Fandom It All Started with a Bar Fight: A Dragon Age RP

[DalishiousElf]

[This is where the RP will take place. Prompt below]


It's early--very. Most people are asleep at this hour of the morning. You have downed about ten mugs of ale, but your thoughts are foggy and you've lost count by now. A fight breaks out before you between the abrasive brute you were arguing with earlier and a person you have never seen inside these walls before. You and some others (equally as unrecognizable) intervene.


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[Malkavian]

The Dalish elf Ila was accustomed to being treated with malice, even by her own kind. Once a proud hunter gatherer, the female elf was banished from her clan with nothing more than her facial tattoos to remember them by. Ila had stopped at a tavern to rest her feet and get a drink. She felt sorry for the male elf that was serving drinks to everyone. When the male looked at her his eyes widened in shock. "A dalish elf?" Ila forced a smile at him, "varannan anatesha, brother. A mug of ale,please" the male nodded and simply left to get her drink.


The time went on and so did the drinks, and the Dalish elf was starting to feel the warmth in her belly from the beverage. It had taken it's toll on her, wandering about the land in her exile, hunting wildlife and skinning them to sell their hides like a common meat merchant. However she did what she needed to do to survive and she would rather die than live like the other elves.


She was about ten drinks in, and had a mere three silver left in her coin purse when she was considering asking for a room. She would wake in the afternoon and hit the road again. Just then a man, human of course, began to harass her. Speaking down to her about her race and heritage. She kept a blank expression and drew a knife on him. "I am in no mood, shem" she said quickly and the man backed off.


It wasn't until later that she heard the sound of fighting, but decided that it wasn't her problem.

 

[Azaeleah]

Io had come into the tavern that night simply looking for a nice drink, and an even nicer bar lad or maid perhaps. The elf had a rather stressful evening focused on slipping in and out of alleys only for the "lead" she'd been following to fall through. So much for a big catch. She sighed leaning her face against her palm. At least it couldn't get much worse.


"Oi knife ears, need a few silvers?" She hated being wrong. The drunken slur was followed by a foul smell and a wrinkled touch on the back of her ear. With a scowl she turned to glare at the man. She gripped his wrist tightly and laughed. "Oh you're going to regret that..."


Technically she threw the first punch, but technically that Shem was a filthy brute who deserved it. So any guilt over the commotion she started in the bar faded pretty quick.

 

[Malkavian]

Ila was pretty drunk, so at first she didn't take notice of the fight. Then again she didn't really care. However as the fight continued she noticed that the shem was beating on an elf! Ila immediately got up to her feet and moved through the crowd of spectators. It didn't take long for her to reach the two, and she drew her daggers quickly. In her mind, she delivered a precise strike to the humans vital organs that would kill him almost instantly. However the ale made her a bit sloppy and instead of the critical strike she had hoped for sue merely grazed the mans chest with her daggers.


The onlookers began to yell in shock, thinking that the two elves were ganging up on the human. The brute was bigger than ila, who was only about five feet tall, and tried to grab her. She dodged out of the way, rolling skillfully around her opponent before coming back up to cut at his ankles. The human yelled in pain and staggered a bit but this only seemed to make him more angry.

 

[DalishiousElf]

Ris was reluctant to remove her lips from an unnamed--likely noble, judging from his dress--man she had met hours prior, but the obnoxiously loud commotion stirring next to her kept interrupting her concentration. It had become too much to ignore. She stood from her stool with a roll of her eyes, holding a finger up to her companion. This would only take a second. Ris' fingers wrapped around the solid wood of her aged bow as it rested safely on the bar table next to her. With quick fingers and little time to waste, Ris drew an arrow and aimed it at the sluggish brute of a man. It was obvious he hadn't any brains, or he wouldn't have picked a fight in the most rogue-friendly of Taverns in all of Thedas. They were much too quick for him. Ris smirked at the thought.


Her voice rose with an aura of authority that demanded to be listened to. It bounced off the wooden walls of the Tavern. "Oi, you blighted asshole, how about you leave before I send this arrow through your hollow skull, hm?"

 

[Azaeleah]

Io had watched a drunk Dalish try to hit the man...and sort of miss in that she scratched instead of killed him and just pissed him off. She really wondered if this wild elf was TRYING to get them killed. You couldn't just pull knives on Shems in Denerim even in this tavern.


An arrow zoomed through the place, landing with a sharp thud inside the wall. Everyone went quiet and the man turned away from Io and the small Dalish girl to look at the archer woman. "You...you little bitch!"


Io rolled her eyes. "Someone throw this lout out before he gets himself shanked and the guards on our arse!"

 

[NightQueen]

Luca had sit himself in a dark corner and was happy to just crowd watch and have a drink. As the night wore on he could see something was building up to happen and sure enough the beginnings of a scuffle were happening, and surprise surprise it was over race, two elves to be exact. Luca had no problems with anyone because of their race but what a lot of people did not think was that when anyone came into a bar like this willingly that they could handle themselves.


Crossing his leg he took a drink and just watched and judged what was happening. Even though the fight was not his affair he still calculated how to fight each of them just in case he got drawn into the conflict which was usually a near thing for him.

 

[drummerboi]

"Oh please shut up your disrupting the peace here" Magnus said drinking some mead as he then begun to look at the rouge and the archer or was it the warrior. Who know's He continued to look at the people fighting he doesn't dwell in violence people would fear he would be forced to he could just freeze them and leave easily. "anyway why don't we all just calm down and have a drink" He said looking at the other's trying to breack bread with them "anyway how about i buy this round hay hay bartender how about you get me and my frainds some of your Delicious nector" He said looking at them smieling a little

 

[Malkavian]

Ila hadn't seen the arrow but was surprised when the human screamed in pain and turned his attention elsewhere, aggravated. The conflict seemed to be escalating, and what started as a simple bar fight was turning into something more. Ila turned her attention to her fellow elf. "Come sister, quickly!" She said tugging at the woman's sleeve. "We should take advantage of the chaos while we can! You and I both know that no matter what happens here the elves will be blamed"


Ila was always trying to help out another elf and she didn't want to leave without her. Even though this woman was a stranger, she was still kin in Ila's eyes. Although the dalish exiled her, she could never sit idle while an elf was in danger. She urged Io again. "Quickly, before we miss our chance!" She turned and cursed her luck. The crowd was too thick now. Everyone watching to see a fight or maybe even a kill.


Ila felt uncomfortable being surrounded by humans in such a manner. She tightens her grip on her steel daggers in case she had to fight her way out. She wondered how long until the guards arrived...

 

[DalishiousElf]

Ris bit at her lip to stifle a laugh. The oaf had that arrow coming, surely everyone here would agree with her on that matter. Her smile fell to a frown when she noticed the two elves scurrying around, looking for any exit in sight. Thankfully, they were boxed in by the onlookers. Ris cut through the crowd swiftly and with ease. Her bow was not safely strapped to the harness on her back, and she had no further intentions on using it, but Ris could still feel the eyes of the Tavern glaring at her with greedy expectation. What would the human do?


When she had reached the elves, her voice became hushed and a wrinkled formed in between her brows. "Planning on leaving someone else to clean up your mess? And by someone else I mean me?"

 

[Azaeleah]

Io had been all for leaving with the strange elf calling her sister. If only to avoid getting bailed out by her pretty little ears. The other doc began to dash out finally understanding why you don't go around causing trouble in a place full of mostly humans. Io nearly followed her to hightail it out when a voice sounded behind them.


Shit. She turned to see the archer standing there. Io gave a sheepish smile with a nervous laugh. "You seemed like you could handle it better than us? Well you're less likely to get lynched for it that is." She really wondered how she got herself into these situations sometimes.

 

[DalishiousElf]

Ris was unsure of the truthfulness of that statement. They were in a backwater down she didn't bother learning the name of somewhere in the Free Marches. It was a long way from home. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, determined not to show the nervousness that began to bubble up inside her. "You know me 'bout as well as you know this elf beside you. How about we don't make assumptions?"


The sound of leather shoes against the wooden floorboards caught her attention. Ris's gaze halted on a man with a smug grin decorating his face and eyes lit with fiery excitement. His mouth opened, as if to speak, but Ris quickly interrupted. "Remember how you were going to flee?" Without waiting for a response, Ris shoved the elves into the crowd toward the door, hurrying behind them.


The man's voice--or what Ris imagined was his voice, as her eyes were glued to the Tavern door--rang out behind them. "Hey, stop! I have a proposition for you." When Ris refused to stop, he changed his tactics. "It involves a lot of gold!"


Gold? That one, four letter word was enough to stop Ris in her tracks.

 

[Malkavian]

Ila was about to force her way through the crowd, dragging the new elf with her. Suddenly she was stopped and turned to face the archer talking to her companion. Ila remained silent for now. This human had a bow and the dalish elf wasn't in striking distance yet. She heard the exchange between the two and figured that this particular archer may not be too bad, for a shem. Finally the dalish elf spoke up. "The only assumption that we will make is the assumption that elves will be blamed for hurting a human, as always. "


Just then the archer was shoving the two elves towards the door. The short dalish was relieved to finally be on the way! "Good, let's get out of here!" She said, but of course the almighty G word was said and the shem stopped in her tracks. Ila never let go of IO's hand, refusing to let anything happen to the fellow elf. "We shouldn't stay here." She looked at IO and then to the archer.

 

[Azaeleah]

Io was half worried the archer was as likely to aim a punch at her as the drunk, there was somewhat of a reassurance after she decided to flee with them though. The female elf grabbed onto her hand and tried to lead her out. They ran with the archer for only a few moments when the word gold was spoken. She stopped, the Dalish urged they go and Io might have agreed if she weren't desperate for funds.


She smirked at the Dalish. "A lot of gold means a lot of privilege, privilege like bribing guards and you know, food. That's nice too."

 

[NightQueen]

Luca watched as all the 3 of the elves were now involved.


He was quite bored and with no contract he was in the mood for a bed mate before moving onto Orlais.


He was to reach there by the end of the month and he had 1 night in Denerim left and wanted someone to warm his bed.


He drained his drink and looked around the room, most men tended to not care about the bed mate they had once drunk.

 

[drummerboi]

"wait what would we have to do exactly i don't want to do anything that will cause trouble rouge" He said looking at her as he then crossed his arms his staff on his back. he continued to wonder if going to this tavern was a good idea in the first place. He then looked at the other's mabe this was fate that thay met eachother. He continued to look at them as he then watched the other people talk about thing's such as gold riches ect but he wanted to know how this is going to benifit him.

 

[Malkavian]

The dalish elf was surprised at the new comers. She was way too drunk for this right now. She took a seat nearby and listened.


((Short post. Waiting for everyone else.))

 

[DalishiousElf]

It was no longer just the three of them. A mage had joined in. Ris wasn't sure if this would benefit them or not--mages were powerful, but frowned upon. She wasn't eager to offer the authorities anymore easy to be suspicious of her actions. Regardless, he raised good points. Gold was invaluable to many of them, Ris was certain, but it wouldn't come free. Maker, she was hired as a sellsword on more than one occasion. It never ended in her favour. The amount of effort in completing whatever task was at hand was never worth the amount of gold rewarded, or when it was, it landed Ris in a cell for a night or two.


When the man didn't respond, Ris turned to face him. The elves continued to argue behind her, unsure of what course of action to take. "You heard the man. What will your task involve?"


The man sighed--out of relief or annoyance Ris wasn't sure. "Meet me out back in the alley."


Ris angled her head toward the elves. "Well?" She asked, bitterness rolling off her tongue.

 

[LeSoraAmari]

Almalexia was sat on a table in the corner of the tavern, truthfully, she didn't even know why she chose this exact tavern instead of a first class in or something similar, she sighed as she drank her mug of ale. Surprisingly, she wasn't that drunk yet she had drank about 10 mugs if not more. Clearly she could hold her drink. She could see people in the tavern giving her stares, was it her expensive robes or strange staff that caught their eye? Or was it her cold demeanour? Quite frankly, she didn't care.


Looking around the tavern after drinking yet another mug of ale, she saw multiple elves picking a fight with some drunken brute. She also saw another mage, who was also an elf. Almalexia decided to stand up as she held her hands behind her back, her staff was held securely on her back. She looked at all the elves, as she said, "Well, you lot surely know how to make a fuss, don't you, hm?" She chuckled, "It's quite amusing, you remind me of some of the adepts back in the circle, eager. Very eager indeed."

 

[Malkavian]

"Well is seems we have a rag tag group of heroes" Ila said as she sheathed her blades. "I don't think I've ever seen a circle mage before. I feel sorry for you lot. Always being watched over the Templars. Do you not wish for freedom?" She shook her head it was amazing how humans treated each other! Still, the idea lf working for more than mere copper seemed appealing.


"I will agree if you do, sister" she said looking to IO. "I am ila by the way" she said suddenly. If she was going to be traveling with this elf she should know her name. "If you trust these shem then I will follow you the dalish elf turned to the rest of the party. "So..." she tried to sit up, bit sat back down. "Heh... introductions I guess."

 

[DalishiousElf]

((Just so everyone knows my character, Ris, is human ))


With eager hands clenched at her side, Ris was the first to speak up, "Liris. Last name irrelevant. From Ferelden."


Her head craned toward the man with the proposition. The rear door of the Tavern had just closed behind him. How long would he wait? For these dreaded introductions to be finished? Ris had to admit, she couldn't care less about these people before her. Ris ensured she only cared about two things: the amount of gold clanging in her pocket, and when the next epic battle would take place. Fighting and money--it summed her up fairly nicely. The bore of conversation was already beginning to grind at Ris' patience. She began to tap her foot to the beat of lute playing in the background.


((I think this is a good a time as any to let all the characters come in at this point and introduce themselves a bit. Once everyone has had a chance to do so, we can continue on with the whole "man with a proposition" plot point if you want to!))

 

[LeSoraAmari]

Almalexia sighed when the Dalish elf spoke about how she felt sorry for the circle mages, she shook her head "Freedom? Why, my freedom was granted to me months ago. You see, I used to be First Enchanter of my circle, until I got involved in the rebellion and killed me a few Templars. My freedom was earned, and the rebellions cause was just. Also, if you want I can arrange for you to live the life a circle mage would have? I'm sure you'll enjoy that, elf." She sighed as she then held her staff in her hand as she introduced herself. "Almalexia Sorevu, former First Enchanter of the Fereldan Circle of Magi" she bowed to the human girl and the elves before her, waiting for them to inteoduce themselves also

 

[Azaeleah]

Io shrugged looking around at the group they'd amassed. She stiffened at the obvious mages. That was a can of personal worms she didn't feel like opening. She kept herself focused on the introductions and shook off her discomfort.


"Io."

 

[NightQueen]

Luca had decided that since he was bored enough, he would join the little rag tag group. Stepping forward he crossed his arms and spoke


"Well not that this almost little bar fight was not fun to watch but don't you think we should following the shady man?"


He asked as he crossed his arms


"especially since he is a contact I was given before leaving Antiva"

 

[Malkavian]

"Mages" ila said, her voice had a hint of awe in it. She jad always beem fascinated with magic and thought that it was a blessing from the gods. Still, despite her respect of mages, she wouldn't take any flak from them." No thanks, Almalexia. I don't think I would like being contained the way circle mages are. Although I've never fought a templar before. I'm sure I would have an easy time with it, since I am no mage. Besides, you probably would rather see me in an alienage wouldn't you?"


Her sences were starting to come back to her and she was finally able to stand up, leaning against Io for a moment before standing up straight. "I agree with the Antivan. Let's see what this man wants. If were lucky enough then the six of us can have enough money to split evenly" she said this asserting herself. The Dalish elf didn't trust these new people and this group of humans and mages was volatile.


Ila made it a point to stay close to Io. She could see that her fellow elf was uncomfortable but misjudged what it was about. "Do not worry, sister" she said smiling at her. "I will not let anything happen to you, or any elf, while I still draw breath"