Alors que la bataille s'acheva et que le nombre des abominations s'éclaircissait, Clara s'avança de sa position ferme et commença à avancer. Il est vrai que les mineurs shambling n'ont pas griffé à des apostats désespérés et à un maléficar discipliné, mais elle s'est assurée d'être prudente, mais ce serait bien trop embarrassant de devoir demander la guérison de sa blessure à la pickaxe. L'avancée elle-même était assez simple mais sans aucun sens - bouclier élevé et incliné pour rediriger vers les attaques qui viennent plutôt que les bouleverser avec des frappes rapides et efficaces avec l'épée, n'ayant pas besoin d'employer des techniques avancées quand ils peuvent à peine shambler un parry - avec l'équipement minier, pas moins.
À la fin de la bataille, Clara a fait une note de marche autour des morts pour s'assurer que chacun était mort par un moyen ou un autre. Elle ne connaissait pas cette race d'abomination et a choisi de ne prendre aucun risque, de peur qu'ils ne se lèvent pour prendre le parti de l'arrière. Une fois qu'elle était contente, ignorant la conversation en cours, elle s'est agenouillée à côté d'un des cadavres et après s'être reposée son épée à côté d'elle, a examiné le corps avec l'aide d'elle maintenant libre main. Il n'était pas difficile de comprendre l'essentiel de ce qui se passait : un rouge terreux avec quelque chose de semblable à des rochers mélangés avec le teint, sur les mineurs, plus la présence de lyrique rouge.
"Le lyrique a fait ça." Elle a conclu, quoique tranquillement et pour elle-même, que le reste du parti l'avait probablement compris aussi. Alors qu'elle n'avait pas déterminé la nature de la bête, elle avait au moins quelque part à commencer et pour elle c'était assez bon. Elle prit son épée à la main et se tint, où elle s'installa ensuite pour suivre derrière le nain blindé qui conduisit le parti plus loin dans les tunnels.
Tout au long du voyage vers l'intérieur et des nains, Clara est restée silencieuse. C'était moins une question de penser ou de mulling quelque chose de plus, mais plus qu'elle ne pouvait penser à quoi que ce soit à apporter - d'ailleurs, Flint semblait heureux de parler.. en grande partie à lui-même?
"Oh si seulement nous pouvions utiliser la magie..." est venu Flint, à laquelle Clara a cassé son regard sur la porte en bois robuste. Elle a eu l'impression qu'il y avait une barrière magique et qu'elle avait le mieux à purger le sort mais quand elle l'a attrapée, elle est revenue à son passif.
Clara AlmeidaKnight-Lieutenant, Templar Order
Age:
25.
Gender:
Female.
Race:
Human.
Nationality:
Ferelden, from the Frostback Mountains.
Occupation:
Templar ambassador to the Grey Wardens.
Equipment:
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Biography:
Clara Almeida was born in the mid-upper regions of the Frostback Mountains located to the east side of Ferelden, where her family had been a part of a semi-isolationist village which traded extensively with Redcliffe Village, providing unique meats and spices from the mountain in exchange for commodities such as warm clothes and crops produce that couldn't be grown in the three-season snow. At the time of Clara's birth the village was at the tail end of poverty and hardship as significant illness had struck its residents, in turn preventing them from hunting and hence trading for essential supplies; the chain of events continued until the village was left entirely with the sick and lame. After a failed attempt at helping the village by a group of volunteers from Redcliffe Village, the volunteers pleaded their case to the local Chantry, who investigated the matter and concluded that little could be done in such a late stage. The Chantry sect decided to save who they could, and took all those who could survive the trek down the mountain or could be carried, such as infants; luckily enough, Clara was once such infant.
Clara, orphaned after the passing of her village when she was no older than 7 months old, recalls her first memories within the walls of the Redcliffe Chantry. She never knew her family and frankly wasn't really bothered by it, partly because she never knew any better and partly because she was treated well by the religious brothers and sisters. Although she was considered to be put up for adoption, her hardy constitution and natural physical prowess deriving from generations of her family being from the mountains made her an ideal candidate for the Templar Order, and as such the chantry retained her as a Sister until she could be assessed at a more appropriate age.
At 16 years of age, Clara was formally underwent an aptitude assessment for the Templar Order, and having had her life to prepare for it plus her natural perks, she passed with flying colors. She was inducted to the order and began training for her to commence her service at her coming of age. Over the next 9 years of her service, Clara grew to become an excellent warrior and promising leader, which lead to her promotion to Knight-Corporal on grounds of merit and later Knight-Lieutenant on grounds of merit and the outbreak of the war, where she was given command of a platoon to contribute to the war effort. Throughout her career Clara showed unflinching loyalty to the Order: this contributed significantly to her merit, for a Templar's obedience was more important than anything else; although all of her achievements concealed something sinister, a near-crippling addiction to lyrium which took her as far as regularly snorting lyrium sand on top of standard ingestion in order to avoid withdrawals. Clara experiences significant withdrawals when denied lyrium and if denied it entirely for long enough, there's quite a daunting chance of it leading to her death. As of current she acknowledges her addiction and expresses a desire to prevent it getting worse, but she has no intent to begin taking less lyrium.
Recently, after a successful streak of leading her platoon in the war, Clara was reassigned as an ambassador for the Templar Order to the Grey Wardens. Command for the Templar Order recently and reluctantly concluded that such a means was necessary in order to preserve good relations with the wardens contribute to the good of the realm, on the grounds the ambassador would not flinch in their duties to rid the realm of the likes of apostates and abominations. Clara was nominated for the job by her Knight-Captain and later accepted, on the grounds of her outstanding service record, her unflinching loyalty to the Order, her suitable personality, and her severe lyrium addiction which would be used to manipulate her need be. When the news was broke to her platoon, the platoon contributed minor portions of their pay individually to collectively buy a dwarven-crafted officers longsword for their leaving platoon commander as a parting gift, which now acts as her sword of choice.
Clara now journeys with the Grey Warden Nolan Halwic, who was the next best thing to a perfect partner: a Mage who respected the need to rid the world of abominations conducting peacekeeping operations in sensitive areas. The two get along well, going about peacekeeping - in war-affected areas in particular - with Clara acting as the primary liaison to the Templars and Nolan as the primary liaison to the Mages.