The First Blight: Curse of Dumat [RP/Closed]

[Cinnonym]

Ghil smirked at Alrik's words. He could be a good teammate, when he wasn't putting his knee in her ribs.

Separated from the others, Ghil stood close to the elder and spoke lowly. She expected that her firm presence, and her height, would remind him how quickly she would return to breaking necks. "The Tevinters wish to ally against the Darkspawn. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. If you wish to keep your people alive against these monsters, then you have no choice but to agree." She shifted her weight, tilting her head to one side. "They have made Grey Wardens of us, and we are strong. Stronger than anything you've ever seen. So, I expect that you'll understand what I mean by 'no choice'."

 

[duckflesh]

"We have lasted this long, haven't we? What makes you think we need help? And from the Tevinters? We've heard from traders that the Darkspawn are their fault to begin with! I can't imagine how, but who knows what their foul magicks might be capable of?"

This seemed to trigger a new idea, and he took a step back from her. "They 'made' you a Grey Warden? What does that mean? What did they do to you?"

 

[FortyThree]

"Sul, hide behind me and blast away if they move to attack."

Diocles sheathed his knives, though only as a cover as he moved his feet to attempt to feel for his bow beneath the canvas. Needing an additional distraction, and figuring he couldn't possibly make the situation worse, he threw in a cheeky wink to the nearest tribeswoman.

 

[ShadowFolk]

There was no relief. Ghil had gone off and there were still rather large, rather scary people watching them. She did not have to be told twice, to hide. She very slowly made her way over to Diocles, not wanting to make a sudden movement. Sulahn'nehn fiddled with her fingers, nervously keeping an eye on the barbarians.

She hoped magic was unnecessary. But that hope was fading fast.

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil's jaw clenched tightly and her body tensed in defense of the quiet accusation. "You don't know the reasons. You don't understand--don't make assumptions. I am still of the Clayne!"

Thaedrin slowly rose to his feet, but he looked ready to run or to cast at any moment. He murmured to his Wardens, "Are we really to stand here like this? And wait for them to put those axes in us? This is insane."

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin glanced at the archer's feet. He could see he was kicking around the canvas looking for his weapon. The rogue remembered hitting it on his way out. He cleared his throat and scuffed the ground between them knocking it closer to the human.

He fully expected Ghil to yell at any moment and being the battle. And he did not wish for any of them to be unprepared, no matter how he actually felt about them.

 

[duckflesh]

He snorted. "Fine. But why would we ally with a people weaker than us? If YOU wish to fight the Darkspawn with us, fine, but we have no use for Tevinters. We could kill your whole party without thought. They are like newborn babes."

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Alrik nodded. "Not smart. Should kill them. But Commander will be angry if no try to talk."

He shrugged. "Will get axe."

He began digging through the canvas of his tent.

The barbarian who Diocles winked at stumbled back a few steps in surprise, as if he'd shot an arrow at her. She muttered something to one of her companions.

 

[Cinnonym]

"If you could see what I see every night, you would not be so stubborn. But I expected this. I know your kind, as well as I know my own. We'll do this the old-fashioned way. My Wardens will prove their worth to you, and you'll submit to their authority. I won't take no for an answer, old man. If we do not band together--all the tribes, all the kings, and the Tevinters--the Darkspawn will overrun us all."

Ghil took a step back and folded her arms, "Choose your champion."

 

[FortyThree]

"Thanks, Ulrin.."

Diocles blinked. He didn't think the barbarians would let him, but Alrik knew best. He dispensed with pretense and pulled out his bow and quivers, replacing the latter on his person.

"It's a shame, at a range this close, and such big easy targets, I can't really show off-They'll be too easy."

Diocles grinned confidently, following up with a slight thrust of his hips.

 

[Rosen2012]

"I'd rather you save the showing off for when the situation is in our favor," The elf shook his head. "The quicker we can take them down, the better for us..." He looked off the direction Ghil had left.

If only they didn't have to.

 

[ShadowFolk]

"Diocles." she whispered sharply. "Is that necessary?"

Sulahn'nehn glanced back to where her tent once stood. She'd forgotten her staff and she didn't want to enter a fight without it. That was if it came to that. However, if she went to get it now, would the sight of a staff set them off?

 

[duckflesh]

The old man laughed "Very well! Ozur the Eldest admires your spirit, Clayne-maiden! Our champion is Ragnar; he is the tall one. And yours? If they fight like a man and not like a boy-lover, then we can talk."

He began leading her back to the campsite. "And not you or the bearded one. That would prove nothing!"

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The Almarri tensed as the Wardens began retrieving their weapons, but did not attack. The woman made some more comments to her companion.

"She want to... hmm, do not know Tevene word," Alrik said to Diocles, finally untangling his axe from the tent ropes. "She want to sex you, but... bad way. Sex you to death? Thaedrin, what is Tevene word?"

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin looked over at Alrik and Diocles. His expression was one of, confusion, or perhaps disturbance with his mouth slightly open. He then turned away shaking his head and muttering to himself about just staying focused on the battle they had coming.

 

[FortyThree]

"I.. Huh. I keep my sex and murder separate, thank you. .. And -we're- the perverts. .. Which is fair, I mean, I probably am."

He had momentarily forgotten Sul's presence behind him in his shock. He realized she was after, but didn't regret it. She should know.

 

[Cinnonym]

Thaedrin looked appalled; he turned a vicious glare on Diocles. "Is it a disease that forces you to behave like this every waking moment!?"

Ghil interrupted, rejoining her comrades. Her lips were pursed into a thin line, expression blank to hide her own uncertainty. She nodded her head toward the archer, speaking in Tevene, "Diocles. You must... You must duel, for all of us. And you must win, do you understand? Not with a bow."

"You must be joking! I could--"

"They will accept no magicking! It must be he, there is no one else they will face."

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles sighed, but didn't seem particularly surprised. He handed his bow and quivers to Sul.

"I understand, Ghil. What are the rules? Is it to the death, and may my opponent yield?"

 

[ShadowFolk]

"I don't think I've ever heard of a woman so forward." she looked absolutely stunned. She had heard a lot of things in Tevinter, but never someone saying they wanted to 'sex someone to death'. Must have been a human thing.

"He's to what?" She looked to the archer and back to Ghil. He was very skilled with his bow, but she expected him to fight a giant. Was that even entirely fair?

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin turned his attentions to Ghil, "That is... That is..." the elf didn't want to say it out loud, but he didn't think that Diocles fighting one of these giants was in their favor. He'd be killed without his bow. And then they'd be down a man when the inevitable fight broke out. "This is the only way isn't it? There is really no one or nothing else they will consider?"

 

[Cinnonym]

"No armor. Just your bodies and your weapons. He has a shield, so strike carefully and truly. I know you know how." She moved forward to help him out of his armor, tugging it off his frame without ceremony. In the Alamarri's tongue, she said to the Ciraine champion, "This Tevinter man will face you, and cut that smirk right off your face."

In Tevene, she told Diocles, "You must not lose. Or you will die. Go."

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles removed his armor with a sigh, stripping off his shirt in addition to face his opponent on truly even terms. Taking his knives in his hands, Diocles was for once glad of his habitual habit of keeping them razor sharp. He approached the barbarian calmly, shifted his knives into a reverse gripped hold, and stood side on, looking the man dead in the eye.

"I'm ready."