Dragon Age: Origins RP

[Moonfire]

Go.

[MikDaTv]

Ser Derric Swinghamer walked into the pub with the confident stride of a knight from Highover. The one of the Tyrne's best, he had been contracted out by one of the nobel families to find their daughter.

She had run away some time ago and the Family had requested the Tyrne's help in finding her. The Tyrne allowed them to hire Ser Derric and he also gave Ser Derric legal authority within the lands of Highover as an agent of the Tyrne.

Sir Derric had tracked the girl west, along the sea to the West Hills. A trader he spoke to along the way had seen the girl and given her food as she looked half starved from her journey, but she ran away from him as soon as he expressed his intention to return her to the nearest authority so that she could be sent back to her parents.

From there he tracked her to the remains of a camp fire and then to this small village located in the West Hills. She had been through this village as her tracks continued along the road into town until he lost them only a mile out, a distance at which the girl would easily have seen the village.

As the door to the pub closed behind him, all eyes within turned towards him and an unsettling silence fell across the drinking establishment. "My name is Ser Derric. I come from Castle Highover on a quest to retrive and return a run away girl. Has anyone seen this girl around town? I know she passed through here recently, no later than yesterday morning."

[Moonfire]

Saire Aeducan was not pleased. The surface was hard to get used to at first, all the sky and wide open spaces, the world without a ceiling was just... too spacious. And the sharding sun gave her headaches from time to time, though night was lovely, even then little pinpricks of light broke out the darkness. This was no true darkness here. She'd get used to it, in time. It had only been a few weeks since she had left Orzhammar.

She had come to the little village, out in the Bannorhorn to try and pick up a little mercenary work. So far, no such luck. Seemed a female dwarf wasn't exactly what more people were looking for in a hired hand. Especially when said dwarf took a liking to carrying twin axes half her size on her back. So, she did what sane creature would do and spent the last of her coin on a couple of ales (made with grain! By the ancestors what will they think of next?!) in the local tavern.

And then someone looking for some spoiled brat of a noblemen came wandering in, asking all kinds of questions that made the villagers faces twist into a grimace. The barman was the first to answer.

" 'Er? She was hauled off by 'Arkspawn not too long ago. Last evenin', poor thing. Shes probably dead by now. Been havin' a real problem with Darkspawn, the Blight's gonna swallow this town alive." He said, shaking his head as the other patrons nodded in solemn agreement, downing more alcohol. In times of struggle people turned to one of two places on the surface, the Chantry or the Bottle. These men knew where they belonged.

"Shes probably not dead, yet." Saire said, with a sideways glance. "I've seen it before in the deep roads. They don't kill the women..." She shook her head, it was a gruesome fate the women were left to, best not to go into detail.

[MikDaTv]

Ser Derric's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Darkspawn! This far north?"

At first he didn't believe it. Darkspawn this far north was rediculous, but then he remembered that the Tyrne was headed south to fight the Darkspawn and his son was already down there. Perhaps there was some validity to the statement after all. "I assume a posse was formed to attempt to get the girl back. Could one of you direct me to the one who led that posse?"

[Moonfire]

The bar keeper laughed. "You'd be assumin' wrong den, Ser. We're simple folk, and we're not well equipped as it is. We're not sendin' anyone with free 'ands or a weapon after some screamin' tart. The girls dead," The bar man gruffed before looking towards Saire.

"An' if she isn't then she might as well be." His head shook as the other patrons nodded in agreement, downing more pitchers of ale.

"Now, Ser, if ya don't mind either buy a drink or be on yer way. Yer bad for business."

"How cowardly," Saire remarked from her high bar stool, legs swinging like a childs above the floor, turning to face Derric and the other towns folk. "Just going to leave the girl for dead? I'm sure none of you even tried to help her when the darkspawn attacked. Your ancestors should be ashamed." Green eyes darted to Derric. "I'll help ya find her, though not out of the kindness of my heart. You got any coin?"

[MikDaTv]

"Bad for...." Derric was mad. He looked around the pub once quickly and then charged up to the bar, drawing his sword. "I'll show you bad for business."

He slashed his sword across the bar, smashing the glasses and bottles on it, left there by the patrons wise enough to clear out of his way. He followed this mighty swing up with an overhead arch that brought it down towards the kegs resting on the side of the bar, slicing the taps out and letting the contents spill out onto the floor behind the bar. "A girl no larger than this dwarf comes into town without a guardian, gets attacked by Darkspawn and no one in this town lifts a finger. It's a sad day for Ferelden when a single Dwarf shows more courage then a building full of men."

He grabbed the broken neck of a bottle still left on the bar and hurled it at the stack of bottles behind the bartender. He turned towards the Dwarf and sheathed his sword. "I'll gladly accept your help miss. The girl is worth quite a bit of coin to her family. Come, let us discuss business away from these... commoners."

[Moonfire]

The bar man jumped back his wrinkled, warted face twisted in anger. The beer and ale spilled over the floor, hundreds of silver and gold soaking into the wood and earth beneath it. " 'Ow dare you! Get 'im boys!" The barkeepr shouted, withdrawing a rusted and curved dagger.

Some of the patrons fled, other withdrew weapons of their own, approach Ser Derric with a menacing sneer. "You wanna rough things up, 'er tough guy? You're out numbahed, five to one." One gave a gruesome, drunken smile before a blade sung through the air,followed by a dull thud and splash of blood.

"Make that four to two." Saire said, an axe in each hand before slashing down at the offending brute, finishing him off. "HA!" She cried before swinging one of the axes towards the next man. Finally! Some battle!

[MikDaTv]

"Four peasants who aren't even brave enough to try and save a young girls life against a veteran Knight of Highover and an obviously well armed dwarf." Ser Derric's fingers wrapped around the handle of his blade again and it was drawn in an instant. "I'd say the odds are fairly stacked in our favor. Shall i kill you all at once or one at a time so you can see each other die?"

[Zilfer]

OOC hope you don't mind, that is if this topic ever kicks up again.

Arc'hime looked at the display going on before him. Things had escalated quite quickly in this small town, he had hoped he could lay low here for a little while before anyone picked up the scent of his trail. Apostle's weren't a welcome thing, especially with those who dwelved into blood magic. Unforunately, he liked having the ability to make decisions for himself, which was something the Chantry did not think he deserved.

A knight and a dwarf were making quite the fuss about this girl that had passed by a few days ago. He had spoken to the girl briefly, when buying her food. Apparently she had taken it in the wrong way and refused, but he had left the coin and food with her. He tried to help those down on their luck, whatever the girls reasons for running away it had to be important if she was running this far from Highover. Things became more violent were it was apparent this wasn't going to end well.

'So much for a low profile,' he thought as he cast a sleep spell upon the angry patrons. Hopefully this would solve a few things, as he remained sitting. He couldn't imagine it getting much worse.