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She's a hell of a fine sheila aint she?" Kiwi commented. Somehow, she had acquired a full bottle of whiskey and was standing next to Trench. "I saw you getting all goo-eyed. Can't say I blame ya. She's no Dog, that's for sure. I might like to see her in a cozzie, myself. But I'll keep to me own bizzo."

@, Hey, lonewolf, I see you're online right now. You should read Snail's last post. we're waitin for ya!

@, Kiwi stood up from the couch and walked over to Tempest. There was a sway in her step and the aroma of alcohol permeated around her. She spoke with a slightly slurred voice and a heavy Australian accent. "Looks like you and I got a couple a' bludgers for our first round, and I'm 'bout guaranteed to have a blue with you. I think that's really ripper! Don't you go stuffie 'fore I can show you show you something real bonza! 'Till then, I'm gonna hit the turp." (Did you follow any of that?)

Kiwi eyed Overlord as he stood up. He was the kind of pony she hated to talk to and loved to fight. A cocky bastard with something to show for it. "Betta make with it quick. You're the first fight," she said. A red blush under her eyes signaled minor intoxication.

@, Kiwi sat sprawled out on a two-pony couch in an unflattering position with a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in her right front hoof. Her first fight was against some nopony who wasn't even worth her time. However, after the preliminaries, things would get tough. She could tell just from looking at him, Tempest was going to win his first round as well. Meaning that Tempest would be her first real opponent. She didn't know much about Tempest, but he looked like a tough customer. She eyed her nearly empty bottle and took the last few sips before angrily slamming the glass bottle on the ground, shattering it to pieces. "AND WHY IS THE BOOZE HERE SO DAMN EXPENSIVE?" She cried out in random frustration.

I'm making a character for this right now! Just hold on a sec. Okay, here she is: http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/kiwi-puff-r7031 I gave her a cute name that matches the actual show, but her character is based off of Chu. Can I be approved?

Civera gripped the hilt of her blade with both hands and placed her right foot on the side of the dead ogre. Pushing on the corpse with her foot and pulling with her hands, she retrieved her blade and rushed to Ser Thomas's side. The remaining hurlock warrior swung at her with his sword, but she easily blocked it with her two handed blade, then counter attacked by decapitating the creature.

Civera mustered up all of the rage she could and directed it at the beast. With the Ogre distracted by the knight, she charged at its right side with her blade held out like a javelin and stuck it into the monsters lower gut as deeply as she could while she screamed in anger. Though this did considerable damage to the monster, it also left her defenseless and unable to retract her blade.

@@Lunar Umbra, Civera watched Umbrgress quickly assault the alfa. When he cut off its hand, she readied her greatsword and thrust it into the alfa's gut, spraying the trees and bushes behind it with black, tainted blood. She twisted the blade, puled it out, and let the darkspawn fall to the ground.

@@Lunar Umbra,@, @@RunsWithSquirlz, @,@, (Sorry for the late reply guys, let's keep this going!) Civera went to her tent to grab her sword and strapped it to her back. Her mind was constantly focused on the joining ritual. She rejoined the group and stood next to Umbrgress to show that she was ready.

Civera wasn't a morning person. When she heard the metallic banging, it felt as if her brain was pulsating. She sluggishly crawled out of her bed roll and began to put on fresh clothes. After she was dressed, she strapped her armor on on top of her clothes. This was the first time she had worn her plate armor in her present company. It offered a much needed layer of protection and warmth. When she was ready, she walked out to join the others.

Civera crawled into her tent and weathered herself against the cold. She crawled into her bedroll as deeply as possible so that none of her body was exposed to the frosty air. She wasn't worried about the joining ritual. After all, it was only a ritual. The real challenge would be her service as a Warden.

"And how many Grey Wardens do you know that lead normal lives?" Civera asked. Pointing out the blatant pointlessness of what Connor had said. "Did any of you listen to Yuril? Or were you all too busy treating Annabelinda like a shiny toy?" She said this after observing how Connor and Umbrgress had been treating Anna differently from the others, acting as if she was the single most important thing in the entire campsite. Anna was innocent enough, and she did not know enough about Connor to have any thoughts about him. Umbrgress, however, she did not like. He had been obsessing over Anna since the moment she entered the camp. Civera knew what it looked like when someone was trying to manipulate another.

Civera spoke like an old war veteran recalling a distant, but well remembered story. She had advocated against the Crows many times in her life, and it had gotten her in more than her fair share of trouble. "The Crows are not simple assassins like they claim." She said, "They are more than that. In Antiva, being a Crow does not make you a criminal, it makes you a hero, someone to look up to. Many of the ignorant masses love The Crows! The Crows enjoy power and comfort that they could never achieve on their own. Many of them are taken from the lowest places in society. They are taken from the streets and or bought from whorehouses and raised to live like kings in exchange for murder!" Her tone quickly changed to a bitter rage. "They do not deserve the gold they horde! They do not respect anything! They do not look out for their brothers-in-arms! They do not love Antiva! They have turned our streets into piss! They abuse their own people like stray dogs, not even fit to exist! The abuse you Fereldins have felt under Orlais is nothing compared to what they have done to their own brothers!" She stopped herself fem speaking further, realizing that she had said too much. She had more to say. The story was more personal to her than she had lead on, but she was not willing to say more. Not yet.

"Then you are lucky." Civera said, "Antiva's beauty is a lie. It is a horrible place, all full of assassins... and Antivans!" After saying this she shifted back to a serious tone. "What do you know about the Antivan Crows?" She asked as she wiped off the flat ends of her blade.

"Civera," Civ replied shortly. Even with such a quick response, her Antivan accent could be heard clearly. Though it was already obvious that she did not come from Fereldin. When she touched the flat end of her blade, she could feel that it was still very cold, so cold that it felt like her finger tips were burning. She quickly pulled her hand away and shifted her metal gear toward the fire. Civ then turned her attention back to the two recruits. They seemed to be interested in talking and she was not shy. She knew many Elves from Antiva, but also knew that they were different from the ones in Fereldin. She had never seen a mage outside of the Antivan Circle, however. "This Fereldin is cold, and smells of dog," she stated bitterly. "But I suppose the farther from Antiva, the better, no? Have you been there?"

@, You're the last one not to post!

Civera approached the campsite from the beaten path from the road carrying a soggy map in her left hand. With a small backpack that her armor could barely fit in, she had walked all the way to the campsite from Denerim. She regretted making the journey without a coat or thick boots. She was unused to Fereldin's cold climate and had expected a warmer journey. She didn't say anything after she entered the campsite. She simply dropped her pack next to the fire and began inspecting it to ensure that her armor and sword had survived the journey. She wouldn't have been surprised if the leather straps on her plate-mail had frozen off in the Fereldin cold!

@,@, @, It's me again! Here's my character, same as last time. Name: Civera Cosley (I will be referring to her as Civ) Gender: Female Race: Human Description: Civ has long, raven black hair and light blue eyes. Her chin and jaw are narrow, making her face look somewhat thin. She is very tall, even able to tower over some men. Her sturdy, robust body allows her to wear heavy plate armor. Personality: Civ loves and hates her native land of Antiva. In Fereldin, she is mostly just confused and knows little about how to interact. Because she was raised in Antiva, She is used to violence and is perfectly comfortable with things that are considered inappropriate in Fereldin. Despite her manners and her bluntness, Civ is primarily a fighter for justice, especially in a place as corrupt as Antiva. Class: Warrior Specialization: Berserker Technique: Two Handed Equipment: A Silverite Greatsword, Silverite Plate Armor, casual clothes Backstory: Civ grew up as an orphan in an Antivan whore house (Which is normal in Antiva) most of her childhood friends were sold to the Antivan Crows, but she was never bought because she lacked the finesse they were looking for. At the age of fourteen, she escaped from the whore house alone with a few stolen silvers and joined a street gang in lower Antiva City. She left the gang when she was old enough to fight for herself and later found out that a majority of the remaining gang members had been killed by a cell of Antivan Crows. She began mercenary work, primarily hiring herself out to nobles in need of protection from Crow Assassins. Her only purpose she lived for was to fight the Antivan Crows as much as possible. She blamed them for how corrupt her beloved Antiva had become and for taking away so many of the dear friends. The Crows took notice of her and she experienced two failed assassination attempts that were directed at her. She intended to continue until they finally killed her, but her reputation also attracted another group when she was recruited to the Grey Wardens.

@, @, @, @@Umbreon Civ walked over to Thomas's side as he stood next to Rica's corpse. She patted him on the shoulder, then made a verbal suggestion to the group. "We cannot take her back to camp. Perhaps we could bury her here, but..." She paused for a moment. "But her daggers. These are dragonbone! This is useful, no?"

Civ felt her blood boil with rage. She could always go berserk over her hatred to the Antivan Crows, but this wound was fresh on her soul. She entered a trance of anger and cried out a vicious war cry as she charged at the darkspawn. She swung at it at exactly the same time as Connor did to increase there chances of hitting.

Civera used all of her strength to roll the darkspawn Ogre back over on its back so that she could retrieve her sword. After she finall got the ogre to expose its belly, she grabbed the sword by the handle and used her boot to push on the ogres chest so that the blade could come free.

Civ saw a perfect opportunity once the Ogre used both of his hands to deal with the dwarf. She held her greatsword with both hands and made the blade point forward like a lance. She concentrated her pent up rage toward the Antivan Crows and used it to enter a berserker frenzy. Her blood ran hot and her grip on her sword tightened so greatly that her palms began to bleed. She charged straight into the Ogre and thrust her sword into his exposed belly, using all of her strength and stamina for one final attack.