fortress. Loghain fled the battlefield with his forces and returned to the capital, where he usurped the throne, refused entry at the border to the Orlesian Grey Warden reinforcements, and sparked the Fereldan Civil War. With Ostagar overrun, the horde were free to enter Ferelden proper. The country is in chaos, but not over the blight. The nobles are in deadlock, half calling him a monster, the other a hero, this has caused a civil war to break out in the Bannoran. The last remaning soldiers of Ferelden are killing each other unaware or complacent to the growing threat of the Darkspawn In the Brecilian forest, a clan of Dalish elves, lead by keeper Zathrian is being attacked an turned into werewolves, if nothing is done soon the clan will fall and the seemingly mindless monsters will over run the elves. Under the frostback mountains the Dwarven kingdom of Orzammar was enjoying a brief reprieve from the darkspawn incursion, however with the death of King Endrin Aeducan the politicians are deadlocked in choosing a sucessor. It has not been an open civil war, however die hard supporters for Lord Harrowmont and Prince Bhelen have started fighting in the streets. In lake Calenhad, home of the Ferelden Circle Tower, a place for mages to practice and study their magic under the protection of the Chantry, Templar. However the circle has fallen to an elder enchancter and blood mage who has started turning all of the residents into abominations and summoning demons from the fade. The templar are awaiting the right of annulment before proceeding to kill all demons and mages within the tower to restore order. In Redcliffe the home of Arl Eamon Guerrin, the arl had fallen ill before the battle at Ostagar and as such had not marched with his troops leaving them one of the strogest forces in the country. Unfortunately the Arl is still in a death like state inside his castle, however the undead have risen and started to assault the villagers, with out aid they will fall. The Grey wardens are all dead, no foreign army is coming to save Ferelden, though their are whispers of an invasion, it is up to you her citizens to unite and protect your homeland before it is swallowed by the blight
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 12:18 pm
Rules I hate this part so I shall keep it short and sweet -Literacy, honestly not a huge issue, make sure we can understand what you are saying and give us something to work with, no one liners. -Player controlled deaths, you are not to kill off another character with out their consent simple as that, do it and you are gone. If you wish to kill off your own character, simply let me know and we will make it glorious. -You are not going to end the blight, not alone throw yourself at the Archdemon if you wish you will only be burnt to a crisp -Combat I am tinkering with a combat system, however I am also debating on a set number of players, depends on the number of those interested. -Questions? Ask me, I will answer them to the best of my abilities. If i can not answer it I will look into it. Feel free to use the wiki, preferably the Origins section as that is the timeframe we will be operating out of.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 12:21 pm
Dramatis personæ  Thorun Taker of ThaigsPlayed by T.A.D
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 7:27 pm
Thorun Taker of Thaigs "Agh, everything hurts!" he moaned pushing himself up on to an elbow. His body was wrapped in various places with linen bandages and stained in various shades of greens, browns, and reds. His shifted his gaze to the room around him, it was not made of stone and certainly not dwarven design. Heart pounding he tried to stand, but couldn't muster up the strength, letting out an exasperated groan he fell backwards onto the bed. " Easy now Salroka, we are topside now." he felt the hand on his shoulder before he saw the smiling face partially hidden by beard "You've got to be either the unluckiest son of a nug I've ever met or the luckiest. Your brothers never stood a chance, but somehow you survived." the other dwarf raised his brow and shrugged "We drug you to the surface and saw to it that you got patched up figured a legionnaire might be handy to have around with all this talk of a blight. That's what you do right kill darkspawn?"
Thorun's face sunk, the entire company dead... " We had to have stumbled into a nest, there is no other explanation for that many darkspawn to be gathered.... Wait we are on the surface?!" his voice echoed both alarm and fear "So I am suntouched now... You should have left me in the deep roads.""Nonsense, life of the surface ain't so bad and I can tell by the brand that you were castless. Up here you can make as much as a deshyr and no one will care where you came from. Speaking of we are goign to have to settle up on this little bit where we saved your life, but for now rest." The unnamed dwarf patted the wounded man on the shoulder and walked away, he tried to follow with his eyes but they had grown heavy and before long they were closed once more "What's the worst that can happen?
I'm already dead"
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:29 pm
Thorun Taker of Thaigs "Gah.." the dwarf groaned as the unseen hands worked their way around his body "Well the bleeding has stopped. He sure has a lot of injuries, most are healed over, but I suspect he will be fine in a few days. So where did you say you found him?" the responding voice was the dwarf from before "One of the thaigs we used for smuggling, darkspawn had taken it back, but we heard rumor of a march to the blight causing the beasts to take to the surface. Our runners found him barely breathing, the rest of his company.... I would rather not say." he felt the hands again, this time they were carrying a warm cloth. "You called him castless before, can you explain that for me?" the rag was moving over the more tender areas of his body "Well basically the high and mighty of Orzammar look upon those who have no ties to noble houses, warriors, or merchants as casteless. They have no rights, no education, no future, they aren't even allowed do any form of work. Nothing's wrong with 'em though, nobles need them to do the dirtiest of work, not to mention "the castless menace" makes a great distraction against the fact that we are loosing land, food sources, hell you name it the dwarves are loosing it, well everything but the nobles air of superiority. Anyways, we get most of our men through the casteless, get some food in their bellies and most of them are strong hard workers, both things they would never get to be if they stayed in orzammar." the rag was pressed down tighter now he scrunched his face and inhaled through his teeth "Easy now star shine, he's still awake. Anyways, as far as old names are in power in the Diamond quarter nothing is going to change. We don't exist and when we do it is as criminals bullying merchants and harassing decent dwarves. They never seem to notice that we bring in food, water, new trade contacts, we are the lifeblood of that city and we don't exist, but the gold does and so we keep doing what we do." the rag was taken away now and Thorun fell back into a deep sleep. "What's the worst that can happen?
I'm already dead"
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