Alessandra Caradas

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Crimes, Punishment and a twist in the tail.

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Date.png24th August 952

Location.pngAmaranthine

Characters.pngLessa, Cyan, Gilly, Colm, and later Ramon

Players.png@Jax, @Momo, @Claire, and later @Zhavirah

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Notes.pngThe Loyal Silver Order Knights and Guards are still fighting those in thier orders who betrayed the Arl, but a chance murder leads to something far more disturbing and could have far reaching consequeces for the Silver Order as a whole.

Links.pngWarden Rebellion

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Her armour had only just been repaired after her excursion into the Deep Roads with the Warden Constable and others when it seemed it would need to be repaired again. She snarled under her breath and ducked the clumsy swing. Since the Warden Rebellion up at the Keep, and those in thier own order that had taken part in that treachery the loyal SO's were having thier time spent rounding up the Silver Order Rebels. 

This lot were currently holed up in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Alesandra had no idea how many more were left, it seemed for the last month they were doing nothing more than rounding up traitors of the Guard and thier own Order. Makers bollocks she wanted a nice peaceful month, she had been hoping to get a weeks leave to head for a certain port. That was out the window now, so after sending a raven to cancel her leave with, someone, she had not only been in the deep roads with Cyan and other SO's but fighting her own brothers and sisters from the order who wanted Guthrie out. 

To that end. the Warden Constable, the Seneschal and the Warden Commander himself wanted answers. Standing back to back with the older Half Elf, she hooked her arms through the woman's and moved forward allowing Cyan to Kick out at a guards woman that was coming at them. 

The Amaranthine Guard too? How many more of these were there? She let her arms free and bashed her shield into the face of one particular SO woman who, if she hadn't acted would have made her grandfather fear for his legacy even more. She followed with a smack to the face of the woman with the pommel of her sword, and then a roundhouse kick that sent her flying.

"And stay down!" The harsh mountain accent ordered. 

She had a fat lip, a bloody nose and a shiner was staring to form once more, right where she had one the first time she worked with her partner. 

"No rest for the wicked" She sighed as she dashed into the fray again. 

 

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"Do they ever give up?" Cyan growled at Alessandra for the few moments they were fighting back to back, before the warrior darted off again. After the excursion to the Deep Roads, she'd officially had it with these rebels. Once again, she found herself wanting a nice soak in a hot bath! But no, after a month these jerks were still being a pain in the ass! 

Cyan was just as bloodied as her comrade, a gash across her cheek dripping freely. After elbowing the man that Alessandra had just dropped and was currently trying to get back up in the face, Cyan followed after the woman, drawing her bow as she went. 

"There's only a few left!" she called to the others, before spotting several trying to get away on the rickety upper levels of the warehouse. A whistling arrow crippled the rope that was holding together a support beam --stupid move on whatever carpenter had thought that was a good idea!-- and sending the lot of them toppling to the ground with several screams and crashes. "Idiots," the elf-blooded woman grumbled under her breath.

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Colm was perched high above, precariously admittedly, on a beam that supported his weight, He preferred the longbow, so he needed a little more room. He saw Cyan and Lessa smack some heads, at the moment he couldn't see Gilly, maker her head must be all over the place, her man wounded badly from what he had seen when he helped at the keep, traitor SO's and guard making life that much more difficult. 

He had never been to Kirkwall, or indeed anywhere outside of Fereldan, but he had heard enough of the stories about that cursed place to reason that this must be old hat to the younger woman. 

He took aim, his aim true and just as he saw Gilly deal with one of the guard and slap some chains on the wrist he took down a SO Knight by the name of Cariere, an arrow to the knee would stop him from moving again. 

He dropped off the edge of the beam, catching the edge before dropping down and knocking the man for six. He wasn't completely unscathed though, he had cuts on his face and hands where arrows and thrown daggers had grazed his skin. 

"When are they going to learn, its bloody over" he joined Cyan's side and drew his own dagger, "Catherine is dead, YOU HEAR ME YOU IDIOTS SHE'S DEAD!" 

He took a punch to the face and spewing language that he only spoke in the company of those he was comfortable with, the older man retaliated "Oh like that is it, come on then idiot!"" He drove his fist into the Guardsman face grinning as he saw Cyan bring some of them down leaving them in a heap on the floor "Where's Nef with the backup!" He shouted over his shoulder "She's late, RED BEHIND YOU!" he yelled and couldn't even draw his bow or throw his dagger at the guards woman coming up behind the Kirkwall woman, Colm himself was smacked in the face with a shield and saw red. 

 

 

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To outsiders looking in Gilly seemed like she was in control. Her movements were typical of any sword and shield bearer. What was different today was her sword had more blood on it than it might have had on most other days where she had a battle. Her sword arm was steady, strong and solid, hiding the trembling evoked by sheer rage. The stoic expression as she carved through the rebels hid the fury inside of her.

These men and women tried to kill him. They took out his eye. They tried to kill him.

Another fell and Gilly stepped over their body, not knowing nor caring who had killed them, the only thing that mattered was they were dead and could not rise up again and try to murder the people -  the person - she loved most in the world.

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The few that were left had nowhere to run or go, but they didn't fancy being caught either. Arrows from the two Rogue archers landed in kneecaps or felled them so they didn't move again and the Marcher bitch was like a storm that wouldn't end. Suddenly a very loud, very pissed off well spoken mountain accent cut through the shouts. 

"ENOUGH!" The Dragons Peak heiress was covered in blood, her armour once silver and hand crafted in the forges of the Peak was now stained red from the traitors she had cut down. 

She had seen a warden die in front of her in the deep roads, and the instigator too, She had seen Silver Order friends cut down or maimed by their so called brothers and sisters and she had seen Guardsmen and women fight to prevent anymore innocent people getting killed by traitor guard and she had had enough. 

No one had ever really seen Lessa loose her temper, Anyone who knew her family or had even heard of the Bann, knew that his temper was legendary, at that moment sickened and angry the young Heiress cut loose with her own temper, she was her grandfathers granddaughter in every way at that moment and she dropped the body of a senior SO officer she had been fighting moments ago. 

"CATHERINE IS DEAD! THE REBELS ARE DEAD! AND YOU LOT ARE GOING TO BE DEAD IF YOU DON'T DROP IT NOW!" She ached inside for the woman that had become like a sister to her, and two people that were what she classed as close friends. 

She heard the horses pull up outside and Harry bark Silver Order, as they so often did. "Choice is yours" She snarled "Every single one of you are traitors so i don't really care if you live or die, but justice will be served one way or another, Choice is yours" her lip curled in a sneer "and i am past caring" 

"For Catherine!" One SO woman yelled and charged, and stopped as Lessa's already drenched sword went clean through the armour and out the other side.

"That was for Nerf" She hissed, her card buddy who had lost her leg in one of the explosions at the Keep. When she took her sword out she swung it and cut the woman's head off "anyone else?" 

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Taking things personally worked well for some people. It made them stronger and more determined, like a dwarven berserker. But for Gertrude, work was work and duty was duty - her feelings were essentially irrelevant. Like her mentor used to say, a knight was just a mercenary who worked for honour rather than gold. 

And nothing was more honourable than fighting rebels for her arl. Gertrude worked with the efficiency of a dwarf machine - shooting an arrow from her crossbow here, punching someone unconscious there, and in between blocking attacks with the hilt of her axe. Even she sometimes doubted that she only had two hands. Not that it ever really was that easy, but Gertrude did have a way of making it look easy. 

Eventually they had no one left to fight in their immediate proximity. The rest of the rebels were cornered, but despite of Lessa's speech they were still determined to be dumb. Putting her axe back in its holster and readying her crossbow, she sat on an empty barrel and waited. Either those morons will fight and die, or they'll surrender and get arrested. Personally, she didn't even remotely care which they'll choose. 

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"Colm!" Cyan shouted in alarm when she saw a shield smash into his face. An arrow to the shoulder took care of his assailant, but there were still more putting up a fight, which made Alessandra extremely angry. Cyan could relate to her, for the ordeal with the rebels was getting old. They had lost too many to their machinations.

It was then, with the rebels cornered as they were, that backup arrived. With so many of the Silver Order now surrounding them, those who remained --with the exception of two-- surrendered. Cyan sighed harshly. Was it finally over? 

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Colm spat the blood from his mouth to the ground. He angrily snapped some chains on the ones that had surrendered but glared at the two who still refused. He had not gone down into the Deep Roads, he had been too busy trying to survive the fights that had started AFTER the rebel wardens were dealt with. 

He had no idea what offer had been made to these traitors, what that bitch and her co-horts, including Iris, curse her name, had promised them. The Silver Order was supposed to be above all that, founded by a mage yes, a mage warden yes but she had been the Hero of Fereldan, they had a legacy to live up to. 

Sonsofbitches all of them. He wiped his gauntlet across his face, his uniform was lighter than Lessa's or Gilly's, they were warriors, he, Gertrude and Cyan were rogues, but he still wore the silver with pride, and those bastards had put a stain on it that would take forever to get off. 

"Well?" he looked at the last two "Me or them? Wanna try?" he drew his bow "Whats it to be?" 

When the Traitors commanders head rolled to rest between them it seemed thier answer was given, they charged and he fired. His arrow hitting one in the throat taking him off his feet and onto his back, that awful gurgling sound as you fought too breathe coming from his ruined throat. 

The other one was still coming, 

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It did not matter that they had surrendered. All Gilly wanted was for it to be over. For those who had fought with Catherine to be gone. So she continued to fight and she killed the rest of them before wiping her sword and then walking away.

She would report back at to the Captain. Now they were all dead she could move on, perhaps?

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Leaving the newly arrived fellow Order to mop up the mess Lessa stepped outside and let the night breeze flick across her skin. She was tired, she was angry and she was, what ashamed? Ashamed to wear a uniform that had been stained with blood of innocents perhaps?

She didn't know but when she got to where she had left her horse she punched the wooden pole and rested her head against it breathing harshly to calm herself. Come the weekend when it was her time off she was going to that little port up the coast, she might even ask her partner if she wanted to come, even if it was for a couple days to just, forget for a while. 

She shook her head and waited for the other three. This, this was a mess and by the hand of the maker she was going to make them all fucking pay if she had too, damn traitors. 

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Their business here was done. Gertrude slung her crossbow on her back and headed out, wetting a piece of cloth with some water to clean the blood off her face.

She could see the anger and agitation on the faces of her comrades, and she understood where it was coming from. She's also served with those rebels, and witnessed their crimes.

But understanding it wasn't the same as feeling it. She didn't hate the rebels, or have any other strong feelings about them. They were enemies, so she fought them. Criminals, so she had to stop and punish them. Her feelings about their actions were irrelevant. It was a matter of duty, rather than emotion.

Usually, she learned to stay quiet about these views. It made her seem cold, and people hated cold - and hated her, eventually. That was part of why she left the royal army.

But Gertrude felt like her comrades were deteriorating to being too emotional, and she didn't want it to hurt them. She cared about them, enough to sound uncaring.

"Don't let this get to you," she told them, not in a scolding way but rather almost begging, "The people look up to us for more than just protection. We represent the arl, and when we can't keep our poise and composure he appears like a knight in battered armour." 

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An arrow was sent whistling at the second man who was charging Colm, hitting him right in the throat. He pitched over, clutching the wound and dying. Cyan was pissed and, for the time being, didn't so much as care about who she'd killed. Protecting her best friend and fellow comrades were all that had mattered to her at the moment, although she didn't like killing and would secretly stress over the guilt later. 

But they had done what they had to and hopefully the city was now safe again. At Gertrude's words, she clapped the woman on the shoulder as a sign of camaraderie, before making her way to the higher levels were Colm was. 

"Didn't knock you more senseless, did they?" she questioned, referring to his being hit in the face with a shield. "Come on, we should follow the others out of here."

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Colm scowled as those that had surrendered were led out in chains, he hoped they would all hang by the neck, thier crimes could have no other punishment. Not in his eyes anyway.  He saw Gertrude clap Lessa's shoulder but he figured leaving the red head alone might be a good idea at the moment. 

He didn't know women's moods too well, but he read body language and that spoke she wanted to be alone for the moment. "As if ii have any sense for them to knock" it was a mild attempt at levity. "Sides i got three strong armed women whom i work with a fair amount, seems you three got more sense to go round." 

He shook his head and hoped that this would be the end of this sorry affair, those that had escaped would find thier life hard, the protection of thier order already gone, and he knew that the currently fuming heiress had sent word to Dragons Peak and the surrounding Bannorns that should any claiming to be from the Order turn up looking for work, they were to be arrested. 

If they had any sense, they would not go there. "Come on Cy, i don't know about you but i think we could all use a drink." He put his arm round his best friends shoulder, "We'll head back to the barracks and get cleaned up then have a beer"

 

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Finding her horse, Gilly headed back to the barracks, her intention to report straight to the captain. She would not socialise, not tonight. She was in too dark a place to be around others.

[ooc - exit Gilly from the thread. Sorry guys, that fight brought out emo-Gilly! She won't be back in the thread. Have fun though!]

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Lessa watched Gilly ride away and heaved a sigh. Whatever demons plagued her friend right now, she hoped she would find her way through. She turned her thoughts from that and nodded her thanks at Gertrude. Although she found Gertrude's seemingly hero worship of Innes quite charming. 

She waited for Cyan and Colm to emerge, when Colm suggested a drink she though that was a damn good idea. As long as none of them got silly about it, they were on duty after all, but in light of recent events, it was a difficult time for them all. In one form or another. 

"Come on then one drink then back at it. Its going to be a long night people." 

She mounted her horse and didn't even bother looking at the survivors. They were not worth her time or her gaze. The fact they would be swinging by weeks end gave her some cold comfort. She had no idea it was going to get worse. 

 

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Gertrude looked in concern at the road to the barracks. She knew Gilly can protect herself, but her expression had the former merc worried. People could do pretty stupid shit when they're in this kind of dark mood, and while she realised Gilly might need space, it didn't feel right leaving a sister in arms to deal with these emotions alone.

"Maybe I should follow her?" she asked Cyan, "Make sure she's... as alright as she can be, considering everything?"

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"Nah, I'd give her a bit of time," Cyan replied, having noticed the dark look on Gilly's face as she left. "We can check on her later when we get back to the barracks. Come on, I want a fucking drink." After everything over the last few weeks, Cyan wanted several drinks actually. Tonight, she might be getting a little plastered if she could get away with it, although the she highly doubted she would under Lessa's watch. Still, she was happy to follower her comrades to the nearest tavern and as soon as she walked in, Cyan ordered the largest beer that the establishment had!

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Colm was first into the bar and he brought a round of drinks. Yes if the Major caught them drinking  on duty she would probably have a fit but right now, after all they had endured that night, he couldn't wait to sup his ale, and he was damn sure he could sneak in more than one. 

He glanced at the three women with him and raised his tankard in a silent salute to the fallen of thier Order who had stayed true to thier oaths and for some of his friends in the guard too. He looked at Cyan "They found Frieda yesterday" he told her, his ex lover and a friend from thier days in the guard "Her mother was told she would not have to pay for her pyre" He looked into his ale "The Warden Constable is taking care of it i think, orders from his Red headed rogue"

Lessa rested a hand on his shoulder in sympathy then went back to her drink. "hey Less, i hear you tinkle the Ivories" He looked at her and motioned with his head to the vacant piano "Need something to take this morose mood away, how about a tune that will have people smiling" 

The noblewoman glanced at him and shrugged a little. Colm sat back and took in the mood as the youngest member of thier group got up and made her way to the piano. He looked at Cyan as smiled sadly "Long night says we deserve two of these at least" 

 

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Lessa thought of the cheeriest drinking song she could and began to play. She got a few looks but she carried on and soon enough the mood lifted, although not in her at any rate. Still she wanted to see her friends relax. Even if it was just for a little while. Her dreams, when she did sleep consisted of those blasted deep roads and the dead at the keep. 

When she had come back from the deep she had been on clean up duty, taking names of the fallen Silver Order, helping the Orders own healers with the little knowledge she had. Word had spread that the future Bann had saved the Warden Constables life, which she had brushed off, the man was a Warden, he had the constitution of an ox, that in turn had led to questions from the Major, asking her if she was a mage. 

It had taken Lessa an hour to convince the Major she was not, her aunt was and had insisted on teaching her battlefield triage. Nothing more, nothing less, but right now she wanted nothing more then her aunt to walk in and say something, anything, even if it was "what are you doing" but she wouldn't and Alessandra knew that. 

She got up and returned to her seat "nice one Less" Colm grinned She nodded "You work with Red, Will she be alright?"

Lessa looked at him then the other two, her hazel eyes going from one to the other. "She just needs some space and time. Callums still in the infirmary along with a lot of Wardens and Silver Order. When she's ready, she'll be back and ready to be well, Gilly i guess, her priorities at the moment lay elsewhere"

Lessa looked at Cyan and Gertrude "So how you ladies holding up?" Her mountain accent softening. 

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Gertrude only had a few sips of her ale. She wasn't going to drink a whole mug while on duty. Or off duty too, really. The warrioress didn't really like to drink, except for when she actually wanted to be drunk and then she'd drink something much stronger.

That didn't mean she was going to be a buzzkill for the others, though. The situation with those traitors was depressing enough, and she thought taking their minds off it for a while was a good idea. If anything, her dislike for drinking meant the others could allow themselves a bit more, knowing she's there to look out for them.

Shrugging in reply to Lessa's question, Gertrude tried to ask herself the same. But other than worrying for the safety and wellbeing of her comrades and those they were sworn to defend, she couldn't really figure it out. Am I tired of this? Am I happy it's almost over? She was never really in touch with her feelings, but in moments like this she wondered whether she even really felt as much as others did. 

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"We will have to attend the funeral," Cyan replied to Colm before sinking into her own drink, not wanting to think about those they had lost. It was a depressing thing and for awhile she didn't say much, instead focusing upon the ale in her tankard with the soft piano music in the background. Soon, however, it ended and Lessa returned. 

To her question, Cyan shrugged. "Could be better, could be worse," she answered, strangely calm for her. More than anything, however, she was tired. But, at least she had gotten through this mess, as had the three around her. That was a consolation in itself, she supposed.

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Colm shrugged at his friends question "We're alive thats all that matters really" He downed half his ale and let the loudest belch go, although he apologist, seeing as they were in armour and in a public place, and he moved a little so Cyan couldn't smack him with her hand or something. 

"Sorry thats stuffs gassy" he Looked at the three women "Better the top then the bottom thats what i say" He saw Lessa's eyes roll and smirked. "So Less, anyone special waiting for yer? You too Gertrude, cause we all need something out of the uniform and the order, something that makes us feel human i guess, normal, yeah thats the word, normal"

Colm wasn't being nosy and he wasn't fishing either, he tended to shy away from intimate relationships, more so since...well since it had all gone up in smoke around them. He had seen Gilly with Callum a few times around the Keep or in the city on said woman's days off, but he had never seen Alessandra or Gertrude with anyone other then thier own company or friends and he was curious.

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Lessa looked at him and arched an eyebrow when he asked about her personal life. She shrugged a little but didn't answer right away, "No one here" She finally said and left it at that. 

She wasn't being rude or ignorant, it was the truth, she wasn't seeing anyone here. She lent on the table "When my shift is over and the paperwork filed and dotted and all that, i go out and i sit outside the limits, and i watch my homelands. Or i take a walk along the beach, climb the highest cliff i can find, strip off and dive off the top"

Colm stared at her, she winked a little and supped her ale "What can i say, i like extreme sports" that and Cliff Diving had become a hobby of hers. Well climbing in general but Cliff diving held a special place in her heart. 

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Gertrude buried her head in her hands for a second, giving Colm an intensely scolding look but keeping silent. She new they all needed to blow off steam, but it was still best if that's all they blow off.

His question took her by surprise, however. Not that he was asking about her personal life - having lived in some type of military group or another ever since her family's massacre, she knew people cared about their comrades' so-called private business. But considering what she was thinking about before, the words "something that makes us feel human" made her feel anything but. She didn't have "anyone special", or much of anything else outside of her job, and has never really wanted to either. She only took days off when the Major said she had to, and even then she spent most day training. Why is that so wrong? she thought, Why is that not normal?

But she didn't say anything about that. Shaking her head she answered, "Well... this counts, right?" It sounded a little more apologetic than she meant, but truly spending time with her comrades was all the fun she needed. Except maybe for reading her father's journals, but that really was private.

"I do like that cliff diving idea. Maybe you can show me how sometime?" she told Lessa, not even considering the others might interpret it the wrong way. Nudity among comrades wasn't anything she felt uncomfortable about, or attracted to.

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"I love how I don't get the same question," Cyan butted in with a laugh, elbowing Colm in the ribs. "Afraid to know?" she questioned with a smirk, before smiling towards the other girls, who she was finding that she liked. 

She grinned at Gertrude first. "Yes, this counts," she insisted, for drinking with friends and comrades always felt like something special, in her opinion. What better way to reinforce solidarity with the ones at your back, after all? 

Lessa's idea, gave the elf-blooded woman only slight pause. "Cliff diving?" she echoed, surprised by the reckless activity of the woman. "Damn. Let's do it." While Cyan wouldn't call herself an adrenaline junkie, she couldn't help but jump at the chance to do something exciting (which was possibly influenced by her mostly empty tankard).

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