"Andraste's tits," One-Eye growled at the sight of the guards, then glowered at the woman and her dog. "Right, you and your mutt keep an eye on my ship and this bitch while I go talk to the riff-raff. And don't you tell her a damn thing."
He stumped off to intercept the guards. Cauthrien watched him go, wondering if he expected her to try to beat him to them.
“If you were wondering, now would be a good time to leave,” she advised the other woman calmly. “Unless you're sure there's nothing illegal in that ship he's got you guarding.”
Post by Clara Shaltin on Jun 19, 2017 13:04:03 GMT -5
“If you were wondering, now would be a good time to leave, unless you're sure there's nothing illegal in that ship he's got you guarding.” Cauthrien advised. Clara shook her head. Of course, she wasn't sure about anything with this man. But she couldn't just up and go. The man was paying her, after all, and he knew that she was a mage. Her magical ability was the only thing that got her hired to do this job in the first place. And now that he knew, the only thing that kept him from turning her in was this job. But she wasn't about to tell the Warden this. She wasn't sure how affiliated they were with templars and she already had too many close calls in this year alone.
"If I leave, then I don't get paid," she hissed instead. Let the woman think she was being selfish. As long as she was still free, she didn't really care.
"If I leave, then I don't get paid," the woman protested angrily.
Suit yourself. It was what Cauthrien should have said as she was walking away, but she did neither. She knew desperation when she heard it, saw it, and the girl had the look of one who had missed more than a few meals of late.
"Look, I'll give you two sovereigns to walk away now," she snapped in an undertone, watching One-Eye and the guards. Cauthrien had the coin, and it would give the young woman sufficient breathing room that she'd have time to look for better work. Whether she had the sense or not was out of the Warden's hands. "Whatever this bastard is up to, I can promise that you don't want any part of it."
Post by Clara Shaltin on Jun 23, 2017 23:17:52 GMT -5
"Look, I'll give you two sovereigns to walk away now," Cauthrien's offer had an edge of impatience. "Whatever this bastard is up to, I can promise that you don't want any part of it." It was a tempting offer. She could get a good supply of food with that as well as some new supplies. If she haggled enough, she might even have enough money left over for a new journal and a pen and ink to go with it. But there was still the issue of the fact that this man knew she was a mage. But if they got to One-Eye first, then perhaps it wouldn't matter.
Before she could answer though, One-Eye approached the docks, the guards following behind him. "Of course, Sers, you can examine my ship," the Captain was saying. He hung back, and gave Clara an odd look of pushing them forward onto the gangplank. "Right this way, please." As the guards moved forward, One-Eye quietly withdrew a sword from his belt and with one quick and clean movement sliced the broad blade through the armor and across the neck of one of the guards. The other guard screamed as his partner's head fell off his body and rolled off the gangplank and into the sea. One-Eye pointed his now blood-spattered sword in the direction of the other guard and smiled ruthlessly. "You're next, boyo!"
Before the young woman could respond to Cauthrien’s offer, One-Eye returned with the guards. “Of course, Sers, you can examine my ship,” he told them in a genial tone that should have sent warning flags flying. “Right this way, please.”
He motioned them onto the gangplank, and the fools both turned their backs on him to comply. To be honest, though, even Cauthrien wasn’t expecting the sailor to do what he did, which was to draw his sword and take the head off of the nearest of the guards with one brutal stroke.
The head splashed into the water, while the body dropped, blood spraying from the stump of the neck onto the second guard, whose scream was cut short by the sight of One-Eye’s blade leveled at him. “You’re next, boyo,” the sailor taunted him with a grin.
Fuck this. Cauthrien dropped her hand to the hilt of the mace that hung at her right hip, a sharp tug snapping the leather lanyard. Stepping in, she swung the mace in an overhand arc that ended atop the head of One-Eye, who had evidently been fool enough to discount her as a threat. He dropped to the dock like a stone beside his victim’s corpse, the bloody divot in his skull suggesting that the position would be permanent.
The Warden snapped her head around to glare at the young woman. “You even look like you’re thinking about it, and I swear to the Maker I’ll turn you over my knee and paddle your fool ass,” she growled, her peripheral vision alert for any sign of the rest of the ship’s crew.
Post by Clara Shaltin on Jun 30, 2017 12:35:22 GMT -5
Clara stared at the headless corpse, not sure what to do. Cauthrien didn't help matters. She pulled the mace off from her waist and slammed it right on top of One-Eye's head. His body fell to join the other one before Cauthrien turned her head, her eyes now full of suspicion. “You even look like you’re thinking about it, and I swear to the Maker I’ll turn you over my knee and paddle your fool ass." Clara raised up her arms, the staff still in hand, and was about to say that she had no intention of dying today when a yell came from behind them back on the docks. The rest of the crew had just finished drinking at the pub and were finally returning, their bellies distended from the heavy amounts of ale they took in.
"Did you see that?! That Warden just killed the Captain! Kill her!" They swarmed the docks, surrounding them. "Oi, girl!" Shouted one of the men. Clara recognized it as the first mate. He was standing in front of the men, his sword pointing toward Cauthrien and the guard like all the others. "Do what the Captain paid you for, and kill this bitch and her guard!"
Clara's eyes darted between the Warden and the crew, trying to decide whether she would rather be skewered at the end of a sword or given a nice neat hole in the head. Jam was near Clara's heels, growling furiously. But it wasn't Cauthrien whom he was growling at, it was the crew. For a short moment, Clara hoped silently that she was betting on the right horse before shooting a fist of stone straight into the first mate's bloated stomach. It sent him flying back into the crowd, falling on his arse some distance away. "JAM, attack!" Clara commanded and without hesitating, her faithful dog jumped into the fray.
The girl raised her hands defensively, not seeming interested in sharing her employer's fate, but before she could speak, another voice rang out:
"Did you see that?!” Half a dozen men that looked to have half a dozen teeth between them were striding quickly along the dock toward this berth. “That Warden just killed the Captain! Kill her!"
Could this afternoon possibly get any worse? Letting the mace fall to the dock, Cauthrien swept the Summer Sword from its sheath, the silverite gleaming wickedly in the sun. That slowed their advance, thoughts of their own potential mortality working their way to the front of whatever ale-soaked shit they were using for brains.
"Oi, girl!" one of them shouted, jabbing his sword in Cauthrien's direction. "Do what the Captain paid you for, and kill this bitch and her guard!"
Evidently, she had to think about it, eyes shifting warily between Cauthrien and what must be the ship's crew while her dog glowered unambiguously at the men, hackles standing on end and lips skinned back from his teeth in a threatening snarl. Behind Cauthrien, a piercing whistle rang out: the surviving guard, summoning reinforcements.
She turned her attention back to the sailors just as a sizable stone shot through the air, catching the one who'd been shouting orders in his ample belly and knocking him through the air and onto his equally ample ass. On the heels of that came the shout: “JAM, attack!”
A mage. Just sodding perfect, but there was no time for Cauthrien to ponder just what she had done to piss the Maker off today. The remaining five had been distracted by the unexpected stoning of the sixth. Stepping in quickly, Cauthrien swept the sword down, then up and over, bringing it down in a brutal hammer strike that hit at the junction of neck and shoulder on the nearest, cleaving through flesh and bone down into the torso. She stepped back, sliding her blade free, and the dead man collapsed to the dock in a spray of blood, the look of stupid surprise still on his face. “Who's fucking next?” Cauthrien roared, putting every ounce of her current frustration into her words, more than ready to kill every mother's son of them, if they were stupid enough to attack. To her right, the guard had descended from the gangplank, his own sword drawn. To her left, the dog was advancing. Beyond the sailors, she could see at least half a dozen guards racing toward them, shouts and bells undoubtedly summoning still more, and beyond that, the telltale gleam of Chantry-issued armor.
As the sailors hesitated, Cauthrien slid two more steps to her left and risked a glance back. “Run, damn it,” she said in an undertone. “If the templars get here, I'm not going to be able to help you. Run!”
Post by Clara Shaltin on Jul 4, 2017 16:35:12 GMT -5
Evidently, One-Eye hadn't bothered to tell his men that he had hired a mage. They stared wide-eyed as their first mate went flying. They didn't notice when Jam jumped into the fray and jumped on the closest one, who fell back and hit his head hard on the wood. Nor did they notice when Cauthrien took out her sword and cleaved through another.
“Who's fucking next?” Cauthrien shouted. Clara watched the hustle around her as more guards came streaming forward onto the dock. But there weren't just normal city guards. Clara felt her blood turn to ice when she saw bright red and white shields with swords embossed in the center among the others. She watched them come forward, the only thing she was conscious of was the roaring echoes in her brain about how incredibly stupid she was.
“Run, damn it." Cauthrien's voice sounded like it was miles away rather than a few steps while everything seemed to slow down. “If the templars get here, I'm not going to be able to help you. Run!” Clara tried to move, but her legs felt like stone. She forced them to take a step back, then two, the armored templars taking what felt like ages to get closer. Clara could hear Jam barking and she stumbled when she felt him ram into him. All at once, she saw everything at its normal speed once more. Her legs felt lighter and she turned on her heels and ran with Jam behind her.
Meanwhile, the first mate had finally got to his feet, the three remaining crew members still staring at him. "Don't just stand there!" he yelled, "Unless you want to get yourselves arrested,turn around and fight!" The crew turned and fear filled their faces as they watched the hoards of guards and templars running toward them, with an angry looking warden at the front. They pulled their weapons from where they had kept them, then promptly took off down the docks at a run.
It felt like forever before the girl turned and ran; the dog looked up from the sailor he’d bowled over and charged after his mistress, barking and nearly taking her down when he bumped into her. They steadied and bolted off, leaving Cauthrien and the guard facing three wide-eyed sailors, with guards and templars closing in.
"Don't just stand there!" the first mate raged at them as he got to his feet. "Unless you want to get yourselves arrested, turn around and fight!"
As pep talks went, it was decidedly lackluster, so Cauthrien wasn’t surprised when the trio bolted. Leaving that roundup to the incoming guards, she took a step towards the first mate, sword poised. “The only way you’ll leave this dock alive is if you’re arrested,” she warned him in a flat voice, wondering what in blazes was on that ship that was worth killing for or dying for.
Post by Clara Shaltin on Jul 11, 2017 18:55:16 GMT -5
The first mate watched in dismay as the rest of his crewmates ran away from him. “The only way you’ll leave this dock alive is if you’re arrested,” said Cauthrien. The first mate was seething with hatred. For a moment he stared down the point of Cauthrien's sword vehemently before finally dropping the sword which fell onto the wood with a clunk.
Clara hadn't reached the end of the docks before they were approaching Cauthrien in droves. If she kept running, they would catch her up for sure. In a desperate move, Clara quickly hoisted Jam off his feet. He whined in protest and Clara could barely stand up with him in his arms, but she didn't pay much attention. She jumped off the dock and into the ocean below. The water was freezing and some of it got into her mouth as she slogged her way underneath the dock, holding on to one of the pillars so she wouldn't float away. Then she waited with baited breath for all of them to move.
The first mate glared at Cauthrien for a long moment before releasing his hold on his sword, letting it clatter to the dock. Immediately, the guard stepped past her. “On your knees, you sorry bastard!” he shouted, brandishing his own blade, and the sailor complied as the one that the dog had knocked down looked up with wide eyes, showing no inclination toward moving.
The other three sailors were surrounded by a group of guards and looked to be surrendering as the pair of templars strode past them without a sideways glance. “We felt magic being used,” the first, a woman wearing a knight-lieutenant’s insignia barked, looking around suspiciously.
“Might’ve been that one,” Cauthrien offered, nodding to the one she’d killed as she cleaned the Summer Sword before returning it to its scabbard. “He was saying something before I split him down the middle.” The guard whose ass she had saved gave her a curious glance, but kept his mouth shut, while the templars examined the corpse as though they were planning to interrogate it.
“Not sure what’s on that ship, but they were all keen to keep anyone from finding out,” she went on, stepping away from the gangplank, hoping to turn attention in that direction and away from the almighty splash that the girl and dog had made jumping off the dock into the water. “They thought it worth killing for, whatever it is.”
Last Edit: Jul 31, 2017 19:00:03 GMT -5 by Cauthrien
Post by Clara Shaltin on Jul 19, 2017 19:25:33 GMT -5
“On your knees, you sorry bastard!” The first mate complied to these orders, slowly sinking down onto the wooden planks. He watched hopelessly as the rest of his crew were surrounded and quickly followed suit.
Clara waited underneath the dock. Jam opened his mouth to whine a complaint, but she grabbed his muzzle and forced it closed. She was already immediately regretting this decision. To start with, Jam hated swimming and he wouldn't be happy until they got out of the water. Second, she wasn't sure how long it would be until the templars would leave - and how long she could hold on to the pole. She couldn't swim very well and there was no telling what would happen to her if she let go. Third, this was one of the most uncomfortable of hiding places. The water felt like it was soaking every inch of her being. Waves of icy salt water hit her continuously, each one like a shower of sharp pins. She dared not try and swim away from her cover for fear that she might get caught. She listened carefully to the conversation above her. Cauthrien hadn't ratted her out, for that, she was grateful.
“Not sure what’s on that ship, but they were all keen to keep anyone from finding out,” Cauthrien was saying. “They thought it worth killing for, whatever it is.”
"And we aren't going to tell you a thing!" shouted the first mate. The other sailors nodded emphatically. They didn't dare have their own opinions, the Captain never allowed it. Now, they deferred to the first mate, the next best thing.
"And we aren't going to tell you a thing!" the first mate bellowed defiantly.
“You don’t have to,” the guard informed him. “Your captain murdered my partner, and you and your mates were trying to do the same to me. This ship is hereby impounded in the name of Teyrn Cousland, and you’re all under arrest. Take them away.” As the sailors were herded roughly away, he turned to Cauthrien. “I’m in your debt, Warden. That bastard would have killed me along with Marks.” He glanced toward the two templars, who were still lingering, peering behind crates and barrels suspiciously. “Care to have a look on board with me?”
Cauthrien nodded and followed him up the gangplank. Technically, it was none of her business, but she’d killed two men over whatever was on that ship. She wanted to know what it was.
“The girl was the mage, wasn’t she?” the guard asked her in a low voice when they were alone on the bow. “You let her run.” There was no accusation in his voice; only curiosity.
“She fought on our side when it came to fighting,” she replied with a shrug. “I figured I owed her that much. If she gets involved in any more trouble, you can always turn her in. With that big dog, she’s hard to miss.”
He nodded his agreement, then turned to the guards who had just stepped onto the deck. “Spread out and search,” he ordered them. “Every inch of this ship. If you have to pull up the deck boards, do it!”
Post by Clara Shaltin on Jul 26, 2017 19:39:16 GMT -5
After a while, Clara heard the receding footsteps of people above. Carefully, she moved away from the dock and tried to crane her neck above so she could see, but to no avail. She wasn't sure if there were anyone still left, but she wasn't about to get out of the water from here. "Jam, come," she called quietly. Reluctantly, the dog followed her and they quietly swam up the coast.
“Spread out and search. Every inch of this ship. If you have to pull up the deck boards, do it!” Under the Tom the Guard's orders, a systematic search of the ship began. The top deck yielded nothing interesting and the same was true as the decks below. The guard stroked his chin thoughtfully. Surely there had to be something here that was worth dying over. But where was it?
One of the other guards approached him with the answer. "Sir," he said, "we believe we found a secret compartment in the ship."
"Really?" said Tom, his curiosity spiking anew. "Show me." The other guard led him and Cauthrien to the back wall of the ship. A plank had been pulled open, revealing a large hole. But it didn't lead to the sea outside, instead there was a room full of crates almost as high as Tom's stubbled chin.
"Shall we open the crates, sir?" asked the guard that led them there.
"What do you think? Of course, open the crates. I want to see what they were smuggling." Another guard came forward. He took is sword and made an almighty stab through one of the crates. He did it several times before he was able to remove a couple of the planks which had been nailed together across the top. "Well, i'll be-" Inside the crates were hundreds of smaller boxes, filled to the brim with hundreds of gold coins worth of lyrium.
The word 'lyrium' brought the two templars running like bees to honey, and a spirited argument immediately broke out as to who had jurisdiction over the find. Cauthrien had no intention of pressing a claim for the Wardens, so she made her way off the ship and along the dock toward the place where she'd heard the splash, hoping that both the girl and the dog could swim.
There they were … swimming steadily away from the docks, unseen by those whose attention had been drawn to the ruckus aboard the smugglers' ship. Cauthrien kept walking until she was at the far end of the docks, well away from guards and templars, then settled on a crate, withdrew the Summer Sword from its sheath and began to give it a more thorough cleaning, getting the blood out of the engraving along the blade, keeping one eye on the progress of mage and dog.
Before using the Shoutbox, please read the Guidelines. If you have Questions, Please contact a Moderator first.
JWhitey: Is anyone around?
Sept 10, 2017 1:11:36 GMT -5
Innes Cameron: Hello, JWhitey! If you need to speak to someone, PM one of the Staff directly (if you haven't already!) ;D
Sept 10, 2017 4:39:25 GMT -5
JWhiteyGames: Hello! And thanks! I did. I was just looking to see if anyone was on in general. After reading the guidelines and peeking a bit more though, I realized the box isn't used the same as before.
Sept 10, 2017 13:58:14 GMT -5
ann: *peeks head in* So, returning rp'er to the dragon age universe. I was wondering who of the staff one should poke about character concept? Just to run it by and get and oki.
Sept 17, 2017 11:35:05 GMT -5
Innes Cameron: Welcome to WV, ann! Feel free to PM any of us about a character concept and we'll get back to you shortly. If we need to consult with the other Staff about the idea first, we'll let you know ;D
Sept 17, 2017 14:01:09 GMT -5
Marius Whitby: If you're looking at a templar character, hit me up!
Sept 17, 2017 20:28:15 GMT -5
ann: I was originally but given the current state of timeline I went with a slightly different route^^ will keep it in mind, Marius!
Sept 18, 2017 12:00:52 GMT -5
Cyan: Wow I'm surprised this site is still active. Good job people.
Sept 19, 2017 20:49:59 GMT -5
Cyn: Don't thank us, thank Kahrin Quirke Ainsley, she's the one running around here putting out fires and fixing up hull breaches with duct tape.
Sept 19, 2017 21:52:11 GMT -5
Hanamene Thornecroft: New to the game! Just wanted to say hello whilst I build my char profile. Any updates to the game's world state I ought to know about? In addition to the OOC info threads, I mean - i.e. active/major story-lines to consider. PM me for the latter.
Sept 20, 2017 12:07:39 GMT -5
Leliana: Welcome to WV, Hanamene Thornecroft! If you check out the various links beneath 'Site Links' on the left hand side, that will give you all the information you need to know! If you have specific queries, however, please contact a member of staff.
Sept 20, 2017 12:55:22 GMT -5
Kahrin Quirke Ainsley: Hi Sol! The shoutbox isn't the best place to communicate, as not everyone can see it all the time! But! Welcome! Have a look around, and if you have any questions, contact myself or any member of the Staff.
Sept 28, 2017 17:48:52 GMT -5
Fergus Cousland: In case anyone was wondering. Discord is currently reetting per their Twitter
Oct 13, 2017 18:16:01 GMT -5