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

[DalishiousElf]

Ris sighed in exasperation. "Finally! One of you has a good idea."


With that, Ris turned and hurried toward the back exit, slipping effortlessly through the bustling crowd. A rush of cold air met her face and blew through her wild hair as she stepped from the Tavern. The alley was dark, save for a single torch attached to the wall that faced the stone street. Guards passed by periodically, their personal torches lighting the alleyway slightly more than normal. Strangely, they paid no attention to the group of people huddled between the buildings.


Thankfully, the man Ris was looking to meet had waited. His belly was plump and strained against the buttons of his silk shirt. His eyes were lit and cheeks rosy with drunkenness. It was obvious this man was rich--a noble, most likely. And a drunk rich man was the best kind there was. For exploiting, anyway. She introduced herself and kept him busy with agonizing small talk until the others had found them.


"So," Ris began, "What is it, exactly, you want us to do for you?"

 

[Azaeleah]

Last she heard there wasn't much of a circle to hold any titles to. She wondered how brazen this woman must be to announce herself as one of the Mage rebels in the middle of the tavern. Then again, it wasn't as if this place was the sort to welcome Templars. Especially since they were little more than renegades running a witch hunt themselves these days. The dalish had observed her discomfort, but missed the point. She played off of it with a weak smile and a nod with a grateful "thanks."


The plump human man grinned at the prospect of them accepting his deal. "Why, I've been a little short handed these days on men willing to put themselves in...risky situations. I need some personal cargo delivered to a friend of mine, unfortunately the main path to their estate has become a bit...hazardous since this whole business with the mages and Templars started. It's completely impassable. I need to find a way around it, but very few people have explored the uncleared areas around it for alternative routes, which is where you will come in."

 

[DalishiousElf]

"Forgive me for my skepticism, but a mabari could complete this job--in its sleep," Ris scoffed. She examined her companions with narrowed, judgmental eyes. "I'm aware that some look as capable as a child, but what is so precious about your cargo that more than one hireling is needed?"


"Well..." A nervous burst of laughter escaped the man's lips. He yanked a square of cloth from his trouser pocket, dabbing at the beading sweat on his forehead--whether from nervousness or the alcohol, Ris wasn't certain. "The situation is complicated, I--"


Ris unsheathed the small, jagged blade hidden against her hip before the man could draw another breath. She outstretched it toward him, holding it firmly against his jugular. He let out a girlish yelp, bringing a grin to Ris' face. "I could make this a lot less complicated, if you prefer."


"Th-that is not needed, serah," He assured. "The complication is that I must accompany you. You see, I am a contact of the Antivan Crows."

 

[Malkavian]

((I guess it's just us three)


The Dalish elf rolle +d her eyes. "Of course you are" she said. She wanted nothing to do with the crows and thought they were trouble but she listened feeling slightly curious.


((Short post to see if this rp is dead

 

[Archie]

Jannik strolled into the tavern and scanned his surroundings. He kept his hand on his hilt from instinct. There had been too may attempt to jump him in the last couple days. He was a fugitive in his adopted country, and a former fugitive in his own. Anyone who knew him was bad news.


Bad news. Liris, daughter of commander Braun, was sitting there talking to a sizable number of intimidating looking colleagues. Of different shapes and sizes, two of them stood out and they seemed from their eyes to be talking about business not for the ears of the public.


But Jannik needed his drink. He squinted, calculating the odds, well no - more like coin flipping in his head - that he would be called out and reported to the army. His time had elapsed years outside the country, there was no way he would still be caught.


He wouldn't be intimidated by anyone, he decided! Plopping down at the bar right next to the table of the conversation of the conspirators, he was going to use information as his best security. His chest sunk in, his arms started shivering.


No, Jannik, for all his denial, was afraid. If meeting Liris for a second time was the first incident he had in Westeros since stepping off the boat... how bad would the next ones be?

 

[DalishiousElf]

Ris relaxed her hold on the blade, releasing a bit of pressure against the man's neck. A burst of laughter fell from her lips. Liris raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Was this man serious? "And what's stopping me from turning you into the Crows? It would be a lot less effort."


He gulped, his adam's apple bobbing against the dagger. "Gold! Lots of gold. Enough to fill your pockets right up!"


She shrugged and sheathed her weapon, noting the obvious deflation of the man's chest as she did so. Ris' eyes fell upon her companions. Admittedly, she had little faith in their capabilities. But one did not taunt the Crows alone, unless one wished for immediate death. "What do you say?