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[ Sure, I don't mind. Just skipping the journey back and going to the recruits gathered and waiting for the commanders? ]

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ooc;; exactly what I was thinking. Everyone else on board?

[ArtoriasoftheAbyss]

(I am)

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ooc;; I'll make the first post soon, in about an hour or so - been so busy ;n;

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[[Hey everyone! New characters have been added to the front. Welcome Lyrebird! uvu - Now let's proceed with the
Joining Ritual shall we? ewe]]

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[x]

warden commander || female || human || young adult || mage

location;; ostagar army camp tagged;; open

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Tala silently made her way to the old temple, the evening was finally upon them. Behind her she led the group of Grey Warden Recruits, each of the shrouded with fear or anxiousness. I can feel it in the air. But this is no uncommon occurrence. They have to be brave, not only for themselves but for each other. Tala knew what happened to Grey Wardens who didn't want to go through with the ceremony. It wasn't a pleasant scenario, and she'd rather avoid unnecessary death if she could. Wordlessly, she stopped and waved her arm to let the warden recruits pass, entering into the temple. They were surrounded by tall, ancient pillars that whispered of a different time. Torches were lit along the walls, and ancient text was carved into the walls. Tala watched them pass, each looked more terrified as the light of the flames reflected in their dilated pupils. Remembering her Joining, she understood the fear well, and the temptation to run. Except she didn't, and look where the Warden Commander ended up. As the last entered, she turned on her heel and made her way to Duncan and the other commanders, standing beside them. Her robe swished as she turned to look at those they had chosen, they who they thought had been 'worthy' enough. Those they were sending to their death. Regardless if they make it through or not they will all die, she thought grimly, We will all die. The Calling will come for us soon enough. Expressionless, her eyes flicked to the table next to them. It was lined with multiple viles of dark, thick blood. Darkspawn blood to be in fact. Raising her chin and trying not to show her discomfort of the whole situation, she turned her gaze back to the recruits.

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grey warden || male || dwarf || adult || warrior

location;; ostagar army camp tagged ;; open

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Milo followed the wardens in suit, walking slowly in the back. His dark eyes scanned his surroundings, a brooding look implanted on his face. The ancient holdings reminded him of Orzammar, but then again it's energy didn't in the slightest. As they enter the temple, he stopped at the entrance, letting others pass. The commanders, including Duncan stood up at the front, watching them with an even gaze as they entered. Milo then spotted the viles of blood, and the hair raised on the back of his neck. "By the Stone...." he muttered to himself, wrinkling his nose. Being a dwarf of noble status, he knew well what darkspawn bloody looked like, the colour a dark, crimson red with black streaks running through it. It was tainted and evil ; his armour used to be covered in it whenever they did raids in the deep roads to clear them out. I swear by the Stone if they make us drink that filth... he thought, furrowing his brow. Knowing full well he couldn't turn back, he stepped into the crowd of recruits, making his way to the side so he could see what was happening.

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warden recruit <> female <> elf <> young adult <> rogue
location;; ostagar army camp <> tagged; open, Milo

Falon'fen stood next to the Durgen’len - Milo, she'd learned, was his name - and watched the commanders with narrowed eyes and arms crossed before her chest. She'd known the situation would get worse; there was no way it couldn't. Though she was expecting to be killed immediately in battle, not become a monster.

The silence stretched on, and Falon'fen found herself increasingly bothered by it, teeth grinding together and nails digging into her skin at the prolonged pause. She was speaking up before she even realized it, tone harsh. "What are you waiting for? Cowards are you? Stalling our deaths?" She sneered, stepping up to the table with the aim to drink one of the vials herself, and hoping one of her fellow recruits would follow behind her to do the same.

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Tala;;

Tala heard a voice spoke up and her chest tightened, stomach turning into a knot. She opening her mouth to speak, Duncan cut her off and walked forwards, putting a broad arm infront of Falon'fen. "The Joining Ritual must procede as necessary." His tone was heavy and serious, and he waved his arm for Falon'fen to go join her spot with the rest of the wardens. Tala let out a long breath, the tension releasing from her chest. The eagerness some of them had, it worried her. They knew what could happen, she had heard them gossiping around the fires, going silent as she walked by. Duncan stepped forwards and addressed the crowd of recruits, "As by tradition, there's an ancient vow that must be said at the beginning of each ritual. Tala, if you would please." He stepped back, and Tala moved forwards, taking his place. Closing her eyes and bowing her head, she began to speak the words she had heard so many times before. "Join us brothers and sisters.
Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant.
Join us as we carry the duty that can not be forsworn.
And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten.
And that one day we shall join you."

Milo;;

The dwarf watched grimly with a dark expression as the elf pushed past him and approached the table of viles. Someone didn't fear death, just as he did. As far as he was concerned, he had no real reason to live - so death was almost welcoming. His dark eyes scanned over her and his brow furrowed as she got sent back to join the crowd that was buzzing with anticipation. "Death is a funny thing, but horrible as well. Don't be so eager to lose your life." He muttered as Falon'fen was made to join the crowd again. The sight of his brother Trian laying dead at his feet flashed through his mind, and he tried not to shudder. He surpressed the memory, and turned his focus to Tala as she spoke.

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OOC;; All new characters have been accepted and the front page has been updated!

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Ciri stood in the line as she heard of the ancient vows that the wardens took.She repeated them in her head as she watched Duncan look at her with a look that told her that he was proud.Her yellow eyes watched the elf warden approach the table of vials. Ciri felt a shadow of death upon her as she watched the elf with careful intent.

Eridan walked through his portal was he stood on top of roof. He noticed the Gray Warden commanders and the several new recruits. He felt a ping of magic that ran through the vials but he paid no attention to it. He let his magic go silent as he watched the ceremony begin.

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warden commander || female || human || young adult || mage

location;; ostagar army camp - old ruins tagged;; warden commanders and recruits

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As she finished her last words, she opened her eyes and stepped back, not looking at anyone however. The drumming of her heart beat ringed in her ears, drowning out all other senses she may of had been able to focus, but it was clear she was throbbing with fear. It ate away at her, like a fly to a rotting corpse. Avoiding the gaze of her seniors, she listened as Duncan stepped forwards, his heavy armour crunching the soft floor below. "Now we shall proceed to the final part of the Joining Ritual." Tala swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat beginning and a shiver run down her back. Visions flashed through her head, the worst of all outcomes, past Joining Rituals ending in pools of crimson blood and death. Plagues of darkspawn, whispers of cruel tidings and voices - voices calling out to her. The archdemon... she thought quietly, letting out a long, slow breath. Biting her tongue, she tried to look up, and force herself to watch the events about to unfold. Duncan spoke up again, "You may now each take a single vile," gesturing at said items on the table, "Each vile contains darkspawn blood. As a recruit, you must drink it, and master its taint, to be able to become a Warden. Like we all have." The wise man turned his gaze on Tala and the other commanders. Tala felt her brow droop and eyes fall to the ground once more, the pain of the Joining screamed in her mind. She remembered it like her whole body had set on fire, her head about to split. Her blood had turned to ice and she couldn't move her limbs. And then, everything went white, and she had passed into a deep sleep, her mind soaring through the Fade. Darkspawn surrounded her, yelling and taunting and wreaking havoc - killing mere visions of the people she loved and cared about. Then, she remembered the dragon like creature she had seen - dark with cruel curved fangs and a large wingspan. It's cries pierced the earth, painless, but struck terror in her heart. Tala continued not to watch, as Duncan moved aside to let the recruits step forward and receive their viles. Maker guide them. Let them live she prayed in silence.