Adventurers of the Inquisition: A Dragon Age RP (started)

[DarkRawen]

"I know...it's not an easy thing to be asked to do...but in a weird way, it puts my mind at ease."

"I know the feeling," he smiled. "You know, when I asked you about... you know, if anything goes wrong during my harrowing? Knowing that you'd chop the head of the demon, should it ever get access to my body, it made me feel like I could do it. As if my life isn't over, just yet, like I might not have to keep waiting for it to take over my body or for me to take my own life out of fear that it will be able to break me."

He healed another person, and took more than a sip of the lyrium potion. Eventually, he had to be done, but right now there seemed to be an endless stream of hurt dwarves. Luckily Kari helped them. Having heard their conversation, Nola came over as well.

"Thanks for the promise there Ash, but with luck you won't have too. If it looks like I'm in a losing fight I'll gladly cut my own throat. If I can make a request though? Use lightning, hopefully that would numb the pain."

"Really? I was planning on burning you alive or boiling your blood from inside your body," he said, though he quickly gave her a; "No; I would never" kind of shake of head. "But yes, I was thinking about that. Lightning would be best. I'm not planning on letting it get that far, though, just as I assume you guys aren't. I really don't want anyone to get hurt."

 

[IFS]

Calien found a place to sit and rest, watching the others as they talked or tried to help the dwarves. He was glad to see them setting aside the squabbles they had had on the surface, there was no room for division against whatever it was they were facing.

"Anyway, onto the main point. I believe we would have more luck scouting, but splitting from the group..."

Calien nodded, mulling this over "Yes, I think you have a point there," he said "we can't just sit here, and we need to know more about this foe."

He frowned, forehead creased in thought and then began digging around in his bag. Eventually he pulled out a small, worn copy of a book title "Tales of the Champion" with a small signature on the cover and began leafing through it. Eventually he came to the page he was looking for and stopped, jabbing his finger on it.

"Monsters made of rock, the champion of Kirkwall encountered something similar on his trip to the deep roads," he said "they called them the Profane, probably not the same thing we're facing, but it does sound similar, and the deep roads where he encountered them was the same place red lyrium was first found."

Anso snorted "Tethras's writing? Not long ago I'd have dismissed it as ridiculous, but after what I've seen lately I'm not so sure."

"And those darkspawn we encountered had red lyrium on them!" Calien said "there could be a connection."

"So now the spawn are behind this?" Anso said "why can't they just keep to digging up their blasted dragons?"

Calien looked back over the group, Ash was clearly exhausted but then all of them were tired from the battle. They could hardly rest long though, if what Anso said was true then the ghosts would be back all too soon.

"Sir, any orders?"

Calien turned to address Berund and Jarrett first "I don't suppose either of you could track the darkspawn? Find out where the ones we encountered were heading?"

Then he turned to Ash "And Ash, I know you're tired but would it be possible for you to sense the red lyrium? If there is some down here we need to find it and destroy it."

Anso chuckled "Not the best plan, but its more than I've got," he said "I can give you the reports of my scouts that made it back, not that they'll help much, and if you need a weapon well plenty of my boys can't use theirs anymore. We've too many injured to move from this position, bad as the ghosts are at least they're predictable, we'd die much faster out there with the spawn and no fortifications."

 

[Athol]

Finishing up with her last dwarf, Kari listened silently to Ash and Nola for a bit. ?Don?t kid yourselves.? She said finally, standing and stretching. ?However it goes down, it will hurt a fuck of a lot. I got caught in the outer edges of a lightning blast a while ago and?well let?s just say it was not fun. That said, anything would be preferable to what?ll happen if the ?spawn grab us.? Shivering at the thought of that, she picked up her gear. ?But this is all ?what ifs? and ?maybes?, better that we get the fuck outta this pit and not have to worry about such things at all.?

 

[DarkRawen]

"Don't kid yourselves. However it goes down, it will hurt a fuck of a lot. I got caught in the outer edges of a lightning blast a while ago and...well let's just say it was not fun. That said, anything would be preferable to what'll happen if the 'spawn grab us. But this is all 'what ifs' and 'maybes', better that we get the fuck outta this pit and not have to worry about such things at all."

"Oh, right, sorry," Ash said, sheepishly, and yawned a bit. "I didn't mean to... you know, offend, I just thought it might help not to be so grim about it..." with that, he shut his mouth and went back to work, unsure of what he could say in order to make the situation slightly less awkward.

"And Ash, I know you're tired but would it be possible for you to sense the red lyrium? If there is some down here we need to find it and destroy it."

Ash blinked, for a brief moment, distracted by his current task. It took a couple of seconds before he realized what he had been asked to do.

"What was I... oh, right. Finding red lyrium." He stood up, and started walking around, trying to sense it. While he was tired, he never really stopped being aware of the "fade stuff". Sometimes he even felt it stronger, perhaps because of him being closer to dreaming.

"Hm..." he muttered to himself, as he thought he might be sensing something. Whether it was red lyrium or not would soon be clear, the red stuff had a certain unpleasant feel to it that could not be mistaken for something else.

 

[Protocol95]

"I don't suppose either of you could track the darkspawn? Find out where the ones we encountered were heading?"

"Perfect sir. It's done." Giving a nod and grinning satisfyingly he spoke to Berund. "You've got any preperations, now's the only chance. I'm grabbing what's useful from Anso then making my move. Don't be afraid to ask for a breather though."

With a light jog Jarrett approached the defenders leader. "I'm heading scouting and I want to know if you have anything suited for that. If you try to dissuade me without decent reason, it's a waste. Pardon me, I just want to be clear that I'm determined to make a way out."

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

"You've got any preperations, now's the only chance. I'm grabbing what's useful from Anso then making my move. Don't be afraid to ask for a breather though."

The dwarf chuckled at the elf's remark, calling after him with feigned offense. "I don't know if that's a wisecrack at my age or my weight, but any more smartness an' I'll have half a mind to knock some manners into ye!"

Though Berund couldn't deny that he was relieved to have what little time there was to recuperate. He wasn't about to allow himself to lose momentum by taking too long to recover. He was a Legionnaire Scout, and by the Stone, he would press on like one.

 

[IFS]

Anso's cache of supplies was not particularly impressive, though it did contain a number of weapons and shields of different sorts all of fine dwarven make and even a few emblazoned with runes to aid in fighting the darkspawn. Any supply of healing or other restorative potions was all but exhausted, though a few bombs of different elements remained (apparently a gift from the stores at Vigils Keep). There was also a decent amount of armor, sadly not fit for any non-dwarves to wear but of high quality all the same. Some of Anso's men watched the group as they moved about the encampment, but none seemed to hold any malice in their gazes, their expressions were a mixture of hopelessness and determination.

Once the group was supplied they set out, Jarrett and Berund leading the way with the rest close behind. Anso's charts gave a rough map to the surrounding Deep Roads, matching up closely with what the group had seen coming in and providing notes that proved quite useful to scouting. Ash's own efforts at sensing for red lyrium seemed to give them direction as well, as he began to hear a sort of distorted song in the air. With their guidance it wasn't long before the group had found some oddities.

Exploring through the twisting tunnels they found a pack of darkspawn, devoured by some unknown creature, their bodies reduced to a mangled mess. But the remains showed they had found the right path, some of the spawn had vials of red lyrium on them, the sound of it ringing in Ash's ears now that he was listening for it, an awful, stressing noise. But more than that he could hear the song, free of distortions, ringing in the distance. Pure lyrium was getting close, a strong vein of it.

Continuing onwards the distortions fell behind them and ahead the tunnels split, the chart was at its end but the song could be heard loudest down the leftmost path, though those familiar enough with lyrium could hear a sort of distortion to it again, ringing softly under the more pure song. Down the other path though was a trail of darkspawn blood, whatever was devouring the monsters had dragged some bodies that way. More perceptive members of the group might have noted claw marks gouged into the walls and floor along that path, and Ash in particular could feel some sort of spell being worked in that direction, the unmistakable feel of blood magic.

"Which way do we go?" Calien asked, glancing between Ash and the rogues "or do we split up here?"

 

[Athol]

Setting out from the Dwarven barricade, Kari hung near the back in a rear guard position. When they found the savaged Darkspawn, she shuddered. Dear Maker, She thought. If you can hear me?if you are there?can we not find whatever did that. Things that ate Darkspawn were high on her ?Do Not Fuck With? list. The advance was uneventful, creepy and unsettling, but uneventful. Eventually they came to a fork in the tunnel, and down one of them was obviously the lair of whatever was chewing up the ?spawn.

"Which way do we go? Or do we split up here?"

?My professional opinion?? She said, bringing up the rear, and keeping a wary eye on the way they?d come. ?We split up we increase the chances of running into serious trouble. A pack of ?spawn that the lot of us could handle, might pose too great a challenge for a smaller party. Whatever way we go, I suggest we all go.?

 

[sage42]

Nola had tried to keep as quiet as she could in the camp. Anso actually seemed to have a decent head on his shoulders, which meant a better memory. And possibly an idea of who she had been before leaving Orzammar. Even if he did prove to be more level headed than his idiot brother, Nola didn't want to take the chance of a pissed off Noble knowing where or who she was. So she kept her helmet on her voice down, and herself away from the other dwarves until the were ready to depart.

She was only partially relieved when they left however, what they found in the lost halls of the deep roads were disturbing to say the least. Whatever could eat darkswapn on this level and still come back for more was.....bad news.

"Which way do we go? Or do we split up here?"

"My professional opinion? We split up we increase the chances of running into serious trouble. A pack of 'spawn that the lot of us could handle, might pose too great a challenge for a smaller party. Whatever way we go, I suggest we all go."

"Aye the giant speaks the truth, boss man. If there's safety in numbers on the surface, doubly so for down here. The more ears and eyes we have grouped together the better our chances."

 

[DarkRawen]

Ash didn't feel well as they walked, he felt strong influences of both red lyrium and pure lyrium, tugging at him, singing in his mind and dulling his senses. It was dangerous and unsettling, and it didn't help that he couldn't tell where the whispers came from, if they were real, the lyrium, or just him wandering more and more into madness again. He tried to keep himself occupied, look for ingredients to pick up, or something to loot, but it was difficult to do. And it was still dark, no one was talking, and he didn't want to bother Calien.

It's fine. I promised I wouldn't be in the way, I have to... I have to trust in that it's nothing. Just the lyrium.

"Which way do we go? Or do we split up here?"


"My professional opinion? We split up we increase the chances of running into serious trouble. A pack of 'spawn that the lot of us could handle, might pose too great a challenge for a smaller party. Whatever way we go, I suggest we all go."

"Aye the giant speaks the truth, boss man. If there's safety in numbers on the surface, doubly so for down here. The more ears and eyes we have grouped together the better our chances."

Ash had to agree with the women. "We're not splitting up here. It's far too dangerous. And I don't like this place." He was already grasping his staff between his hands, the orb glowing softly, fire flickering on top of it, growing in intensity every time he thought he heard or felt something. Currently, the fire was crackling, as if it was burning through something.

"One road, the left one, has... it has red lyrium, I think. I can hear the distortion it makes, and the singing, and whispering..." His voice shook a little due to him being unsure, Ash wasn't sure whether the whispering was relevant or not. "The other road has traces of blood magic. It's not my own, there's something down here, someone. I'm not sure where we're going, but... if we want to know what's going on, I suppose we have to take the path to the right." He looked at the entrance to the right path, then at his feet.

If this is it, does that mean we can leave soon?

"There's claw-marks too. Oh, and blood, like darkspawn was dragged... for the blood-magic, obviously. If they were sacrificed, then something big's happened, blood magic can be frightening once you start using other people's blood for the spells."

He started walking ahead, they needed to know what was going on. Carefully stepping around the blood, Ash minded his boots.

 

[Protocol95]

Leading the way with Berund and noting the oddities along the way, Jarrett stopped with his friend at the split path for the moment, waiting for the others to arrive and assess the situation. Thankfully it wasn't long however. "Good timing, you've all noticed the situation?" He stood quietly at the split allowing the group a moment for discussion.

"Which way do we go? Or do we split up here?"

"My professional opinion? We split up we increase the chances of running into serious trouble. A pack of 'spawn that the lot of us could handle, might pose too great a challenge for a smaller party. Whatever way we go, I suggest we all go."

"Aye the giant speaks the truth, boss man. If there's safety in numbers on the surface, doubly so for down here. The more ears and eyes we have grouped together the better our chances."

Laughing to himself at there share concern, Jarrett sighed then spoke, sounding deadpan, sarcastic and comically irritated. "But if there's the possibility of a dragon down here, we'll be safe to split right?" His expression made it clear he wouldn't let that go. "I vote right. It's more likely the immediate threat."

 

[StormShaun]

"Sorry for the shock!"

Hearing those words from Ash lit the positive thoughts of his mind, and it seemed to push his other side further away. It was a certainly a confusing personal situation for the Templar, but at least he could control a part of himself, for now. "No problem." Von said, giving a more cheerful smile and a thumbs up. Turning back to their leader and Anso, he gave a more respectful nod to the two, especially Calien, before leaving the conversation.

Walking around the encampment, the mood was as dark as the environment. Some of the dwarves seemed to have a fire in their eyes, while others seemed to beg for death to come for them, or as known in their culture, return them to the stone. Yet as seen before, would that be anything good for them, or would they become another specter in the eternal war that seemed to plague parts of the Deep Roads?

This place was a lesson to everyone, that anywhere and everywhere can be dark and full of monsters. Shaking those dark thoughts out of his mind, Von found the supplies, took a couple of health potions, a shield, and knelt down for the rest of the preparation time, praying for everyone within this place. Feeling his heart lighter than before, the group departed for deeper paths.

The time seemed to pass both fast and slow, for some areas, Von was calm and steady, other times he was alert, looking upon every shadow for those fiendish Shrieks to come out to fight. It soon came to him that this is the definition of "living nightmare". Looking upon Ash, the Templar could tell the Lyrium was affecting him as well. While it may sound different, Lyrium had a scratching sound, as if the addiction was just begging to taste a little bit.

Coming to the point where vials of red Lyrium decorated the half-chewed bodies of Darkspawn, Von was biting on his own finger. Instead of light scratching, it was violent clawing that echoed within his head. Letting go of his index finger, Von bit his lip. In his position of the pack, he was several paces behind Ash, and a couple in front of Kari. While the human felt somewhat annoyed of her attitude before, right now, he shared the feelings she wore. Von's body couldn't help but tense up as his mind wondered what did this.

The group continued on, and as they drew away from the red Lyrium, the soft scratching came back, and to Von, that was a dream in itself. When the group came across the split path, blood, and the possible feeling of blood magic, the Templar started muttering silent prayers.

"Which way do we go? Or do we split up here?"

Easily thinking up on his own decision, it seemed that everyone shared Von's thoughts. A larger pack was a safer pack, at least when it came to the hordes of Darkspawn that seemed to hide forever in the damned cave networks. Lifting his own lantern, Von could spot the monster marks, and that only sent a worse shiver down his spine. Blood magic and a giant monster, it spelled nothing good. Not only that, but combined with the element of Darkspawn and the eternal maze that is the Deep Roads, it was as if hope to see the sun again was thinning out.

"But if there's the possibility of a dragon down here, we'll be safe to split right?"

"If we're forced to. As I was talking about with Calien, those Shrieks could be anyway, waiting for us to depart from one another, and that... well, you don't want." Von spoke up, his face somewhat determined, and somewhat afraid. It took him a second, but he became a lot more calmer. "I too... would like the pack to stick together. Also, the right path seems better. Red Lyrium only seems to, worsen, my problem."

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

"Which way do we go?" Calien asked, glancing between Ash and the rogues "or do we split up here?"

"Well, much 's I'd like ta see what's holdin' all that red Lyrium," Berund began, scratching his scruffy chin with eyes turned towards the path on the left as he considered the possibilities. His gaze returned to Calien and offered a shrug and a wide smile. "But, consensus seems ta point in the opposite direction, s'pose right it'll have ta be. 'Sides, I'm far more inclined to meet what's been killin' the 'spawn is such great swaths and personally shake its hand."

 

[IFS]

"But, consensus seems ta point in the opposite direction, s'pose right it'll have ta be. 'Sides, I'm far more inclined to meet what's been killin' the 'spawn is such great swaths and personally shake its hand."

"Right it is then, since we're all agreed," Calien said, returning Berund's broad grin with a nervous smile of his own "I suppose the lyrium isn't going anywhere after all."

Slowly the group began to move down the tunnel, walking past steadily deepening claw marks and the growing stench of darkspawn blood. Foul magic could be felt in the air itself, sounds of chanting a magic incantation spoken in a guttural voice, alongside the tearing and chewing of flesh. Then at last the tunnel widened into a vast chamber, broken columns and mosaics were scattered on the ground and in the center of it all stood a pile of darkspawn corpses. Feasting on them was a monster unlike anything the group had ever seen.

It stood almost ten feet tall and was much longer, the closest animal it could be compared to would be a centipede or perhaps a spider. A long body plated with natural armor with numerous insectoid legs jutting from it, jagged fragments of red lyrium broke the otherwise smooth black chitin. The only part of the thing that was not covered in this armor was its face, which was white flesh caked in filth and blood, like some toad-like approximation of a human face. The thing's legs ended in vicious claws, and some legs were much longer than others, these raked through the pile of bodies slicing them into thin strips and delivering the foul meat to the beasts maw. Any familiar with the events of the darkspawn raids some ten years ago might recognize this thing as one of 'the children' but even for those creatures it was huge.

It was not alone in the room however, a single hurlock emissary stood nearby, chanting its spell. With each word and gesture power resonated through the air, and the flesh of the monstrous 'childer' seemed to flow as the spell washed over it. Such a spell was surely more complex than what an ordinary darkspawn was capable of and the emissary was utterly absorbed in it, just as the monster was in its meal leaving the group unnoticed for the time being.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Berund took it upon himself to maintain a strong lead, occasionally stopping to examine the deep gouges in the stone walls. He knew not many creatures could make those sort of markings, at least of those that dwelled in the Roads. They weren't the signs of crude tool work. They were made as mindlessly as footprints in the dirt. The same could be said for the swaths of darkspawn blood that painted the tunnel. There was little difference in the markings than the crushed bramble made from a bear in search for berries. But this creature's appetite was for something gruesome. And the dwarf had a feeling that it was none too particular about who it ate.

When the group moved into the clearing, Berund observed the beast's feasting from a cautious distance. He'd heard of The Children in his time in the Legion but until now hadn't seen one for himself. It was far uglier than any stories had described. And far more harrowing. He was thinking of his first move as he wrung his hands around the shaft of his maul. He was going to take the initiative while there was opportunity. Finally his hands rested and he took a deep breath. He knew what to do.

"How's this fer a handshake?" Berund muttered as he took a few paces forward. His strides were great in length and in the same motion he raised his hands over his head with the maul at his back. On his last step forward, throwing all his strength and weight into his movement, he swung his arms forward and loosed the maul from his grip. His weapon was propelled through the air, almost singing as it flew.

The maul struck the emissary in the back with a loud CLANG that reverberated throughout the cavern, interrupting the spell and nearly flooring the hurlock. It staggered as it recovered, muttering curses at the dwarf's intrusion. It raised a jagged gloved finger towards the former Legionnaire, accusatory and spiteful.

"Yeah, that's right, ye gibberish-spouting bug charmer," Berund shouted, withdrawing his axes with a dexterous twirl and a quick flick of the wrists as he steadily walked towards the emissary. "Me."

 

[Athol]

Watching the back of the group as they moved on, Kari got more and more uneasy as they advanced. It wasn?t so much the dark, the ever deepening gouges or even the Maker damned stench; it was the thought of dying down here. She?d grown up and lived in the woods, only even visiting the small town near her home infrequently, so finding herself surrounded by stone on all sides was starting to get to her.

Easy girl, She thought. You could handle Val Royaux. You can handle this; at least on the Deep Roads you know who your enemies are. Giving herself a mental shake to steady her mind, she caught up with the others. [small]?By the Dread Wolf!?[/small] She muttered softly as she saw the Hurlock and the?thing?that was obviously responsible for all the dead ?spawn.

Okay, Von suppresses the? Her line of thought was brought to a screaming halt as Berund charged forward and nailed the emissary with his flying hammer. ?I swear to any Gods listening, if we survive this I?m going to beat that man to death with his own hammer.? She growled. She?d been hoping to do w something similar to what Berund had fucked up last time; get the mage focused down quickly by most of the party while the remaining members kept the heavy weight distracted.

Tightening her grip she moved forward, towards the insect-like abomination. ?Von, Jarrett, Cailen help that dumb fuck! Ash, Nola on me!? She shouted, breaking into a charge with her sword held forward like a spearman about to face a cavalry charge. Reaching the creature with haste, she attempted to drive her blade home in the soft spot between a leg and the body.

 

[DarkRawen]

"Right it is then, since we're all agreed, I suppose the lyrium isn't going anywhere after all."

"I'd rather not go there at all," Ash admitted, then went to follow. He was very well aware of that they were going in the likely most dangerous direction, but it didn't scare him much. It worried him, sure, but fear was a difficult emotion to him.

The most frightening out there is in the fade, after all.

Even so, he knew that dying was not on his list of things to do, and that he would rather keep being frightened than dying. Sometimes, he wondered if he wasn't just being a little too stubborn, perhaps it would be better to just give up.

Ashtalan stopped in his thought and walk, as he noticed the darkspawn. One attempting to do something with blood magic, the other being a large insect-like creature he had never seen before. Whatever the emissary was doing, it was affecting the creature, the flesh flowing, pulsing, along with the chanting. His initial reaction was to wait, perhaps listen to one of the others giving him a task, but instead, as he saw Berund attack the emissary, he decided to use blood-magic, try to hold the larger creature paralyzed so that the dwarf wouldn't get himself murdered.

"Von, Jarrett, Cailen help that dumb fuck! Ash, Nola on me!"

"Already on it," Ash replied, feeling his control over the blood inside the creature, ripping at it and boiling it, forcing the creature to stand still. Or at least he hoped it would be sufficient. Ash kept his distance as he attacked it, he didn't particularly like the idea of having blood magic used on him either. Still, his eyes was kept on the large... bug-like, armoured thing.

What in Andraste's bloody name is that?

He was curious, but he also sort of wanted it dead, and kept holding it in place. He was careful not to mess too much with the blood where Kari was aiming, would be rather terrible if she got boiling blood all over her, after all.

Last thing she needs is a boiling blood shower.

Well, at least it was on the list of things she probably would not appreciate.

 

[Protocol95]

"Right it is then, since we're all agreed, I suppose the lyrium isn't going anywhere after all."

"We can only hope now," Jarrett said uneasily. "Something could move it, so let's hurry."

"I'd rather not go there at all."

"But would you rather let the lyrium fester and harm?" Jarrett said as he moved by Ash towards the front of the group, not stopping to look the mage in the eye.

As the group continued on and noticed the emissary and the monster next to it Jarrett stopped dead in his tracks. "That maggot..." So disgusted by the thing in front of them, his body and voice became devoid of emotion. Jarrett's only visible movement being his eyes tracking the monster and the reveal of his hidden blades held between his fingers. On the inside however, he could think of nothing but ripping such a monstrosity in as many cruel ways as possible. Lost in thought for but a second, his eyes instantly shifted to Berund making his move, curious as to what the dwarf's "plan" might be.

"Von, Jarrett, Cailen help that dumb fuck! Ash, Nola on me!"

"Von give me an opening first." Not bothering to complain aloud that Kari had asked him to deal with the emissary instead of the monster, Jarrett calmly walked into the shadows. Now hidden, he moved into a small jog approaching the Hurlock, waiting for the prime opportunity.

 

[StormShaun]

Everything from before was quickly thrown out of mind, as the monstrosity came into sight. Now the Templar's thoughts remained on the insect-like beast. To put it plain and simple, it was something out of a myth, tale, or a fast spreading nightmare. Yet this was something of flesh, blood, and something beyond the veil of reality. If anyone wasn't somewhat shocked at the being, Von would have the nerve to call them a monster, for no race, surface or Deep Road, could see this thing as normal.

Trying to keep the thing in his sights, the sudden moves of Berund had all eyes on him. Witnessing the dwarf charge into a very different battle scenario, the Templar had no idea to call him courageous, or insanely stupid. Right now, the latter spoke to him, and judging reactions, many shared the thought. "Oh... so much for a plan, eh?" He jested half out of anger, and half out of fear.

"Von, Jarrett, Cailen help that dumb fuck! Ash, Nola on me!"

"...Yeah... yeah, I'm fine with that order." He muttered to the Qunari. Within a flash, his blades were out, and he entered the fight, but not before spotting Ash, and his extreme power concentrated on the unknown monster. A growing respect fell upon Von, so as his figure rushed by, he spoke up. "I don't care what others say anymore, if that magic can hold that thing in place, it is a damn godsend!" Von said before charging by with a somewhat confident chuckle.

"Von give me an opening first."

Hearing the elf's voice, he shook his head. "I hate orders, but I'm on it." Von called out, replacing one sword for his little shield he borrowed earlier. His steps fell heavy as he approached Berund and his confrontation against the Emissary, yet with a hard pound against the stone, he launched himself into the air. With a twist of his body and wrist, the shield was shot forth towards the Darkspawn magic user. As the Templar landed, a noise described as THUNK, could be heard by the trio in the area.

Looking back upon the fight, the shield was on the ground, but the Emissary now had a dent in his head, and stumbled as if he challenged a dwarf to a drinking challenge. "Jarrett, kill it!" He called out, knowing that he wouldn't even need to say such a thing. At the moment, Von certainly had the urge to 'relay' both his and Kari's feelings, but he felt it would be something better to do after the fight.

 

[Protocol95]

"I hate orders, but I'm on it."

With the order underway, Jarrett's body language regained significant motion and he started quietly giggling with glee. Stopping in his tracks as Von delivered his attack Jarrett stood a few meters away from the emissary. He then began to position his feet at an angle ready to dash behind the Hurlock as the shield Von threw fell to the ground. With the dent in the Hurlock's head, all subtlety was abandoned and Jarrett's laughter echoed throughout the cave loud and maniacal.

"HeheheAHHAH! Weakling, Weakling, WEAKLING!" And flicking his fingers a storm of small blades flew forward at the dent. Leaping with his right foot and drawing his primary daggers before the blades hit their mark, it didn't take more than a moment to get in position for a back attack. With a true maniac's laugh he lunged at the Hurlock's skull, hoping to slam the small blades deeper by forcing the Hurlock forward.