Il m'a fait un clin d'oeil. Astyth s'est trouvée gémissante à elle-même à l'exposition Garlenns... d'une certaine forme d'émotion. Ils étaient censés être amis d'un coup parce qu'ils étaient les deux seuls nains dans la tente? C'est comme ça.
Pour elle, il ressemblait à l'ivrogne atypique sorte de nain qui a donné à son genre tant de stéréotypes négatifs, le genre même qu'elle a fait de son mieux pour dissiper pendant ses voyages: les gens comme lui étaient la raison même qu'elle n'a ni bu ni choisi des combats comme dans sa jeunesse. Bien sûr, c'était toujours une supposition juteuse de sa part, en fait elle ne savait rien de Garlenn et sa seule véritable offense avait été « regarder la partie » dans son esprit. Elle avait été tellement prise à regarder Garlenn avec un sourire douloureusement tendu qu'elle n'avait pas été complètement au courant de la suite derrière elle jusqu'à ce que la longue jambe bavarde aboie les gens pour faire place à son compatriote dans le dos. L'agitation a poussé Astyth à se tourner et à voir une douce femme de souris, mais encore une fois, la femme en question était un elfe alors ce n'était pas entièrement sa faute Astyth s'est rappelée. Comme si elle avait prouvé sa nature ovine à Astyth le petit agneau piqué avec un "Oh, je vais très bien mon bon monsieur. J'entends très bien de l'arrière."
Astyth s'est assurée que la fille ovine a remarqué qu'elle roulait les yeux. Jusqu'à présent, cette réunion s'est avérée aussi dysfonctionnelle que le groupe lui-même - elle a été douloureusement rappelée pourquoi elle préférait travailler seule. Tout commençait à la mettre dans une de ses humeurs amères rarement vues. Alors qu'elle jouait avec l'idée de remettre son casque sur elle a remarqué la longue jambe bruyante et son petit agneau commençant à converser avec la seule autre oreille de couteau dans la pièce-Astyth a été rapide à prendre note de ceux-ci.
Name: Astyth Cadash
Age: 37 (She swears shes 29)
Sex: Female
Race: Dwarf
Class/Sub-class: Warrior/Champion
Appearance: More often then not Astyths' battle scarred features are kept slightly hidden beneath an ever present hood or helmet. On the rare occasions that she does let her hood down a a deep raven black pixie cut hairstyle stands out along with the impossible to hide S shaped tattoo on her right cheek. She seems to have an ever present scowl across her battle scarred and wind whipped face; more often then not this look comes off as something resembling a sneering smile. A few hand crafted beads dangle in the hair above her piercing green eyes, eyes that seem to rather fit her defiant pitbullish face. Her second most recognizable facial feature has to be her somewhat crooked nose (the damn thing clearly having been broken a few times.) At her full height she stands at a whopping 4'6”, although her stout muscular frame looks much more intimidating while encased in thick iron plate mail.
A slightly younger pic:


Abilities:
Rally-The champion's presence inspires nearby allies, giving them bonuses to attack and defense.
Motivate-The champion inspires allies to attack with renewed vigor.
Line in the Sand-Astyth calls upon the legacy of the greatest champions in history, defying enemies as she holds her position. This stops enemies from moving past her and enables her to block choke points.
Adamant-Astyth has trained hard, and now knows how to make the most of whatever armor she wears.
Shield Wall-Astyth stands firm and blocks incoming attacks at the cost of stamina. Each block adds to her guard. She moves slightly slower while blocking.

Personality: To sum Astyth up in one word would be care free: regardless of the rough hand life dealt her or whatever negative situation she stumbles into she never seems to lose her genuine “cheeriness” that almost comically mirrors her somewhat gruff exterior. Quick at a joke and to buy you a drink she is the type of woman whom always seems in control of her situation-combat or otherwise. Despite her jovial attitude she does have a somewhat sore spot when it comes to anything Orzamar related.
History: Born the lowest of the low in a society where position is everything Astyth was quick to learn just how important standing up for herself was, a fact that lead her down a path of constant fights and run ins with the law. In this world the fact of the matter was her family could either starve or eat off the coin she earned doing things many claimed the paragons frowned upon.
Sod the paragons.
The stone had found it fit to give Astyth a hard body and soft soul, a fact that clashed with the day to day dealings of her various “jobs”. Nonetheless for eighteen long years Astyth begrudgingly locked her conscience away.
After years of hard work, shady dealings, and a fair amount of blood Astyth had made her way up to a position of some actual importance-at least it was an important position to the far to numerous casteless that occupied Dust Town. For almost a year things had begun to look up for Astyth, serving just underneath a wicked woman named Jarvia had brought her more wealth than she had ever seen up to that point in her life-she had so much money she was even able to afford a fancy looking ring for her younger sister, real diamond an everything.
All good things must come to an end as they say though, something Astyth truly took to heart after the death of Jarvia-an event that created a power vacum unseen in Dust Town for as long as Astyth could remember. One thing led to another and before Astyth knew it she was taking her first (and hesitant) steps onto the surface, the ensuing blood bath in Dust Town having earned her and a handful of other teary eyed dwarfs a one way ticket above ground.
Amazingly Astyth was shocked to find that she took to surface life far better than she would have ever imagined; her mace and shield quickly finding her work as she was drug off on various adventures throughout her years of traveling. And even more impressive was how almost all of those large bumbling humans didn't pay any heed to her permanently tattooed face-to them she was 'just another dwarf.'
Chronologically Astyth left both the Carta and Orzammar when she was 20 years old (9:30) and made her living as a freelance mercenary of sorts until meeting Lady Nightingale by chance around the year 9:34. Although rarely meeting directly she went on to work as a trusted agent of the infamous left hand of the then Divine Justinia-the more years Astyth worked for the clever red headed spy master the more her adoration for the woman grew. From 9:37-9:40 her missions commonly involved tracking down the dangerous use of blood magic so prevalantly ignored in the midst of the Mage and Templar fighting at the time along with the infiltration of seemingly half the damn better organized bandit groups that had sprung up to take advantage of the aforementioned Mage and Templar conflict. In the year 1941 she was officially unofficially brought in to the inquisition as a mere thread in the vast web of Lelianas spy network. These days she continues to serve the now Divine Victoria with an almost religious zeal in and of itself. She does not believe in the Maker nor the Stone; if she were to have faith in anything it would be in Divine Victoria herself.