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littlebladeName: Mhairi
Personal Journal:deathwailart
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Other Characters Played:
Leonie Tremble |pythonissam | Original
Character: Damhnait Mahariel aka The Warden
Series: Dragon Age: Origins
Age: 20 - the Warden is treated like a young woman but as a Dalish hunter, she is clearly of age though still called child by elders in her clan. The Blight takes around a year to defeat and there's a sixth month gap between Origins and Awakening and a little more time between that and Witch Hunt.
History:
Origins Plot
Dalish Elf Origin
Awakening Plot
Witch Hunt Plot
Choices:
Ostagar:
- killed prisoner
- cured mabari
The Urn of Sacred Ashes:
- Urn defiled
The Arl of Redcliffe:
- didn't help Redcliffe fight
- didn't help Redcliffe prepare
- Connor died
- Bella died
- didn't help to find Bevin
- never rescued Owen's daughter
- Isolde never sacrificed herself
Awakening:
- killed the Architect
- protected the Keep
- Nathaniel alive and well
- Oghren and Felsi reunited
Nature of the Beast:
- brokered peace
- brought Cammen and Gheyna together
- saved the halla
- told Athras about his wife
- found ironbark for Varathorn
- returned Deygan to camp
Paragon of her Kind:
- Branka killed herself
- Harrowmount rules
- told truth about Ruck
- didn't help Burkel
- Zerlinda remained alone
- didn't help Orta join assembly
- refused to help Dagna
- didn't prove Legion of the Dead connected to a noble house
- didn't look into the stolen tome
- didn't complete Rogek's lyrium deal
Broken Circle:
- mages supported
- Irving survived the battle
- didn't agree to Cullen's request
Denerim:
- Ser Landry alive
- told Bann Sighard about Oswyn
- didn't complete Slim Couldry's crime wave
- gave Alfstanna her brother's ring
- didn't recover beggar's amulet
- helped Alistair find Goldanna
- didn't bring scroll to Sister Justine
- cleared customers out of Pearl
- handled the Crimson Oars
- killed Master Ignacio
- killed Marjolaine
The Landsmeet:
- Anora rules
The Battle of Denerim:
- Warden killed the Archdemon
Warden's Keep:
- gained the Power of Blood
- killed Sophia, allowed Avernus to continue research with no restrictions
Witch Hunt:
- didn't go through the eluvian
The Stone Prisoner:
- Shale recruited
- the Warden didn't deal with Kitty, Amalia is alive and Matthias is possessed
Companions:
- no romance
- intimidated Revered Mother into freeing Sten
- found Sten's sword
- Warden killed Wynne after corrupting the Urn
- Morrigan had an Old God Baby with Alistair
- Warden executed Loghain
- recruited Oghren
- Zevran alive and well
- Alistair stayed with Wardens
- killed Leliana after poisoning the Urn
- acquired grimoire by killing Flemeth
Canon Point: end of Witch Hunt
Personality:
TBA
Skills and Abilities:
Attributes:
Strength: 22
Dexterity: 63
Willpower: 26
Magic: 15
Cunning: 57
Constituion: 42
Resistances:
Mental: 34
Physical: 56
Fire: 0%
Cold: 0%
Electrical: 0%
Nature: 30%
Spirit: 0%
Skills:
Coercion: Master
Stealing: Master
Trap-making: Master
Survival: Master
Poison: Improved
Combat training: Master
Combat tactics: Master
Talents:
Rogue:
Dirty fighting, combat movement
Below the belt, deadly strike, lethality
Deft hands, improved tools, mechanical expertise, device mastery
Ranger:
Summon wolf
Power of Blood:
Dark passage, the tainted blade
Dual Weapons (all skills)
Archery (all skills)
Inventory:
Weapons:
The Sorrows of Arlathan; Tooth of the Mountain-Father; Dar'Misu: dagger, one-handed (white steel) [Damage: 6.80, Critical chance: 5.10%, Armour penetration: 9, Strength modifier: 0.85]
Armour:
Quicksilver; Studded Leather Gloves (drakeskin); Dalish Armour (drakeskin); Leather Boots (drakeskin); Cinch of Skillful Maneuvering (+2 to all attributes, +14% spell resistance, +15% chance to dodge attacks); Iced band (+10 cold resistance)
Other:
5x health poultice, 5x injury kit, 107G, 7S, 11B
First Person Sample:
[It's a very disgruntled tattooed elf who appears on the video looking as if she's ready to bolt at a moment's notice or to loose an
arrow at the screen, the lines of ink by her mouth twisting as she frowns.]
Shemlen. [It's an annoyed mutter, not quite the snarl it usually is because fortunately for all, she isn't actually dealing with any shem in person. Yet. But they're everywhere and she's sure that soon enough she'll have to toe the line with them in order to get anywhere.] I am Damhnait Mahariel of the Grey Wardens - call me either of those names or simply Warden. I...I find myself having to ask for ai- advice. [Not aid. She's not a flat ear, she has her pride, her independence even if this is something out of the ordinary for her and that's saying something.] I'm in need of work - I have skills as a hunter, I know the ways of the forests and how to fight monsters of all sorts as well as men, dwarves, elves and even Qunari. [You probably need to know what a Qunari is to find that impressive although given that it's pretty obvious she's short even when sitting, it should say something about her.] Even passing messages or supplies I can do, if the coin is right.
[The shit you do in Ferelden to keep your party in armour, weapons and poultices.]
And if anyone knows anything about crafting aravels - I think shems call them landships - I... [by the Dread Wolf Mahariel you can do this] would appreciate it.
Third Person Sample:
Each morning when she'd woken in camp, there was always a moment when panic gripped her; no creaking of aravels, a dog barking, foreign accents murmuring to one another as she lay in her tent tracing over her Vallaslin. You are Arlathan, she would always think to herself, you are Falon'din. You are the last of the elvhen. At least the walking she was used to when all her life had been spent traversing the forests or moving from place to place lest the shemlen start to take issue with their presence by them. Only there was no Keeper here to lead them, that was her job now since Alistair had placed that responsibility on her shoulders before they had even arrived in Lothering so long ago.
Now she had a Vigil in a human city to run, a Dalish elf who had never so much as set foot in a town until she'd joined the Wardens. Not joined, she thought, still with that sharp twinge of bitterness and hurt, remembering how she'd begged to be able to stay, sent away, sent away to become this. Stuck listening to shemlen problems, most of them from the trumped up important ones who were probably supposed to help their people and instead bickered over land. At least when Varel had been alive there'd been someone to talk to about it, since the attacks when Amaranthine had burned it had been just her and the remaining Wardens and likely more plots brewing against her.
Let them come. Let them see my skill with a blade for themselves.
She missed her clan. Missed Ashalle who had been a mother to her in the absence of her own, missed Fenarel, Junar and Merrill and time spent with them. Hahren Paivel's stories, the one who'd handed down the stories of their past to her as a girl sitting at his feet around a fire, making sure she knew their history and never again shall we submit. Master Ilen and his beautifully crafted weapons and his stories too. Maren tending to the halla - it had been so long since she'd last seen a halla she couldn't even remember how they smelled anymore - and the steady guiding hand and voice of the Keeper. What did Marethari think of her now? Would she still welcome her with open arms and her kindly smile, gathering her close to call her da'len?
Most of all she missed Tamlen but she tried not to think about him, not when it still hurt, when he still might have been saved as she was. There was work to be done, there was always work to be done, petitions from this Bann or that Bann, Mistress Woolsey talking trade routes, the guards wanting to know what to protect. Maybe, if she was very lucky, a Darkspawn band would show up and she could grab Oghren, Nathaniel and Velanna and traipse off into the wilds to deal with it. For now she sighed, rubbed the last of the sleep from her eyes and steeled herself to face the day.
Personal Journal:
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Other Characters Played:
Leonie Tremble |
pythonissam | OriginalCharacter: Damhnait Mahariel aka The Warden
Series: Dragon Age: Origins
Age: 20 - the Warden is treated like a young woman but as a Dalish hunter, she is clearly of age though still called child by elders in her clan. The Blight takes around a year to defeat and there's a sixth month gap between Origins and Awakening and a little more time between that and Witch Hunt.
History:
Origins Plot
Dalish Elf Origin
Awakening Plot
Witch Hunt Plot
Choices:
Ostagar:
- killed prisoner
- cured mabari
The Urn of Sacred Ashes:
- Urn defiled
The Arl of Redcliffe:
- didn't help Redcliffe fight
- didn't help Redcliffe prepare
- Connor died
- Bella died
- didn't help to find Bevin
- never rescued Owen's daughter
- Isolde never sacrificed herself
Awakening:
- killed the Architect
- protected the Keep
- Nathaniel alive and well
- Oghren and Felsi reunited
Nature of the Beast:
- brokered peace
- brought Cammen and Gheyna together
- saved the halla
- told Athras about his wife
- found ironbark for Varathorn
- returned Deygan to camp
Paragon of her Kind:
- Branka killed herself
- Harrowmount rules
- told truth about Ruck
- didn't help Burkel
- Zerlinda remained alone
- didn't help Orta join assembly
- refused to help Dagna
- didn't prove Legion of the Dead connected to a noble house
- didn't look into the stolen tome
- didn't complete Rogek's lyrium deal
Broken Circle:
- mages supported
- Irving survived the battle
- didn't agree to Cullen's request
Denerim:
- Ser Landry alive
- told Bann Sighard about Oswyn
- didn't complete Slim Couldry's crime wave
- gave Alfstanna her brother's ring
- didn't recover beggar's amulet
- helped Alistair find Goldanna
- didn't bring scroll to Sister Justine
- cleared customers out of Pearl
- handled the Crimson Oars
- killed Master Ignacio
- killed Marjolaine
The Landsmeet:
- Anora rules
The Battle of Denerim:
- Warden killed the Archdemon
Warden's Keep:
- gained the Power of Blood
- killed Sophia, allowed Avernus to continue research with no restrictions
Witch Hunt:
- didn't go through the eluvian
The Stone Prisoner:
- Shale recruited
- the Warden didn't deal with Kitty, Amalia is alive and Matthias is possessed
Companions:
- no romance
- intimidated Revered Mother into freeing Sten
- found Sten's sword
- Warden killed Wynne after corrupting the Urn
- Morrigan had an Old God Baby with Alistair
- Warden executed Loghain
- recruited Oghren
- Zevran alive and well
- Alistair stayed with Wardens
- killed Leliana after poisoning the Urn
- acquired grimoire by killing Flemeth
Canon Point: end of Witch Hunt
Personality:
TBA
Skills and Abilities:
Attributes:
Strength: 22
Dexterity: 63
Willpower: 26
Magic: 15
Cunning: 57
Constituion: 42
Resistances:
Mental: 34
Physical: 56
Fire: 0%
Cold: 0%
Electrical: 0%
Nature: 30%
Spirit: 0%
Skills:
Coercion: Master
Stealing: Master
Trap-making: Master
Survival: Master
Poison: Improved
Combat training: Master
Combat tactics: Master
Talents:
Rogue:
Dirty fighting, combat movement
Below the belt, deadly strike, lethality
Deft hands, improved tools, mechanical expertise, device mastery
Ranger:
Summon wolf
Power of Blood:
Dark passage, the tainted blade
Dual Weapons (all skills)
Archery (all skills)
Inventory:
Weapons:
The Sorrows of Arlathan; Tooth of the Mountain-Father; Dar'Misu: dagger, one-handed (white steel) [Damage: 6.80, Critical chance: 5.10%, Armour penetration: 9, Strength modifier: 0.85]
Armour:
Quicksilver; Studded Leather Gloves (drakeskin); Dalish Armour (drakeskin); Leather Boots (drakeskin); Cinch of Skillful Maneuvering (+2 to all attributes, +14% spell resistance, +15% chance to dodge attacks); Iced band (+10 cold resistance)
Other:
5x health poultice, 5x injury kit, 107G, 7S, 11B
First Person Sample:
[It's a very disgruntled tattooed elf who appears on the video looking as if she's ready to bolt at a moment's notice or to loose an
arrow at the screen, the lines of ink by her mouth twisting as she frowns.]
Shemlen. [It's an annoyed mutter, not quite the snarl it usually is because fortunately for all, she isn't actually dealing with any shem in person. Yet. But they're everywhere and she's sure that soon enough she'll have to toe the line with them in order to get anywhere.] I am Damhnait Mahariel of the Grey Wardens - call me either of those names or simply Warden. I...I find myself having to ask for ai- advice. [Not aid. She's not a flat ear, she has her pride, her independence even if this is something out of the ordinary for her and that's saying something.] I'm in need of work - I have skills as a hunter, I know the ways of the forests and how to fight monsters of all sorts as well as men, dwarves, elves and even Qunari. [You probably need to know what a Qunari is to find that impressive although given that it's pretty obvious she's short even when sitting, it should say something about her.] Even passing messages or supplies I can do, if the coin is right.
[The shit you do in Ferelden to keep your party in armour, weapons and poultices.]
And if anyone knows anything about crafting aravels - I think shems call them landships - I... [by the Dread Wolf Mahariel you can do this] would appreciate it.
Third Person Sample:
Each morning when she'd woken in camp, there was always a moment when panic gripped her; no creaking of aravels, a dog barking, foreign accents murmuring to one another as she lay in her tent tracing over her Vallaslin. You are Arlathan, she would always think to herself, you are Falon'din. You are the last of the elvhen. At least the walking she was used to when all her life had been spent traversing the forests or moving from place to place lest the shemlen start to take issue with their presence by them. Only there was no Keeper here to lead them, that was her job now since Alistair had placed that responsibility on her shoulders before they had even arrived in Lothering so long ago.
Now she had a Vigil in a human city to run, a Dalish elf who had never so much as set foot in a town until she'd joined the Wardens. Not joined, she thought, still with that sharp twinge of bitterness and hurt, remembering how she'd begged to be able to stay, sent away, sent away to become this. Stuck listening to shemlen problems, most of them from the trumped up important ones who were probably supposed to help their people and instead bickered over land. At least when Varel had been alive there'd been someone to talk to about it, since the attacks when Amaranthine had burned it had been just her and the remaining Wardens and likely more plots brewing against her.
Let them come. Let them see my skill with a blade for themselves.
She missed her clan. Missed Ashalle who had been a mother to her in the absence of her own, missed Fenarel, Junar and Merrill and time spent with them. Hahren Paivel's stories, the one who'd handed down the stories of their past to her as a girl sitting at his feet around a fire, making sure she knew their history and never again shall we submit. Master Ilen and his beautifully crafted weapons and his stories too. Maren tending to the halla - it had been so long since she'd last seen a halla she couldn't even remember how they smelled anymore - and the steady guiding hand and voice of the Keeper. What did Marethari think of her now? Would she still welcome her with open arms and her kindly smile, gathering her close to call her da'len?
Most of all she missed Tamlen but she tried not to think about him, not when it still hurt, when he still might have been saved as she was. There was work to be done, there was always work to be done, petitions from this Bann or that Bann, Mistress Woolsey talking trade routes, the guards wanting to know what to protect. Maybe, if she was very lucky, a Darkspawn band would show up and she could grab Oghren, Nathaniel and Velanna and traipse off into the wilds to deal with it. For now she sighed, rubbed the last of the sleep from her eyes and steeled herself to face the day.
