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LIVIANA AURELIUS
 Posted: Apr 10 2018, 09:11 PM
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People came here to die. That was what the theory was. Only stupid ass people with a death wish traveled past the thiag into the deepest tunnels in search of darkspawn to kill. Well, she wasn't here to die, she was here to let off steam. Liviana grunted softly as she landed hard on the ground below the ledge they'd been holed up on to take a break. Arialle landed beside her, as silent as an elf ever was, and it made her scrunch her nose in brief annoyance.

"Show off," she muttered, earning her a cheeky grin from the elf. It was nice to see it. Outside of here, Arialle had to appear meek, controlled. Nothing but a slave to the group of wandering mercenaries and it made Liviana angry. Maybe it was her life as a slave in the past that caused the disgust, or purely because she valued the elf as a friend.

"We should be headin' back soon." Arialle spoke up as she crept along beside her. Liviana stuck her tongue out, blowing out a breath. They'd barely been out here a handful of hours. They hadn't seen much in these tunnels, most likely because they'd been cleared out earlier in the day and the beasts hadn't managed to creep up again yet. It was disappointing. Liviana didn't want to act like a sullen child, and had to fight back the urge to pout. She was about to speak her displeasure when Arialle raised her hand to silence her, elven ears twitching slightly.

"A battle." Was all the elf spoke before she began to lope off into the direction she presumably heard. Liviana couldn't help but smirk at the sudden change of events. Perhaps the gods did smile on her tonight. After several minutes, even she could hear the growing sounds of fighting. The tunnel widened into a cavern and she could smell the darkspawn before she saw them.

Disgusting twisted creatures rushed forward, eager to sink their teeth into whatever victim they preyed upon. The creatures parted briefly and Liviana saw a flash of light, green and eerie before a woman came into view. She fought like an animal in a frenzy, ruthless and frantic. Arialle drew her bow, knocking an arrow and firing rapidly into the midst of the creatures. Liviana drew her daggers, winking at the elf before she slipped into the shadows.

She used the confusion of Arialle's shots to creep from the shadows, hitting weak spots through armor as she made her way through the mass of darkspawn to the woman at the center. Liviana dodged a swipe of the woman's sword, bringing her daggers up to block the next one and spoke:

"I am on your side!"


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HONOR TREVELYAN
 Posted: Apr 11 2018, 09:03 PM
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cherith
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The last thing Honor remembered was climbing the hill. The next she was waking up in dirt and stone, staring down the glowing green eyes of some lizard creature. But no, that hadn't been the creatures eyes that glowed after all. She put her hand on the ground to push herself up and it hurt, ached really, and when she pulled it up… she saw. The source of the glow was her.

Lizards didn't much seem to care for it anymore than she did. As she moved, so did it. It stuck her hand and then suddenly it wasn't alone. Honor quickly found herself amid a group of lizards that'd seemed much smaller from the shadows. They were bigger, like cats and they hissed and spat and bit until she found herself backed into a corner and reaching for her daggers. The only good news she had was that the daggers she'd taken with her were still at her sides.

Sometime in the middle of striking down one lizard and reaching for the next, pain stretched out from her hand and a flash of light tore open the air around her. Whatever attacked her next wasn't a lizard and she had only the sharp green glow from her hand to see by. Against her training, she ran.

Nothing was familiar. It stunk like rot and dirt and the best guess she could make was that she'd fallen down into the mountain. That didn't seem right but neither did anything else.

It didn't take them long to find her. And she'd heard enough stories to know what they were. Twisted creatures with sharp-toothed grins smelling of blood and rot. The stories said the death of the Archdemon by the Hero of Ferelden had killed all the darkspawn, but rumors put them in Deep Roads and Kirkwall and in pockets throughout Thedas where there weren't enough Wardens left to keep them in check.

Wiser, more composed minds might've continued to run. Eventually their had to be an entrance or an exit, something to get her out of these tunnels. But when they charged her, her throbbing hand curled around a dagger. Her other hand tossed a smoke bomb, giving her just enough time to dodge out of the way of the first attack. She fought hard, taking fewer hits than she gave but more than she intended. Her strength flagged, her throbbing hand ached until she was really only using the dagger in it as a shield as her grip locked around it. The occasional threat of smoke and the flash of her second dagger only kept them back, the green mark on her hand giving her away time and time again.

She would die to these creatures, she thought, and for nothing.

An arrow whizzed by, striking the creature in front of her in the side of the head. It's helmet knocked to one side as it began to tumble to the ground, pushing one of its companions off balance. Honor seized the opportunity to breathe, sweeping the legs out from another one to widen her personal bubble. She didn't have time to think of where the arrow had come from.

Sweat poured down her face as she whipped around to strike an incoming attacker. She thrust out and found her daggers blocked by another set, clean, attached to human hands. By the eerie green glow of her hand she saw the outline of a woman as she struck out for the nearest darkspawn instead. The woman said something, but Honor couldn't hear over the clatter of darkspawn armor.

"What?"


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LIVIANA AURELIUS
 Posted: Apr 12 2018, 12:20 PM
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Liviana hoped this woman, whoever she was, had enough sanity to realize their chances were better together than apart. The green glow from her hand suggested mage, but she fought with the nimble skill of a rogue. It wasn't unheard of, the Dalish had stories of elven mages with warrior talents, but that was elves and this woman was no elf. She saw the woman's lips move but the sounds around her obscured what exactly she was saying which meant she most likely hadn't heard her own words.

From the corner of her eye she saw the twisted form of a darkspawn coming towards her and she made a split second decision to unlock her daggers from the woman. At least it she were to kill her the darkspawn would be eating her corpse instead of her living self. She met the genlock’s sword with one dagger while the other came up to alive through rotting tissue exposed at its throat.

"Lethallan!" Arialle's voice managed to carry over the sounds of battle, drawing her attention. The elf was moving backwards, losing arrow after arrow into the cavern at their backs. "There are too many!"

Liviana released a breath, letting her eyes trail over the horde of creatures that seem to be pouring out of the darkness like water. The elf was right. If they had the others than perhaps, but alone, even with the help of this new woman it wouldn't be enough. She wasn't about to die like this. She released a breath, moving closer to the mystery woman.

Resting her hand onto her shoulder, she leaned in closely to speak into her ear. "Come on. There are too many to fight." It was still near a yell, but she wanted to make sure that she had heard. Liviana gave a slight squeeze of her shoulder before she turned. They would have to fight their way through, but hopefully they could reach safety before anyone lost their life.

She glanced back only briefly to make sure the woman was following her. Before turning her attention back to her path. There was an explosion behind them as Arialle released an exploding arrow, cutting off the creatures from following immediately. It wouldn't deter them for long, they were relentless and blood thirsty but at least as they ventured further into the cavern it became easier to hear.

"Are you alone?" Liviana asked, still yelling to make sure she heard correctly.
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HONOR TREVELYAN
 Posted: Apr 12 2018, 10:12 PM
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cherith
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It was better fighting with someone else to take half the strikes, deal twice the damage, three times if she counted wherever the arrows were coming from. Thankfully someone on her side or at least more concerned with the darkspawn than her. But it didn't seem to matter how good either -- any -- of them were, there was no end to the darkspawn. And Honor's hand ached in a way it never had before. She could feel the pulse of the light like it was her own blood, and if she hadn't also been able to see the dark streaks of blood from some of the hits she'd taken, she might've thought it was. But she bled black in the shadows and red and sickly under the glow of the green light from her hand. Neither were comforting sights.

Another woman's voice shouted at them, more words Honor didn't understand. An elven voice perhaps, but the roar of the darkspawn was still too loud to make them out. She wasn't sure she'd ever hear anything right again after the din of these horrible creatures. The woman fighting beside her put a hand on her shoulder and Honor felt the weight of whatever the woman said, more than she could distinguish the words. They both understood they were in too deep here. If they didn't back out now, the sheer numbers of these creatures would eventually whittle them away to nothing but blood and bone.

She nodded, getting the meaning clear enough. The squeeze of her hand on Honor's shoulders was somewhat comforting. "Right behind you," Honor said, before dodging to the side to fill in the space the woman was leaving behind. She knocked back a sword arm aiming for the woman's back, sliding a dagger into the meat of the creature's upper arm. After a breath she yanked the dagger free, spun low and rolled to follow after the woman.

As she ran she made out the figure of a third woman, bow and arrow in hand aiming over Honor's head. She kept her head low, hair tossed in all directions behind her though she could feel the weight of it sure it was covered in all manner of vile things she'd rather not think about just now. Baby hairs stuck to her forehead and she really wanted to be able to wipe the sweat from her eyes but didn't trust her hands. Instead she wiped the back of her knuckles against her cheeks and turned to watch as she heard the tunnel collapsing behind her.

"Holy shit," she murmured. The darkspawn would take forever to get through that rock fall. The elven woman had bought them some time.

"Thank you." With a longer, deeper breath she rested her hands on her hips and looked at the other women, leaning in instinctually as the human asked her something. The woman's dark eyes looked at her intently and Honor felt like she could pick out something in what she said. It was almost familiar…

"What? I'm sorry, I don’t understand?" She shook her head and looked up at the elven woman and shook her head again. For a moment she tried to recover her breath and looked between the both of them, taking in their weapons and armor.

After a few moments, in as careful, measured words as she could muster while still breathing hard from the fight and the escape she said, "Thank you for rescuing me back there. I'm Honor."

She began to offer her non-glowing hand out to the woman, but realized she was still holding on to her daggers. Shrugging apologetically she put the first back onto her belt easily. Her other hand hurt too much and she tried to slowly prize the dagger free from her fingers, with soft sounds of pain coming out with each movement.

"One moment, I'm having a difficult time," she said as the dagger nicked her fingers as she freed it from her own grasp. "Fuck, that hurt."
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LIVIANA AURELIUS
 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 07:22 PM
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Liviana frowned as she sheathed her daggers. The woman was speaking but she could only catch a word or two that made sense. She cast a glance towards Arialle who merely shrugged in as much loss as she was. Turning her gaze back to the woman as more words seemed to tumble from her lips. Again she only caught a few, and it made her head spin trying to focus on them.

She watched with growing concern as the woman attempted to pull the dagger free from her hand. Liviana tilted her head at the glow of green that seemed to come from the gash in her hand. A brow rose, and she reached out, pausing only briefly to make sure it was okay, to take hold of the woman's wrist. She turned her hand slightly, staring intently at the mark.

"Magic?" She asked slowly, trying to enunciate as best as she could. Whatever language barrier that this was was going to be a problem. Liviana released her wrist after a moment, pressing her own hand against her chest. "I am Liviana. That is Arialle." The elf nodded her head towards the woman as Liviana pointed at her.

Liviana went over everything that the woman had seemed to say, carefully puzzling out every word. Honor she understood, but she hadn't seemed to use it as one normally would. The sentence structure was strange but after a moment she made her best guess. "You are Honor?"

Arialle made a face that she caught out of the corner of her eyes and Liviana raised a hand to gesture dismissively at her. Despite what the elf thought that seemed to be the best translation. She was trying to think of another language that was similar to the common tongue and yet she pulled up a blank. Another thing that was bothering her was the woman's attire. It was strange, not something she was used to.

Taking a breath, Liviana tilted her head. She pulled her lip between her teeth, gesturing at Honor. "Where are from?" Perhaps she was part of the almarri clans? It made about as much sense as anything else right now. She paused once more and then pointed at the dark blood that coated her clothes, the darkspawn blood.

"Be careful. Darkspawn blood is dangerous."
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HONOR TREVELYAN
 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 08:36 PM
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cherith
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The woman gently took Honor's wrist, looking over the green spot on the back of her hand. Magic? she asked. Well that was the clearest word the woman had spoken yet. And although Honor wasn't entirely sure that's what the green thing on her hand was… it did seem plausible. Although Honor had no dealings with magic in the past, aside from her brother Cyrus' abilities, if this was magic she was ready to give it back. It still hurt, although now that she wasn't also trying to grip a dagger and fight a dozen or more darkspawn at the same time, it wasn't throbbing as it had been.

Honor nodded. "I think so, although I'm not really sure how I got it. Or why." She stared at her own hand as the woman let go of her, turning it over in front of her, trying to keep the glow of the green spot out of all of their eyes. She didn't like the feeling she got when she looked at it. It felt like her stomach wanted to twist inside out, like her whole body might collapse in on itself.

She lowered her hand and focused on the woman speaking to her instead. It took a lot of effort to focus on anything at the moment, including someone who spoke something she wasn't quite understanding. Thankfully, or maybe not so much (but at least she didn't feel alone about it) the woman didn't seem to understand much of what she was saying. She watched as the woman pointed to herself and then to the elf at her side, giving them what she was pretty sure were names. Liviana seemed like a Tevene name, although Honor could only tell that in the same way she could tell they were almost saying the same thing. It sounded right, like much of the Tevene she'd heard among noble parties, but she didn't know enough to go on any more than that.

The woman, Liviana, seemed to understand that she was Honor. Grateful to have some kind of understanding even if it was a basic one, Honor smiled. "Honor, yes, that's me." She pointed to herself again. Feeling a bit like a child she pointed to the two women and repeated what she understood as their names. "Liviana, Arialle." She smiled when the confirmation came.

Honor didn't mind the once over the two women gave her, though her hand hurt as she stood there with it hanging at her side. She grabbed her own wrist and let out a steadying breath, listening intently as the woman spoke to her again.

"From Ostwick," she replied, equally slow in her pronunciation. "East of the Vimmark?" She wasn't eager to out herself as a Free Marcher if the woman didn't understand where Ostwick was. Not that she was ashamed by Ostwick but more it's association with any of the southern marches near Kirkwall. That place had stained all the Free Marches and she'd be just as happy to announce herself from some place nearer Antiva or Rivain, she had the coloring for it. At least if she placed herself via the Vimmark one wouldn't assume her a Fereldan either.

She gestured at the two women. "Imperium, I take it?"

Darkspawn. Well that was a word that needed no translation. Honor looked down at herself as Liviana pointed. Maker, she was covered in the stuff.

"Oh, that's disgusting. Yeah." She wrinkled her nose and held up both hands as she looked around her, knowing what she wasn't going to find. Wherever her belongings were… they weren't here. She had nothing to clean up with or change into.

"Do you have any water?" she asked. "Or cloth?" She had so many other questions to ask, not the least of which was 'where am I', 'how did I get here' and 'how do I get home from here'? But all of those seemed too overwhelming to contemplate just at the moment. More pressing was the tenderness in her hand and the aching, glowing green gash torn through the back of it. Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them back with a deep breath. She was light-headed.

Her breath felt shallow and too fast, her heart hadn't slowed even now that they were well-passed the danger of the darkspawn. She looked at the ground, at the dark blood on her boots. Her hand pulsed with her heartbeat, feeling like it was about to split her hand in half. She shook it gently, wondering if she'd lost blood from the mark. That only seemed to make it worse so she stopped.

Her vision swam dark at the edges and she felt unsteady. "I think I might pass out."
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LIVIANA AURELIUS
 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 09:15 PM
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Magic seemed to be the deciding factor, even if Honor didn't seem as if she knew why. That was an odd notion. Mages typically knew about their own powers and the spells that they weaved. It could possibly be a hex? But she wasn't schooled in magic enough to know. They weren't likely to find any help down here either. The dwarves knew even less about magic than she did. The only solution would be to get her to the surface and find someone there that could help.

Liviana smiled as Honor repeated their names. She felt a bit childish to be honest, having to carefully pick her way through words to find a common ground, but at least they were making progress. That progress was lost the moment she began speaking again. Ostwick? That was a place she had never heard of before and when she looked to Arialle for guidance all she got was another confused shrug. Well, that was great wasn't it. Vimmark was recognizable but everything else was a blank. "I'm sorry, I don't know where that is?"

Imperium. Well, at least that was something. "Yes. We both hail from Tevinter." A bit of a stretch for Arialle but not worth trying to explain right now. She doubted that it would get across clearly. At least the woman seemed to understand Darkspawn without any trouble. She also clearly understood the dangers of it. Water was a common word, and cloth. It wasn't hard to put them together and she nodded.

"Once we get back to camp. It has an underground spring." Hopefully that was understand able. By the gods this was going to exhausting. Liviana sighed, reaching up to rub at her forehead. Maybe writing woukd be easier, but she doubted. Either way they would need to get back to camp.

"She doesn't look well." Arialle spoke as she came closer, lips curved into a frown. Liviana dropped her hand, refocusing on Honor. The elf was right. She looked pale and almost disoriented. Liviana felt her heart seize in her chest. Was she already tainted? Had she contracted the disease? She had seen her fair share of men and women fall ill to the corruption of the darkspawn, she hopes that this wasn't the case.

"Are You alright?"
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HONOR TREVELYAN
 Posted: Apr 22 2018, 12:15 AM
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cherith
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This was difficult. Honor only needed another look at the women before her to know that only parts of what she said were making it through. Her understanding of their speech was about on the same level. The pain and distraction of the mark on her hand wasn't making it much easier either. The woman had indicated they had water, although none made itself readily available so Honor had to assume they didn't have it on hand. And who could blame them, she wouldn't want to carry more than necessary down in these parts either.

"This thing on my hand," Honor said, lifting her hand slowly to show off the mark, "I don't know what it is or how I got it but it hurts like hell." She curled her other hand around her wrist as she held it up, hoping the extra effort would buffer the aching in her hand. It didn't.

She shook her head unsure if she was making any sense. Chances were these women would know as little about the mark on her hand as they knew about where she came from. A bright light flashed behind her eyes as her head, blinding her temporarily. She squeezed her eyes shut and nearly fell back against the stone behind her, she leaned into her shoulder and hissed at the impact. Quickly, she put her hands back to brace herself and get upright again. But her hand felt odd, it pulsed and recoiled, a spark of green light shooting into the stone.

"Holy shit," Honor said, jumping back from the wall. "That's not me. I didn't do that." Although clearly, she had. Or the thing on her hand had… which was now part of her.

Whatever it was, she hated it. Her stomach was hollow and upset. Honor crouched down to take in a deep breath and slow her hummingbird heart. Of course all she smelled was dirt, sweat and damp stone, which didn't really help as much as she wanted it to. Eyes closed as she took in a few more deep breaths, she let herself sink down to the floor. She saw a spark, red light and a tunnel… a wall… something gold and white. And then she passed out.
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