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For the record I'm just throwing this story togethor so yea its crappy lol.
After the hero of Feralden and champion of Kirkwall disappear from the ongoing turmoil thats plaguing the lands. Yet another hero is born, he's black, got a fro, and he's well, you already know haha yea its me.
South of Redcliffe
I find myself alone, traveling from city to city. Avoiding battles between the forces of light and the dark blight. I'm a mage, my profession is that of a DRUNK MAGE. I'm wearing my usual black mage robe, it makes me look tight at night, and scary during the day. My fro is the source of my power, and different ales unleash my power. The stronger the ale, the stronger the spells I can conjure up. I have no need of a staff, but I carry with me at all times a 40 of Old Feralden. My Horse, well screw that, I usually walk because I got an RUI (Riding Under The Influence) two cities back. But I do drag the old chap along, his names Chance, he's a beautiful, white horse with black blots on his fur coat. He's fast as hell, ands always trying to jack me for my grub.
Down the dark forest roads I go, sipping on my 40. I occassionally shoot little magic bolts of fire at birds and squirrels. Dude needs to eat sometime you know. Its about midnight when I set up camp, Chance takes his usual spot right next to the campfire chewing away at a fatty piece of steak I cooked him. I start doing my thang, swigging down some Feralden ales I jacked from a dude who tried jacking me for my black robe.
Everythings coming to a blur when I hear Chance let out a horrific scream. I raise my hands and start shooting arcs of electricity at the trees and the surrounding area. I hear screams and howls all around me as I'm still blindly shooting random spells in all directions. *THUD* I feel a blunted object pop me in the back of my fro, and its lights out.
I wake up to a beautiful elven chick with dark gray skin eyeing me. She's clad in golden plated armor, her shoulder pads look almost as big as her breast haha. I smile, and at that I get back handed by another beautiful looking elven warrior. Though the one that slapped me and all the others around me looked younger than the first one I examined. Both my wrists are chained to a piece of thick wood thats hanging above me.
She raises an elegant looking sword with deadly sharp ends to calm the others.
"Who are you mage?," she asks.
"I'm Anthony, I'm not part of any Circle, neither does the Fade have any pull on my will. I'm a mage of the DRUNKEN style". At saying that I get knocked in my right eye by a warrior looking elf male. He spits on my feet and walks off.
I look up after having my eye knocked in to seeing the back of the elven warrior, and I really wanna f him up.
"STOP THIS AT ONCE, he's told us who he is. Whether he's lying or telling the truth I don't care". At that I was left alone, with one female warrior to watch me.
I finally noticed that I was in a prison cell. Hay for the ground, brick walls around me, kind of wierd for elves to live in a place like this. I always thought they lived in elegant, beautiful places like in stories I've read. I spent three days in that cell until the Blight invaded that Elven Stronghold. Swords clashing, howling, arrow wizzing through the night sky is all I heard. The battle was fierce, and I heard the guards outside my cell, fending off the oncoming enemies. Before I knew it, all I could hear was the rhythm of battle drums receding as the dark army made its away through the elven stronghold. This place was wiped out in less than an hour, I thought to myself.
Everything became very quiet for a time, I could hear the moans of those who were wounded. But to be wounded by a plagued blade, you'd be transformed into another minion of the dark army soon. I had to get myself free of this place, but no liquor was to be found, at least around me.
I thought to myself for moment, trying to focus my energy on a quick zap spell. Something very very weak, but strong enough to force open the chain cuffs, locked shut by a single pin, that held my wrists trapped.
(Drunk Replication Technique, Can only be used when without Liquor)
I closed my eyes and imagined myself sipping on a cheap 40 of Old Feralden. As I imagined this I began to sway my head back an forth, relaxing my body and replicating the effects that the cheap drink had to offer. Slowly I could feel my fingers tingling, my forehead started tingling as well. My breathing began to slow pace, I slowly opened my eyes to them now being blurred a bit. I smiled, as if to be drunk, because well this was a technique my drunken Master had taught me. Because as a Drunk Mage, if your out of booz, your screwed, so replicating the effect is your only option, but it takes so much damn time. My eyes began to twitch a bit, as I harnessed a small bit of energy from my fro. I could feel the tingling sensation of liquor trickling from my fro. Down to my face, lower it went down my neck and split into both my arms where it flowed from my hands and popped the chain cuffs off both my wrists.
I fell over, exhausted from the Drunk Focus. My head was now spinning, body tingling a bit as the smell of liquor wisped through the air and then was gone. I hope I never have to do that again, now I got to find Chance and bust out of this place.
I headed to the cell door, in the blood battle I heard around me the door handle had been smashed through and the door was slightly opened. I passed into a small brick hallway, the single female gaurd lay dead before me. She got tore up badly, teeth marks could be seen around her neck. She lay there, lifeless, but I knew she'd soon awaken, as a slave to the darkness. I made my way up a flight of stairs to an opening to find it was night now.
The torchlights that lit the stronghold at night was all that helped me see. I looked around to see dead bodies everywhere, I heard the snorts of a pissed of horse somewhere to the south of me. I made my way through a field of dead bodies, some barely alive, but I paid no attention to them. You must be crazy lol. I finally found finally found Chance my homie in the stables just across the field of dead bodies from the prison cells. He was fighting off a couple of dwarves, damn scavengers.
Chance kicked and hurled one of them in my direction, a bottle of wine fell and rolled from his side. I quickly grabbed it and started swigging, in a matter of minutes the feeling of goodness fell upon me. Chance looked to be getting tired, an just then I conjured up an arc of lightning to knock the remaining two dwarves sky high. They flew over Chance and landed behind the stables. Chance looked at me, pissed, as if to say," Damn, took you long enough".
I approached him, he bowed his head in relief as I cut the ropes that held him captive. He snorted in relief, and helped himself to the food the Elves had for him. I told him to stay, as I made a quick run through the place. I found some exotic wines, and old old Ales that dated back to that of the first blight. I'm guessing now that these elves had captured this probably once Human Stronghold because it had been abandoned sometime ago.
I found a traveling pack and put as many bottles as could fit and me an Chance were off. Further and further we road, Chance was giving it his all, as I peered back at the fallen stronghold I could see the now miniature figures raising to life. Now slaves to the dark blight, an there leader the arch Demon. I felt bad for those elves, and I couldn't stop thinking about that beautiful elf that ask who I was. My mind was racing through the images of dead bodies I had just seen. I cant remember if I had seen her amongst the slaughtered, I hope she was safe.
( A few hours a head of me )
"My lady Veilus Nar, it seems that our human captive and his horse escaped the slaughter. What are we to do with him?", asked the same mofo that knocked my eye in to the lady I've been thinking about. She quickly scanned the remaining soldiers she had under her command. Thirty to be exact, all well trained in the arts of f'in **** up if you wanna get technical. These were some bad dudes I'm telling ya, anyways, she graspes the handle of her sheathed sword an looks up to the heavens. She begins praying to her God and then answers, "Leave him be, I will send my daughter and two of her best to re-capture this human". At that she walks off and starts discussing there next move to her 2nd in command.
( Thirty minutes before trouble )
I'm swigging on this Dalish Agra, its some bitter liquor, but its getting the job done. I cant seem to keep my eyes open, and my face from smiling haha. Chance is snorting at me, like laughing, he's kool like that. I sway my hands to an fro and put up a defense shield around me and my boy. The sphere of energy is a light blue, as if your looking through water. I always put it up when we're traveling like this, its kept me an Chance alive more than once. Especially when arrows or incoming spells come out of no where.
I then bestow the spell of Haste and Light Feet upon Chance, now he's moving at crazy speed. Its as if I'm not even on his back, he's a beast like that. From afar people say we look like a shooting star that leaves behind a trial of pixie lights that dance then fades behind us. As we're on our way to the next oncoming village, I see three pin sized lights traveling straight at me. The first hits my shield, and it begins to fade a bit, the second and third hit almost at the same time. My shields completely faded now, gosh damn I hate anti magic arrows. But the haste is still on Chance and he's weaving in an out of oncoming arrows. Some of the arrows are glowing green, others a frosty blue, Archers, what an annoyance.
I cast Improved Strength upon myself and leap off Chance and hit the ground perfectly on the balls of my feet like a badass super hero does. A thud could be heard as the impact of my body kicks up some of the grass, as if I was a lot heavier than I really am. I sense the arrows approaching me as I catch one and smack the other one away. Pressing my palms togethor I breath in deeply and focus on a wind spell I'd learned from a fellow Mage a few years back. Just as I reach the limit of breath intake, another beautiful maiden can be seen leaping straight at me with two daggers in hand. She reminds me of the one that I'd seen back at the fortress. A foot before me now, I release the air from my lungs, it sends her flying back as if a hurricane swept through the open green fields. Her two fellow comrades catch her with magic of there own. Pink energy can be seen holding her from flying any more away. The two are also using this same elven magic to hold themselves in place. There lucky I ain't drinking Old Feralden.
"STOP THIS MAGE, WE ADMIT DEFEAT!!". Screams the beautiful maiden, she's still in the air, her cloaks covering her breast and face. Her blonde hairs blowing wildy behind her. I see the humor in this and even hear Chance snorting behind me haha. I finally run out of breathe and allow my attackers to recover. I cast another force field around myself and Chance, as I grab another bottle of bitter ale from my traveling pack. Chance looks at the elves in amusement, " I know boy, what did we do wrong. We're just passing through, you know, minding our own business". I say as I pet Chance. He just watches the three, I've never seen him so serious before.
I look back at the three, and I now see the same lady that I'd seen back at the fortress. She's got a burly, tallass, elven dude who's got wierd green skaled armor on. He's approaching me and he's got dual dragon styled axes in each hand. Those axes are no joke, a normal man would have to two hand those things. This is bad, he looks to be ready for anything, he's probably got anti magic armor on.
Chance stands by me, his breathings beginning to pick up. I sense that this is serious business, this guy. He cracks the two axes togethor and they begin to glow a pure Green. The area around him is a light green now, he begins to pick up his pace. He's now at a steady jog, I put the strongest liquor to my lips and begin pounding. My opponent begins to come to a blurr, but I pace myself. The warrior clangs is weapons togethor again and his weapons continue to glow green while a wild blue electrical current is seen circling around him.
I cast the strongest Force Field I can muster up, and cast Dragon Ale. Dragon Ale is a spector that circles around me in flames. He's a miniature serpent of pure flame that if I'm attacked, he'll leap at my attacker/attackers and shoot threw him. Causing them to burn alive until there nothing more than dust. With the colors of intense light swirling about us, the elves watch. Because they hadn't anticipated that I'd be this badass.
Chance moves away from me as do the elves from there warrior. But he's already a couple of feet from me. He leaps into the air and swings his axes as if to cut me in two. Green bolts of energy descend at me, but my forcefield takes the hits. He lands right infront of my shield, his eyes glowing a fiery green. He cuts through my forcefield but Dragon Ale shoots through him. Fire explodes from his insides, but he brushes it off as the fire flickers out. I cast Improved Strength and front kick him in the chest. He stammers back as I summon a deathly sword. I grab hold of the ethereal weapon and begin fighting the warrior hand to hand. He's strong no doubt, this is me at my strongest, I don't think I'm going to win.
He parry's one of my attacks and kicks me square in the chest. I fly back a good three feet and barely catch myself on my chest. Good thing about improved strength, I can take a hit from even the strongest of foes, except ogre's hah. He lets out a war cry and slams the ground with both weapons. The ground splits infront of him, as it continues my way. Green light is seen shooting from the earth. I recast Force Field and now its time for my silencer. I raise my hands to the air and focus on the magic all around me, I focus on why the magic shouldn't be here anymore, and that it should cut off the moment I bring my hands to the ground.
I open my eyes and quickly slam the palms of my hands to the ground, a loud thud could be heard as I focused my magic in a downward spiral to the ground. Its carried by the air and disrupts my spells and my opponents all togethor. I'd successfully Silenced the **** out of this dude. After a moment of frustration the warrior powers up again, I shake my head in exhaustion and tell him I give up.
For the record I'm just throwing this story togethor so yea its crappy lol.
After the hero of Feralden and champion of Kirkwall disappear from the ongoing turmoil thats plaguing the lands. Yet another hero is born, he's black, got a fro, and he's well, you already know haha yea its me.
South of Redcliffe
I find myself alone, traveling from city to city. Avoiding battles between the forces of light and the dark blight. I'm a mage, my profession is that of a DRUNK MAGE. I'm wearing my usual black mage robe, it makes me look tight at night, and scary during the day. My fro is the source of my power, and different ales unleash my power. The stronger the ale, the stronger the spells I can conjure up. I have no need of a staff, but I carry with me at all times a 40 of Old Feralden. My Horse, well screw that, I usually walk because I got an RUI (Riding Under The Influence) two cities back. But I do drag the old chap along, his names Chance, he's a beautiful, white horse with black blots on his fur coat. He's fast as hell, ands always trying to jack me for my grub.
Down the dark forest roads I go, sipping on my 40. I occassionally shoot little magic bolts of fire at birds and squirrels. Dude needs to eat sometime you know. Its about midnight when I set up camp, Chance takes his usual spot right next to the campfire chewing away at a fatty piece of steak I cooked him. I start doing my thang, swigging down some Feralden ales I jacked from a dude who tried jacking me for my black robe.
Everythings coming to a blur when I hear Chance let out a horrific scream. I raise my hands and start shooting arcs of electricity at the trees and the surrounding area. I hear screams and howls all around me as I'm still blindly shooting random spells in all directions. *THUD* I feel a blunted object pop me in the back of my fro, and its lights out.
I wake up to a beautiful elven chick with dark gray skin eyeing me. She's clad in golden plated armor, her shoulder pads look almost as big as her breast haha. I smile, and at that I get back handed by another beautiful looking elven warrior. Though the one that slapped me and all the others around me looked younger than the first one I examined. Both my wrists are chained to a piece of thick wood thats hanging above me.
She raises an elegant looking sword with deadly sharp ends to calm the others.
"Who are you mage?," she asks.
"I'm Anthony, I'm not part of any Circle, neither does the Fade have any pull on my will. I'm a mage of the DRUNKEN style". At saying that I get knocked in my right eye by a warrior looking elf male. He spits on my feet and walks off.
I look up after having my eye knocked in to seeing the back of the elven warrior, and I really wanna f him up.
"STOP THIS AT ONCE, he's told us who he is. Whether he's lying or telling the truth I don't care". At that I was left alone, with one female warrior to watch me.
I finally noticed that I was in a prison cell. Hay for the ground, brick walls around me, kind of wierd for elves to live in a place like this. I always thought they lived in elegant, beautiful places like in stories I've read. I spent three days in that cell until the Blight invaded that Elven Stronghold. Swords clashing, howling, arrow wizzing through the night sky is all I heard. The battle was fierce, and I heard the guards outside my cell, fending off the oncoming enemies. Before I knew it, all I could hear was the rhythm of battle drums receding as the dark army made its away through the elven stronghold. This place was wiped out in less than an hour, I thought to myself.
Everything became very quiet for a time, I could hear the moans of those who were wounded. But to be wounded by a plagued blade, you'd be transformed into another minion of the dark army soon. I had to get myself free of this place, but no liquor was to be found, at least around me.
I thought to myself for moment, trying to focus my energy on a quick zap spell. Something very very weak, but strong enough to force open the chain cuffs, locked shut by a single pin, that held my wrists trapped.
(Drunk Replication Technique, Can only be used when without Liquor)
I closed my eyes and imagined myself sipping on a cheap 40 of Old Feralden. As I imagined this I began to sway my head back an forth, relaxing my body and replicating the effects that the cheap drink had to offer. Slowly I could feel my fingers tingling, my forehead started tingling as well. My breathing began to slow pace, I slowly opened my eyes to them now being blurred a bit. I smiled, as if to be drunk, because well this was a technique my drunken Master had taught me. Because as a Drunk Mage, if your out of booz, your screwed, so replicating the effect is your only option, but it takes so much damn time. My eyes began to twitch a bit, as I harnessed a small bit of energy from my fro. I could feel the tingling sensation of liquor trickling from my fro. Down to my face, lower it went down my neck and split into both my arms where it flowed from my hands and popped the chain cuffs off both my wrists.
I fell over, exhausted from the Drunk Focus. My head was now spinning, body tingling a bit as the smell of liquor wisped through the air and then was gone. I hope I never have to do that again, now I got to find Chance and bust out of this place.
I headed to the cell door, in the blood battle I heard around me the door handle had been smashed through and the door was slightly opened. I passed into a small brick hallway, the single female gaurd lay dead before me. She got tore up badly, teeth marks could be seen around her neck. She lay there, lifeless, but I knew she'd soon awaken, as a slave to the darkness. I made my way up a flight of stairs to an opening to find it was night now.
The torchlights that lit the stronghold at night was all that helped me see. I looked around to see dead bodies everywhere, I heard the snorts of a pissed of horse somewhere to the south of me. I made my way through a field of dead bodies, some barely alive, but I paid no attention to them. You must be crazy lol. I finally found finally found Chance my homie in the stables just across the field of dead bodies from the prison cells. He was fighting off a couple of dwarves, damn scavengers.
Chance kicked and hurled one of them in my direction, a bottle of wine fell and rolled from his side. I quickly grabbed it and started swigging, in a matter of minutes the feeling of goodness fell upon me. Chance looked to be getting tired, an just then I conjured up an arc of lightning to knock the remaining two dwarves sky high. They flew over Chance and landed behind the stables. Chance looked at me, pissed, as if to say," Damn, took you long enough".
I approached him, he bowed his head in relief as I cut the ropes that held him captive. He snorted in relief, and helped himself to the food the Elves had for him. I told him to stay, as I made a quick run through the place. I found some exotic wines, and old old Ales that dated back to that of the first blight. I'm guessing now that these elves had captured this probably once Human Stronghold because it had been abandoned sometime ago.
I found a traveling pack and put as many bottles as could fit and me an Chance were off. Further and further we road, Chance was giving it his all, as I peered back at the fallen stronghold I could see the now miniature figures raising to life. Now slaves to the dark blight, an there leader the arch Demon. I felt bad for those elves, and I couldn't stop thinking about that beautiful elf that ask who I was. My mind was racing through the images of dead bodies I had just seen. I cant remember if I had seen her amongst the slaughtered, I hope she was safe.
( A few hours a head of me )
"My lady Veilus Nar, it seems that our human captive and his horse escaped the slaughter. What are we to do with him?", asked the same mofo that knocked my eye in to the lady I've been thinking about. She quickly scanned the remaining soldiers she had under her command. Thirty to be exact, all well trained in the arts of f'in **** up if you wanna get technical. These were some bad dudes I'm telling ya, anyways, she graspes the handle of her sheathed sword an looks up to the heavens. She begins praying to her God and then answers, "Leave him be, I will send my daughter and two of her best to re-capture this human". At that she walks off and starts discussing there next move to her 2nd in command.
( Thirty minutes before trouble )
I'm swigging on this Dalish Agra, its some bitter liquor, but its getting the job done. I cant seem to keep my eyes open, and my face from smiling haha. Chance is snorting at me, like laughing, he's kool like that. I sway my hands to an fro and put up a defense shield around me and my boy. The sphere of energy is a light blue, as if your looking through water. I always put it up when we're traveling like this, its kept me an Chance alive more than once. Especially when arrows or incoming spells come out of no where.
I then bestow the spell of Haste and Light Feet upon Chance, now he's moving at crazy speed. Its as if I'm not even on his back, he's a beast like that. From afar people say we look like a shooting star that leaves behind a trial of pixie lights that dance then fades behind us. As we're on our way to the next oncoming village, I see three pin sized lights traveling straight at me. The first hits my shield, and it begins to fade a bit, the second and third hit almost at the same time. My shields completely faded now, gosh damn I hate anti magic arrows. But the haste is still on Chance and he's weaving in an out of oncoming arrows. Some of the arrows are glowing green, others a frosty blue, Archers, what an annoyance.
I cast Improved Strength upon myself and leap off Chance and hit the ground perfectly on the balls of my feet like a badass super hero does. A thud could be heard as the impact of my body kicks up some of the grass, as if I was a lot heavier than I really am. I sense the arrows approaching me as I catch one and smack the other one away. Pressing my palms togethor I breath in deeply and focus on a wind spell I'd learned from a fellow Mage a few years back. Just as I reach the limit of breath intake, another beautiful maiden can be seen leaping straight at me with two daggers in hand. She reminds me of the one that I'd seen back at the fortress. A foot before me now, I release the air from my lungs, it sends her flying back as if a hurricane swept through the open green fields. Her two fellow comrades catch her with magic of there own. Pink energy can be seen holding her from flying any more away. The two are also using this same elven magic to hold themselves in place. There lucky I ain't drinking Old Feralden.
"STOP THIS MAGE, WE ADMIT DEFEAT!!". Screams the beautiful maiden, she's still in the air, her cloaks covering her breast and face. Her blonde hairs blowing wildy behind her. I see the humor in this and even hear Chance snorting behind me haha. I finally run out of breathe and allow my attackers to recover. I cast another force field around myself and Chance, as I grab another bottle of bitter ale from my traveling pack. Chance looks at the elves in amusement, " I know boy, what did we do wrong. We're just passing through, you know, minding our own business". I say as I pet Chance. He just watches the three, I've never seen him so serious before.
I look back at the three, and I now see the same lady that I'd seen back at the fortress. She's got a burly, tallass, elven dude who's got wierd green skaled armor on. He's approaching me and he's got dual dragon styled axes in each hand. Those axes are no joke, a normal man would have to two hand those things. This is bad, he looks to be ready for anything, he's probably got anti magic armor on.
Chance stands by me, his breathings beginning to pick up. I sense that this is serious business, this guy. He cracks the two axes togethor and they begin to glow a pure Green. The area around him is a light green now, he begins to pick up his pace. He's now at a steady jog, I put the strongest liquor to my lips and begin pounding. My opponent begins to come to a blurr, but I pace myself. The warrior clangs is weapons togethor again and his weapons continue to glow green while a wild blue electrical current is seen circling around him.
I cast the strongest Force Field I can muster up, and cast Dragon Ale. Dragon Ale is a spector that circles around me in flames. He's a miniature serpent of pure flame that if I'm attacked, he'll leap at my attacker/attackers and shoot threw him. Causing them to burn alive until there nothing more than dust. With the colors of intense light swirling about us, the elves watch. Because they hadn't anticipated that I'd be this badass.
Chance moves away from me as do the elves from there warrior. But he's already a couple of feet from me. He leaps into the air and swings his axes as if to cut me in two. Green bolts of energy descend at me, but my forcefield takes the hits. He lands right infront of my shield, his eyes glowing a fiery green. He cuts through my forcefield but Dragon Ale shoots through him. Fire explodes from his insides, but he brushes it off as the fire flickers out. I cast Improved Strength and front kick him in the chest. He stammers back as I summon a deathly sword. I grab hold of the ethereal weapon and begin fighting the warrior hand to hand. He's strong no doubt, this is me at my strongest, I don't think I'm going to win.
He parry's one of my attacks and kicks me square in the chest. I fly back a good three feet and barely catch myself on my chest. Good thing about improved strength, I can take a hit from even the strongest of foes, except ogre's hah. He lets out a war cry and slams the ground with both weapons. The ground splits infront of him, as it continues my way. Green light is seen shooting from the earth. I recast Force Field and now its time for my silencer. I raise my hands to the air and focus on the magic all around me, I focus on why the magic shouldn't be here anymore, and that it should cut off the moment I bring my hands to the ground.
I open my eyes and quickly slam the palms of my hands to the ground, a loud thud could be heard as I focused my magic in a downward spiral to the ground. Its carried by the air and disrupts my spells and my opponents all togethor. I'd successfully Silenced the **** out of this dude. After a moment of frustration the warrior powers up again, I shake my head in exhaustion and tell him I give up.