Warrior, Berserk Spirit WarriorOrigin Path:
Evon the Great’s Mail, dwarven Boots, Barbed fist, Dwarven HelmetAccessory: Weapon
Dragon Brand | Jarvia's Shank and Dwarven AxeSkills:
Berserk -> Resilience -> Constraint -> Final Blow
Beyond the Veil -> Soul Brand -> Fade Burst -> Blessings of the Fade
Sweeping Strike ->Two-Handed Impact -> Onslaught -> Reaving Storm
Second Wind -> Peon’s Plight -> Grievous Insult -> Massacre
Dual Weapon MasteryHistory:
Has no clue whom her Pa was, only that he left Kalah for the surface shortly after Roque was born. Mam always blamed her for the blotched hope of marriage and, despite Rica and Roque not sharing the same father, her big sister sheltered her from her mother’s drunken rage for ten years and spared her the weight, and debt, of becoming a Noble Hunter. The only good that came out of it all was Rica’s higher education, passing it along to Roque so the girls could practice together in their speech, playing string instruments, and, the most annoying of all, posture. They were not lessons she cared for, but for the sake that her sister was successful in nabbing a noble Lord, she would be damned to embarrass her in being a common duster. The highlight of her casteless life was earning her first sovereign; all she had to do was give up an eyetooth and the front molar beside it..
Unfortunately, Rica couldn’t spare her from finding a friend like Leske. The boy was five years older than her and already in the Carta, it coaxed young Roque to join with the notion to save Rica from their debt to Berhert. One day, that monster was going to slip and Roque was going to be there to plunge that knife under his landing. For years she waited, old enough now to stand on her own against the drunken mother and brawl most of the men whom her sister was pimped out to, but one day was different from all the others. The nobles had a Proving in celebration of the Aeducan’s second child, leaving most of the Common Quarter barren and sectioned off for only those of caste and merchants to observe.. Not to mention a real life Grey Warden.
While all was busy, she chased down someone holding out on payment at Tapsters and received a few lumps of raw lyrium she decided to hold onto. Berhert wasn’t happy about that whole arrangement when she told him the man ran off with it, so to make up the profit loss, he had the duo go to put a sedative in the water supply of one of the Proving Fighters. Another job that was horribly blotched, so Roque had no choice, but to fight in the Proving herself and in the end, she won… Then, imprisoned for impersonating a noble with intent to fix a proving, not to mention soiling the sacred Grounds with her pitiful casteless presence… And now Berhart was coming to kill her so she couldn’t tell anyone it was him behind the set up… No damn way. Leske picked the lock and they escaped, having to kill Berhert in the process while he attempted to pimp out Ricato some proving fighters as trophy ass. After killing them all, she and Leske tried to make a break for it. IN opening the doors the knights just outside the door to stop her and Leske, along with the Grey Warden Duncan; to keep the fighter from facing exile to the Deep Roads or even death he invoked the Rite of Conscription. After last words with her family, she had no choice, but to leave all she knew and, with exception of parting from Rica, she was glad to leave. Surface Life and Wardens
Paragon of Her Kind
She hated sunshine, it took weeks for her to grow accustomed to the light and she felt like she was going to fall up into that watery sky and drown within the clouds. Sometimes she would awaken from sleep from strange visions, just a blink of one that would startle her awake when she normally slept like the stone. She had a bad feeling about all of this with the foolish king having delusions of grandeur as the leader, how the mages and chantry sisters kept snipping at one another, there wasn’t a sense of community unless she was hanging around Duncan or the Kennels. The poor sick hounds were creatures that caught her eye, suffering for their protective nature for these humans. It wasn’t right. When the joining came around, they spent a few days exploring the wilds for vials of dark spawn blood and some old treaties. More important to her were the white flowers with red centers and in bringing them back, she now had a lifelong friend that would follow her until the end. Her first connection to the surface world that made it all worthwhile was a mabari she dubbed, Toki.
She couldn’t remember the names of the men that were with her in the joining, all she knew was that she survived and got her first sight of the archdemon. From there, the plan to fight the horde was rapidly approaching and for her, it was a blur. All she remembered were flashes of blood, the clink of armor, and the dark spawn were everywhere… Yet when she awoke, she was in a hobbled old house with an old lady tending to a fast closing wound in her shoulder. Magic. Real magic. She wasn’t about to take Morrigan with her, she had litte trust of humans as it was, now they added magic into the equation. From here, she banded in with a group of wardens left in Fereldan, and headed North to Loithering. Exploring the makeshift villa, the dwarven girl met a huge man in a cage. A kossith, she never seen one up close and one without horns to boot… She gained permission from the chantry mother to have him released to her care rather than die. Sten pledged to follow her until her mission was complete and first track of this noble quest was heading to Orzammar with a treaty to gain alliances.
Sulcher's Pass: Demons and Golems
It took five days and they walked into chaos. Funny how having no king ruins everyone’s day, but first was first. Looking up her sister, Rica was moved up to a Courtesan, a noble caste, thanks to baring a son to Lord Behlen, a sneaky bastard rumored to have killed his own brother and exiled the other sibling in order to be king.
Too bad Roque didn’t give a shit, she rather her sister and nephew stay safe and well fed, even with her mother bitterly sniveling about them putting on aires with their stroke of fortunes. Now, actually putting that rat bastard on the throne was no easy task, but she did have to go off after the carta while she was there. Leske had to try to get her killed; he was always a blind follower and never aspired for more. The death of Leske and vengeful Jarvia by her name went nigh unmarked, not many gave a rats ass about a couple of dusters. Sten, Toki, and Roque needed to go into the deep road to find Paragon Branka to settle a dispute and it seems this excursion attracted her husband. A foul mouth, drunken, blunt tongued, wily bastard named, Oghren Kondat. He was a warrior first, but in killing a noble’s son in a first blood match because of a catty remark about Branka, Oghren was stripped of weapon in the city limits.
Hot damn, he could make her laugh with his dirty comments. He was a lot of help in finding Branka, but the two dwarves almost wished they didn’t. Branka was mad; with obsession over finding the anvil, she sacrificed many of her blind followers to death, traps, and darkspawn. They even fought a brood mother that had once been kin. The horrors were unforgivable, yet to find the anvil was ever more impressive as it was painful. Caridin requested it be destroyed, Branka refused, Oghren wanted it to be given to her, to give her another shot at life and come back with him. Roque caved, killing the golem that was Paragon Caridin yet Branka would not let up on want to sacrifice more souls to the Anvil of the Void. Branka made the crown, but wouldn’t return. Arguing with her, Roque and Oghren was able to show her what she had done and couldn’t take the realization of that horror.. They stood and watched, helpless, as she flung herself into the lava pools… They returned, and crowned Behlen as king, the heartless bastard sentenced Harrowmont to death so that none would challenge his ruling. Roque had no choice, but to stand with the choice she made this day, contemplating if it was truly worth saving her sister from poverty in trade for the death of an innocent, honest man.
She was quick and glad to be leaving. Given that Oghren had nothing left to keep him in Orzammar, he decided to follow Roque, to death or glory..
The Down time and Space Fillers of Travel
In Leaving the Frost back Mountains, a trail lead her to Sulcher’s pass which lead to a control rod and a village under darkspawn attack. After cleaning the bastards out, she found a golem statue that had been heavily modified with a more humanoid face and mystical runes. The more she aided in exploring the village, she managed to save some people stuck in a cellar and more so that there was a girl lost deep in the cavern below. In exchange for her safe return, the man would give the word needed to awaken the golem. Easy deal. Not so much when she got down there. She was able to unlock the tablet puzzle to break the ward and save the girl, but she was flirting with danger in cutting a deal with the spirit of Passion. A low tier demon, but Kitty would have to be dispatched or lend some power to her in order to get glimpses of this mortal world outside the hole in the ground. The beast agreed, returning to the fade, but now with one foot in the real world thanks to Roque. The demon was unable to control her spirit, the dwarven girl’s mental resistance to Kitty’s charms were impressive and although no one would have known that those few seconds felt like the week had passed already..
It was an exhausting moment, but after that… Roque felt.. Stronger, better.. And a bit more.. Curious about the world.. On the down side, every smelt more intense, light felt sharp to her eyes again, loud sounds were less annoying to her, and now once in a while, she heard voices and visions.. Not like the blight nightmares, but something… Out worldly.. What a strange feeling it all was to feel everything like new to all her senses after nary a year… Yet what was done was done, and she won the word to the Rod. Awakening the golem, it seems the rod was useless after all as the creature wouldn’t do anything she asked. Yet this golem named, Shale, would follow her due to lack of purpose and direction. It did lead them to Cadash Thiag, where they learned Shale was once a dwarf.. And a Warrior.. and a Woman, whom was second to the King and volunteered to be a Golem.
The Death of the Archdemon and Aftermath
The brand of four pressed on and come in contact with Alistair and Lelianna traveling with a pair of Elven siblings she had met at Flemeths’ hut so briefly. They swapped tales by fire light as they made camp, including their run in with the wily Antivan Crow. Z-something was the elf’s name, she couldn’t really see how they let him live. Roque would have killed the bastard. As it came to passing, Roque and Lelianna had time to talk. She loved the thoughts she had about this ‘Maker’ thing and Andraste, but the religion was not for her. Even though she was never accepted by the stone, Roque found more comfort in things she could see and feel. Eventually Roque played her lute for her, while the elven and laysister sang in the nights they could camp together.. Roque love the night, the world was dark under the soft glow of the pearl like moon… Except for that one night the darkspawn tried to ambush them. That sucked balls, but they were no match for the Wardens and their companions.
In the months to come before slaying the archdemon, Roque finally had a trace of a caring extended family.. Kadan as she was called by Sten after going to great lengths to secure Asala, his soul and sword. Sister, as she was claimed by Oghren after helping him reunite with his old flame, Felsi. Master to Toki, a Marbari War hound never strayed from her side. ‘Mon petite mi amore’ to Lelianna as the two women found a quiet, intimate adoration for one another even in the desperate and bleak time of war. When they couldn't talk and visit, they would write with hope for the best outcome.
After aiding to protect in Denerim from the bulk of the hoarde and its generals, the archdemon was slain and those leaderless drones rushed back into the underground. Only now as Alistair is crowned king, everyone was going their own way. Shale was to leave with Wynne to try and bring up more of her memories after their trip to the Cadash Thaig. Oghren was going to settle down with Felsi and join the army, but he promised to write when he could. Sten had to travel to the islands to answer the Arishok’s question and, as much as she would have loved to stop everything to travel with the Qunari, Fereldan still needed her help in the tough times to come. Now, once again, It was just her and Toki, the faithful Mabari..
And Rica? Seems her sister is now an Ambassador of Orzammar and word was that Roque was being discussed for the title of Paragon… Whoa… She soon traveled back to Orzammar to attend the hearing and help the Leigion a bit with te darkspawn, but it seemed to be taking longer then she thought. A month later, she recieved a letter from that Elf guy, seems he's a Commander of the Grey and they needed to discuss business. She said her goodbye to her Sister, big Brother Behlen, and nephew before she and Toki headed off on the road to Soldier's Peak..Ons:
Rough housing/sparring, white wines, shiny trinkets, mint oils, close dark spaces, pearls, BitingOffs:
Bodily Waste, surprises, degradation/humiliation