Rappelez-moi encore une fois pourquoi nous aidons les gardes? les qunari ont demandé à sa naine alors qu'ils marchaient sur le sentier qui les mènerait au fort où les gardes recrutaient. Son compagnon a donné un soupir d'ennui, fatigué d'essayer d'expliquer pourquoi ils allaient aider les directeurs. Un problème avec les Qunari était qu'ils n'avaient jamais eu à traiter avec un Blight. La plupart d'entre eux n'avaient jamais vu de crapaud jusqu'à ce que cette brûlure commence. Son grand homologue n'était pas une exception. Elle en avait vu peu de loin quand ils voyageaient, mais sans un Archdémon, ils n'étaient pas organisés, mortels cependant. Maintenant avec un autre Blight apparemment sur Thedas et le reste du monde, il était important d'obtenir autant de mains capables pour combattre la menace.
"Parce que Zeynep, ils ont besoin de combattants expérimentés, des personnes avec certaines compétences, et la possibilité de paiement peut-être ou quelque chose. En plus de ce dernier travail à Kirkwall ne nous a pas vraiment fait de meilleurs amis pour laisser ça se rafraîchir avant de revenir. » C'est autant que le nain l'a dit, de se fatiguer pour répéter le reste de sa rancune. Zeynep n'a donné qu'un grognement et a regardé autour, comme si on attendait quelque chose pour attaquer. Mais elle-même avait de bonnes raisons de s'inquiéter. Non seulement ils se rapprochaient à la frontière de Tevinter où qunari n'avait pas une réputation assez grande, mais elle était Saarebas tourné Tal Voshoth, une trahison de la Qun. Elle était beaucoup étrangère à son propre peuple ainsi qu'à la plupart des autres races, le qunari n'étant pas tout à fait tolérable du qunari.
Ils atteignirent le fort à midi, et entrèrent dans l'agitation et l'agitation des hommes qui se préparaient à se battre. Un griffon a volé au-dessus d'eux laissant Gavlan dans l'étonnement."Béni soit les ancêtres. J'ai seulement entendu parler de Griffon dans des histoires," il a dit avant de revenir à la tâche à portée de main ", Eh bien, nous devrions trouver le chef de cette tenue et rapporter. Regardez le bon côté Zeynep, un qunari de leur côté pourrait effrayer le Darkspawn."
« J'en doute après Par Vollen », a dit Zeynep avec un froncement faisant la malédiction de Gavlan à son erreur.-- Bien, regardons autour de nous pour trouver le gars quelque part, répondit Gavlan rapidement. Bien sûr pour un nain, il était difficile de tout voir à travers un tas de jambes, c'est là que la hauteur accrue de Zeynep est venue en main, étant capable de regarder sur le dessus de la plupart des têtes."Peut-être devrions-nous essayer l'oreille du couteau démontant le griffon," a-t-elle déclaré en indiquant où il était.
"Vraiment de bons yeux lass mais devrait probablement s'abstenir de l'appeler une oreille de couteau," Gavlan lui rappela alors qu'ils se séparaient d'un groupe de personnes sur leur chemin.
Her attire:

Character name:
Tal-Vashoth Zeynep Sihir
Age:
26
Species:
Qunari
Allegiance:
N/A
Class:
Saarebas (Qunari Mage), more specific her prowess is being a Force Mage.
Skills and talents:
Fist of the Maker- The mage slams enemies into the ground with incredible power, against which armor is no protection.
Stonefist- The mage hurls a stone projectile that strikes with massive force.
Chain Lightning- The mage singes a target with lightning, and electrical arcs lance out to hit other nearby foes.
Hex of Torment- The mage curses the enemy, increasing damage from all sources for a short time.
Items:
Her polearm which doubles as her catalyst of dishing out the magic she knows.

Bio: 
Zeynep was born Par Vollen and like all other qunari children, was sent to be raised by the Tamassrans of the capitol city, Qunandar. For a time she led the normal life that is expected of all qunari children, and of course would of more then likely have become one of the Tamassrans as well until the day came that she showed that she was cursed with the use of magic. When it was found out that she was plagued by this curse, she was removed from the care of the Tamassrans and placed in the care of an arvaarad, she became a saarebas. Those that she had come to know as brothers and sisters, the only form of family she would ever had, rejected her and she soon lost all contact to the world around her. Under the care of her arvaarad, she became nothing more then a social outcast due to the fear of magic that the Qun had. Zeynep learned to not speak at all after watching a fellow saarebas have his own tongue cut out of his mouth due to the accusation of that saarebas practicing magic while his arvaarad was not looking. She never spoke only gave nods and head shakes to questions or to show she was listening. She was lucky enough to be sparred from having her horns removed, making an agreement with her arvaarad that allowed her to keep her horns.
Zeynep eventually fooled them all that she was nothing more then a submissive servant, all the while she planned her escape. She might of not spoke but she secretly taught herself magic, it was never an easy task but she taught herself enough to have a means of escape. Eventually the time came where she could run, leave the Qun and become Tal-Voshoth. She never wanted to return to Par Vollen, there was nothing for here there to stay and she cursed the place for her exile from society and treatment which was no better then being an attack dog.
When the night came of her escape, she manage to slip by her arvaarad, asleep like a babe, never expecting that Zeynep would try such a feat. She would never know how long it took for them to discover her escape but it did not matter. She ran south, only stopping when necessary. She could not remain in one place for long, there was no knowing if she was being hunted down as she ran, if she was caught it would only mean death.
Once she managed to get as far as Orlais, that was when she took time to stop. She hid herself among the shadows of the city, finally cutting away the strand of strings that kept her mouth sown shut, not enough to entirely keep her from opening it but enough that it had been able to prevent most talking above a whisper, to finally hear her own voice again shocked her. She had not heard it in years since she had become saarebas, now though she was free of that accursed title and free to learn to speak the native tongue of Thedas. She had to learn on her own for quite some time, listening and piecing what everything meant. She learned a lot from her time in Orlais. Eventually though she left Orlais and continued south, coming to the Free Marches and finding herself in the city of chains, Kirkwall. Here she sold herself off as a mercenary for hire, what else could she do? She had no useful skills besides the little knowledge of magic she had, being able to at least be a mercenary for hire allowed her to learn more about other cultures, the language that most spoke, and at least a little more magic. Her time in Orlais as well as Kirkwall left her feeling slightly jealous of the people she saw. How they had so much freedom to choose their paths they desired, something she never had. Even the Circle of Magi she looked with awe as well, seeing how the mages were treated.
Despite her awe though, she still holds some ideals of the Qun and finds that most people are, for lack of a better term, weak and gets agitated by those that take the little things they have for granted. She also frowns upon those mages that would make deals with demons, seeing them as weak and unfit for the life they have.



His attire:

Character name:
Gavlan Drogoth
Age:
42
Species:
Dwarf
Allegiance:
N/A
Class:
Beserker Warrior
Skills and talents:
His combat skills lie in two handed weapons, specifically he deals with great axes and great hammer weapons. Who says the small guy can pack a powerful punch to his foes? Gavlan skills as a warrior come from his years of training as being an enforcer of the laws in Orzammar as well as having to occasionally be sent into the Deep Roads with his fellow comrades when told too.
Beserk- The berserker flies into a rage, landing powerful blows for as long as this mode is active.
Mighty Blow- The warrior leaps into the air, crashing down on foes with tremendous force.
Giants Reach- The warrior's two-handed attacks rip through the air with such power that each generates a shockwave past the point of impact, effectively extending the weapon's reach.
Items:
His armor on his back and his mighty axe that is named Luca

Bio: 
Gavlan grew up at first as a trader of Orzammar. His trade was that in weapons and armor with an occasional dabble of the other markets when he could afford to do so. Unfortunately Gavlan ran into tough times and was forced into making deals with a group of thugs that were called the Carta. His involvement lead to a slight relationship with the gang's leader Jarvia. The relationship didn't last long however with Jarvia pressing him to do more illegal actions then he wanted to. For his disobedience, his shop was destroyed and the law enforcement of Orzammar got an anonymous tip of his dealings with Carta. For his punishment it was either going to jail, becoming casteless, or going into the Deep Roads on expeditions. His choice was the Deep Roads. This was when he began learning his fighting prowess. From other warriors, either other criminals forced into the expeditions for punishment or Orzammars guards who volunteered for these dangerous jobs. Orzammar was the last Thaig and it was determined to not fall, in order to do that, they had to thin Darkspawn from time to time. These expedition were also used to traverse to lost Thaigs and find anything that might be of use to Orzammar, be it ancient texts or miscellaneous items that could fetch a price being sold to the outside world above Orzammar.
Even after his punishment was deemed over, he continued going on the expeditions into the Deep Roads, partially because it meant finding rare items he could sneak back to Orzammar and sell for some coin and partially because he enjoyed the fighting, he learned he had a knack of using an axe and fighting Darkspawn gave him some pleasure and entertainment. Plus he made friends in his merry band of outcasts who also continued these expeditions. They shared in good laughs and mead. Unfortunately all good things come to an end. While on one expedition into the Deep Roads, they were ambushed by Darkspawn. Gavlan was the only one to make it out alive. He feared that perhaps returning to Orzammar would not be a wise decision. All the men in the expedition were considered criminals, even if Gavlan had repaid his dues to society for his supposed crimes. Rather the return he looked for a means of leaving the Deep Road. It took him days to find one of the exits of the Deep Roads, but he did and found himself far from the moutain range of Orzammar that he called home. He felt like he was going to fall off the realm of Thedas with how open the world was. He had no idea where he was only where he couldn't go. So he made his way north, passing though Orlais, Nevarra, and the Free Marches before stopping in Kirkwall. Here is when he meant his partner in crime. Zeynep the Qunari mage. At first neither saw eye to eye on anything. Always bickering back and forth on how things should be done. Eventually though they found the means to get along and even enjoy each others company. Both were social outcasts. She a qunari mage and him an dwarf with no home. They used their talents to be hired out as mercenaries or smugglers in Kirkwall and soon Gavlan was well know for being a guy that could smuggle just about anything into Kirkwall's walls.