Lunar Umbra

Ümbrgrèss turned around a hand on his dagger, then saw it was Anna and put his hand away. "Yes, we might die you know." He said softly. "But I am out here, because I like the sounds a creatures of the night..." he confided in her. "Other elves thought that I was out of touch with nature, but it was not true i liked a different sort of nature." He continued. "Just as I found that there are two types of Humans, there are the shems who are ignorant and hateful, and ere are the humans who think for themselves. I do not have a problem with humans anymore just the shems." He concluded. Why am I telling her this? It just makes me a more vulnerable target! And even if she is not a Shem she's not even your race! Ümbrgrèss mentally berated himself.

Later that night Ümbrgrèss woke up and silently walked out of his tent to sit under a tree and listen.... The crickets, the owls, the moths. The few living beings he actually cared for... There might be another though..... "She's a shem." He whispered to himself in protest. He looked into the silvery radiance of the moon. He was begining to think it might actually be more fun to actually join these Grey Wardens than to run away as he had initially planned...... She was not like the other shems, she was not ignorant, she treated him as more than an elf, and she had true power... Ignorance is why he disliked the shems, but a lot of these wardens where not so ignorant, they are outcast from that society just like he is.. These are a different kind of shemlen.. They are humans.....

Yeah, Ümbrgrèss does not have anything to really say to that

"She could be saving our lives soon, her magic is useful." Ümbrgrèss said simply. "Maybe your afraid of her." Ümbrgrèss said coldly. He was wondering if Civera would be useful, if she got mad to easy, her stealth would mean nothing in combat. He still glanced at the two blood magic users, hoping they would respond to his inquiry.

"So" Ümbrgrèss whisper very silently to the blood mage and blood knight while they sit together. "How does one obtain blood magic?" Ümbrgrèss Whisper to them curiously. Wondering if there was a way for him to utilize its power or at least understand it enough to counter it, should it be used against him.

Ümbrgrèss took his bowl of soup and sniffed it to see if he could smell any poisons in it, smelling none, he then took a little sip and tasted it. After that he concluded only a master poisoner could have made his poison so discret and proceeded to eat his soup. He whispered in Elven, "Soup is safe" to Annabelinda in hope that her small degree of knowledge in his tounge would be able to decipher the words.

"I believe that we should get on with the joining now that the introductions are out of the way." Ümbrgrèss said in a distant voice I want to see these "darkspawn" it will be good to plunge my daggers into something breathing again. It would be a good opportunity to see what the others are capable of. "Oh and by the way, my preferred victims is the ignorant shems." He said quickly to Conor. He turned to Annabelinda, "The ignorant label anything the do not understand is evil." He said softly to her. "Do not be afraid to use your power to protect your comrades." He said again and looked away.

Ümbrgrèss smiled back. "Perhaps you should hear all of my words before taking them as a threat." He said calmly. "I can already tell from your attitude and alliances you rely on some form of blood magic, you must take that from somewhere, and that takes time. When fighting me time you do not have, and even if you did take it from one of us I doubt you would be fighting only me." He said in an ice cold voice. "Save it for the dark spawn, I have better uses for my dagger than your tounge." He said before falling silent once more.

Ümbrgrèss allowed himself a small smile after hearing this... Conor's words...... He was liking this Shem already. "I would normally cut a Shem's tounge out for suggesting that....." He began "But, I must make exceptions for those ridding the world of the chantry." He said with a hint of approval in his voice. "You may call me Umbra for short."

Ümbrgrèss stared at the new arrival, he looked like a warrior, but he felt the same kind of darkness from him as he did from Annabelinda but not the magic..... He liked this one. "I am Ümbrgrèss a murderer, and this is Annabelinda a blood mage." He said staring intently at the newcomer, waiting for his response.

I believe the world 2000 B.C.E is better than 2000 C.E

That is not an attack, she is just saying that that is what the word "brony" implicates and some people seem to think that it means something else nowadays. We need to get back on track with this forum though its becoming less of a post your unpopular opinions forum and more of an argue about your opinions forum.

Celestia is a egotistical and should let Luna rule beside her equally.

Ümbrgrèss heard the shem's words. Ser Thomas was it.... He seemed to be a fool and would be a good source for Annabelinda's magic. Had the Mage not just said he was of the wilds? This shemlen was much to like the Shemlens he had know through his own life. If he got in his way he wouldn't even hesitate. "Are your ears to small to hear shemlen?" He asked in a slightly annoyed voice "Alric already addressed himsel as Alric of the wilds."

Ümbrgrèss studied this new arrival intently, the armour and huge weapon gave little doubt to her tactics. He was rather sad, this Shem was much less interesting than the two already here. He felt no kinship to her. When she ignored them and started checking her armour he could tell that she was a straightforward type. She would best be used to be pointed in the direction of the enemy and keeping the occupied while he and Rica took them from behind. His only concern was that she was the liveliest source for the bloodmage's magic and she probably take it from whoever was on her bad side... If he could somehow get her on the her bad side then it might produce wonderful results. "I am Ümbrgrèss" he said coldly. "This is the powerful magi Annebelinda and Alric of the wilds." He further explained to the warrior-shemlen.

Ümbrgrèss allowed himself a small smile. Here was one that mas one with nature and scorned the humans... These Shemlens might actually be fun.... "I am Ümbrgrèss, I was excised for killing a camp of shemlen while they slept." he said in an indifferent tone. He wanted to test this mage's courage. He was interested in how a shem raised away from other shemlen would respond. He noticed that this one seemed to share very little personality with him, judged by how he spoke. Like the truth about either of us would actually increase his trust. He was however, disappointed by the blood mage's reaction to her own power. In response he reached over to her with an arm, and lightly touched her shoulder. "If you fear your own power, you will fear yourself, if you fear yourself you will run from yourself, if you run from yourself it will be easier to let something else in." He told her softly "Rule over your powers do not let them rule over you" he said as he pulled his hand back and looked away.

Ümbrgrèss eyed her critically then realized that she was definitely an Apostate based on her appearance, but he was surprised that she put way her staff and even more so by her knowledge of his tounge. He was beginning to like this shem. "It means shadow-step, you speak my language well.... For a shemlen..." Ümbrgrèss said in a sllgihtly warmer tone. That dark secret.... Her kind words.... Only one thing could cause such a kind person to be excised..... Blood Magic... He suddenly found himself with feel kinship with her he always respected blood mages who could resist becoming an monster. "I hope you do have some..... Hard to obtain magics." He said in an almost reverent tone.

Ümbrgrèss nodded curtly, ignoring the urge to ask how many of them smelled like shemlen and went to the tent across from the raid haired shemlen. He wanted to make sure he could keep track of her movements, he knows better than to trust the sharp-tounged shemlen. He couldn't help but feel admaration for her zeal though. Unfortunately she wasn't joking about the smell as he settled down in the tent and wondered if Dirthamen would ever reveal the secret to the foul odor. He put way his pack and set a small spring trap around it as well, anyone who opened it around without turning the notch through the small hole through the backpack would have a dagger thrust into his hand. He put on his black cloak and walked back out to his superiors and sat down across from them, making sure to track the Mage-Shem while he did. He sensed that same connection he had with Yuriel inside with this Mage-Shem, ironic seeming as the most harsh sounding warden seemed to be the most innocent to his eyes. She had a dark and powerful secret, and he wanted to be on its good side... For now... "Hello Mage, you may call me Ümbrgrèss" he said in an indifferent bored tone to her interested in her reaction.

Ümbrgrèss quickly turned around at the sound of an approach. He stopped when he saw it was a small shemlen woman, shorter than he was and he was an elf! But then he noticed her staff and decided to keep ready for attack but put his hand away from his dagger. He turned back to his superior, and ignored the feeble tounged shemlen.

Ümbrgrèss walks slowly into the camp thinking about what brought him here as he did so. He felt it is strange that he would be sitting in a camp full of shems as a result of butchering one of their feeble kind, but Yuriel thought he should be here and he felt a slight bit of championship with him, as if a piece of them shared a similar fate... He had never felt that before.... As he neared camp he glanced over the shems sitting in it before moving into their view. Noticing the daggers strapped the red haired shem's back he figured here to favor stealth or underdogged tactics as well. That could be a problem she would also be more perceptive against them. Ser Thomas looked like the typical shemlen guardsman but based on the lack of fleas picking at his face he guessed he was not the common militia-men he better be careful around him he could probably outpower him in a one on one confrontation. And then there was the elf-warden, he was indebted to him for saving his life from the shems... He knew it but hated it... And was determined to earn his respect back. He noticed that Yuriel looked up at him when he stared at him, it seems he was going to be hard to sneak around. "I've come Yuriel, as I promised." Ümbrgrèss said simply, waiting for his superior's response.

Two mages, two warriors, and one rouge. One elf and four humans. Three men and two women. Two blood magic users and only one who might be opposed to it. One extremely downtrodden elf living with a bunch of downtrodden shems. Five who are morally grey at best. Man this is going to be fun maybe people will start to ask the darkspawn for help against us lol. The Templers can't catch us if there are no witnesses. Just out of curiosity does anyone here worships the Chantry? Ümbrgrèss worships the three darker Dalish Gods: Fen'harel the Dread Wolf, Dirthamen Keeper of Secrets, and Elgar'nan God of Vengeance.

Ok then I have another oc to submit. http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/darksteel-r6603 Perhaps this one will help even that unbalance.