Le front relevé de Garlenn était inestimable à la remarque de coupe d'Ovra. Il aboie un rire, ses mots suivants probablement facétieux. "J'adore quand une femme prend les commandes!" Il répondit, et courut avec Ovra pour couvrir le mage tombé, en gardant un de ses couteaux de lancer dans ses mains juste au cas où. Il vérifierait lui-même le cavalier abattu pour des objets de valeur, mais les autres pourraient ne pas être reconnaissants de cela. En plus, ça pourrait compliquer les choses avec une récompense, après tout.
Il soupirait, se creusait le cou et se préparait à mettre son visage de jeu sur ce qu'il savait finirait inévitablement dans l'effusion de sang. Ça l'a toujours fait après tout. "Penser à l'Imperium de tuer quelqu'un, c'est comme empêcher un Fereldan de posséder un chien. Vous pourriez l'arrêter un moment, mais leur envie finira par l'emporter sur leur bon sens et le faire de toute façon. »
Les cavaliers s'approchaient maintenant, les chevaux approchant et tachant le long d'un terrain quelque peu inégal. Le temps a donné l'impression qu'ils s'approchaient de la mort pour recueillir leur âme.
Les images transpirantes des hommes qui s'arrêtaient sur eux leur donnaient un peu moins d'impression intimidante, même s'ils étaient armés jusqu'aux dents avec des magies à réaliser. "Température difficile pour être hors de la route, hein?" Garlenn a appelé, l'amusement scintille dans ses yeux. "Je veux retourner à l'intérieur où c'est sûr. Nous allons aider votre ami."
Pour ceux qui n'étaient pas idiots, la menace et l'implication étaient très claires, même masquées par un mince voile de salutation sympathique.
Garlenn Fellblade 
Male | 38 | Dwarf
Basic Info
Birthplace 
Orzammar Merchant District
Appearance 
Garlenn is fairly large for a Dwarf, with broad shoulders that frame his trim body. He might still be short by human standards, his eyes level just above their belly button. However, he is nearly a head taller than most Dwarves, with the rugged and muscled body proportions to match. His skin is leathery and scarred in various places, particularly along his apeish arms (Not to mention the ritualistic tattoos of the Legion). If his body didn't tip you off how nasty of a piece of work he his, Garlenn's constant shit eating grin will be the nail in the coffin. His thick head is covered in a truly massive amount of blonde hair, both atop and on his chin, both similarly braided as well.
Background 
Born as a casteless Dwarf who grew up in poverty, Garlenn's parents had shamed themselves and had lost their positions as merchants, leaving him in squalor. When he was eight, they decided to flee to the surface to garner a better life for themselves, but traveling through the Deep Roads, Garlenn wandered off and became lost due to an inherent curiosity. Unfortunately, this led to his losing his parents and only finding Orzammar again through sheer luck, essentially leaving him stranded and thought dead by his mother and father.
With no one to take care of him, the Casteless youngster had to fight for every scrap of food or shelter he could get his hands on from an early age, even going so far as to committing murder by the age of sixteen over a lost cache of food. He'd never forget the wet blood on his hands, and the feeling of disgust that it brought him. Worst come to worst...he was a Dwarf. To kill one of his fellow stone dwellers shook him. He needed an out, but he did not know how to get to the surface world.
At first he left the Casteless sections, stealing, exploring the deep roads for abandoned valuable, and trying his hand at dealing under the table with merchants. It was profitable for a time, but after a few years, he felt he was digging himself into a debt hole. Stone curse it, he couldn't maintain such a lifestyle, and on a whim one drunken night, he knew what he was to do.
Garlenn joined the Legion of the Dead, and he and his fellows fought for every inch of ground to regain useage of the Deep Roads. Garlenn was among the most feircesome of fighters in the Legion. For despite his underhanded nature, he found he did value his race and homeland. What's more, Garlenn felt he had a real knack with handling weapons and throwing his weight around in a fight, being far quicker than most would expect as well.
He fought and bled for his people within the Deep Roads, almost seeing it as a way to atone for his criminal acts. Large Darkspawn incursions and pockets of nameless beasts of the deep died by his axe, and the axes of his fellows. He spent nearly a decade in the Deep, and kept it up until there was nary any Dwarves left in his particular group save he and three others after a particularly large and bloody campaign. The Darkspawn in that attack was truly overwhelming, and as he saw an Ogre tear apart one of his dearest friends, he had an epiphany.
When he found out that his luck had him survive, he realized that no one but he would drink to his friend's death. No one would care if he was slain. Yes, that was apart of the responsibility of the Legion, but it was not individual glory he sought. He sought for he and his fellows to be acknowledged at all. Instead they were treated as already deceased. He had felt looked down upon his entire life, and after having served his nation, and seeing what he had seen...now that his pent up energy and anger had been expended in blood lust, he saw it clearly.
Well fuck that. The stone take them all! He'd rather the surface world instead, and since he knew how to traverse the Deep Roads now, so he went, becoming a deserter. He made his way to the surface, and decided to make his living as a mercenary and informant, traveling across Ferelden and Orlais, killing bandits, beasts, and all manner of enemies, finding the Oathbreakers and becoming the resident Darkspawn expert.
Personality 
Those not used to the dark aspects of the world might consider Garlenn reprehensible. But to those who've seen the horrors of war and poverty, he's a fine companion and even amusing in his own way. Garlenn is boisterous and quick witted, always ready for a physical or verbal scrap. Killing and stealing is a profitable business for this savvy minded son-of-the-stone, and he does sometimes take pleasure in it, admittedly. However he isn't malevolent, per say. There aren't many cruel acts he commits out of sheer hatred. 'Nothing personal' he'll say. Indeed, the foes he most enjoys slaying are Darkspawn.
Curriculum Vitae
Years served 
4 Bloody Years
Profession 
Warrior
Modius Operandi 
Garlenn will either be on the front lines reaping havoc with his Axe, or behind enemy lines to slit a few throats and break a few necks...before reaping havoc with his Axe.
Skills 


Veteran Blade: Garlenn is good in a fight, using any means necessary to win. Terrain, his bulk, a low blow...
Skullduggery: Rumors, contact information, underhanded deals, threats, whatever it takes to win.
Cunning: Garlenn knows how to hold the high ground in a conversation, and can see an opportunity to exploit at every turn.
Tough Hide: Garlenn should have been killed thrice over, but he's a bit too stubborn to die. He can take a cut and a punch, and fight through a stab if need be.

Important Relations: 

Ragni Gildenhands: An opportunistic Dwarven dignitary that Garlenn holds contact with in the underground of Orlais, helping each other with information on good business opportunities between the surface and the stone without the greater population of Dwarves being burdened with such knowledge of where they get some of their precious goods.
Marlienne: An Orlesian courtesan making her living in Denirim to wealthy merchants and nobles. Garlenn will sometimes help give her 'work' with contacts from Ragni, and in turn she provides Garlenn with the secrets they spill in bed.
Galehar Swiftblade: Dalish Elf and former slave, and a known raider of merchant caravans. As long as Garlenn gets a profit and Galehar doesn't get too bloodthrirsty and kill innocents, Garlenn will sometimes provide him with new info on trade routes.

Thoughts: 
Feelings on the other members of the group. To be filled in later.
Tools of the Trade
Weapons & Ammunition 

Large BattleAxe
Long Knife
3 throwing daggers.

Clothing & Armor 

Breastplate & Pauldrons
Belted Tunic and trousers
Gauntlets
Combat Boots

Tools & Things 

6 Lockpicks
12 Caultrops
Grappling hook and 35 ft of rope.
utility belt
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Potions & Poultices 

3 health potions
2 fire bombs
2 smoke bombs

Ingredients & Rations 

5 pounds of jerky
Water jug
Large 10 OZ. Flask

Bags & Pouches 


Satchel
5 interwoven pouches on belt.


Odds and Ends 
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