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judgemewhole ([personal profile] judgemewhole) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-02-11 07:06 pm

[Closed] I'm only one call away

WHO: James Norrington and Alayre Sauveterre
WHAT: Praying before the Prophet
WHEN: During Godless 9:42
WHERE: The small temple of Andraste, off the garden
NOTES: Templars and faith




Norrington watched with silent dismay as the crystal filled with more and more responses to Alayre's outburst, and his jaw tightened more and more. He started to look to the door to the garden more often, green eyes filled with worry. He knew none here would raise a hand to Alayre, that Beleth and Nerva would be there to at least calm him down. That Cade could be there to protect him -- if such a thing was necessary.

Although all things considered, perhaps it would be best to keep this just to Alayre and James.

Or at least, as soon as he arrived.

Staring at the door accomplished nothing. Worry accomplished nothing. He came here for Alayre, and with Alayre in mind, he rose and opened the door to the small altar of Andraste, reaching her hands up to the heavens. He looked up at her, before he knelt before the altar and took a candle from his cloak. He lit it with one of the hundreds of candles there, and then went to one knee.

The words came easy, as they always had. A balm in the long and tiring hours.

"here was no word
For heaven or for earth, for sea or sky.
All that existed was silence.
Then the Voice of the Maker rang out,
The first Word,
And His Word became all that might be:
Dream and idea, hope and fear,
Endless possibilities.
And from it made his firstborn.
And he said to them:
"In My image I forge you,
To you I give dominion
Over all that exists.
By your will
May all things be done.
"

equanimiti: (☾Archadian Politics☽)

[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-16 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
A slight huff leaves Alayre as he ponders more about this possible idea. He's hesitant to believe that the other races will show any interest in their Order but he's willing to try of. "Change often comes in small ripples instead of large waves but too long the Order has avoided change. We must adapt somehow. Therefore, I shall agree to this notion." Alayre states with a nod. It's oddly refreshing to hear such unique and outlandish ideas come from James. Usually it's Alayre often talking off Detlef about some of his ambitious ideas and projects. Alayre is such a dreamer sometimes.

"Though, if we embark upon this righteous path to connect with those of various races--does this mean we limit ourselves from the Chantry?" He asks in mild wonder. "Remember, brother, the Chantry still have full control of our lyrium supplies. They use it as a means to keep us tethered to their will much like dogs to meat." Alayre explains with a frown.

"If we distant ourselves from the Chantry, we best become our own supplier of lyrium."
equanimiti: (☾You speak too freely!☽)

[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-16 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then we hold the means to bring the Chantry down from their lofty pedestal." Alayre follows up with a slight smirk. "Interesting. I believe there's hope yet. Our ambitious won't be easily subjugated as long as the Chantry bids for Skyhold." He seems rather pleased with all this now. Very pleased.

"Then we can bring change to the Order as we see fit. This will help us propell our numbers and sway public opinion to our favor."
equanimiti: (☾Tomorrow has come!☽)

[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-17 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"That Divine will be the key to granting us our freedom alongside the mages." Alayre repeats with strong conviction. "Thedas is constantly changing and evolving. It's only a matter of time the Chantry will have to evolve as well or get crushed beneath Time's heel." He's absolutely confident about that and he'll dare the Chantry to try and stop this progress.

"I dream of a day when the mages govern themselves and we're nothing more than friendly allies who assist their endeavors. I don't want to rule over them or be a source of fear and intimidation. Enough is enough." Alayre honestly hopes he lives long enough for such a day.

"Detlef, the healer who saved me from the brink of death, has never known freedom and he's not alone." The slight chill in the air finally catches Alayre's attention and he draws in his cloak tighter. "I want him and others like him to know what freedom tastes like before I die. If I can somehow help in this process, then I'll do it." A somewhat morose smile lingers upon his weathered face now.

"I just want all of this needless suffering to end and I want our brothers to know freedom too. I have many 'wants', I know but I believe I 'need' this."
equanimiti: (☾A pensive interlude☽)

[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-18 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"If the Chantry ends up in such a way, that's they're own fault for refusing to adapt."

A slight sigh leaves Alayre. "Yes, yes. I'm certainly getting ahead of myself here." He admits honestly. "Though, someday we'll reach those goals but not on this day." Another chilly gust of wind blows past and Alayre makes a frown. "This has been a long winter. I doubt spring shall cone early this year. It's far too cold."

He glances towards the frozen horizon briefly before turning to James with a look of concern in his grey gaze. "Shall you speak with the advisors soon? I can tell the Seeker is quite crossed with me and for good reason." Alayre is dreading the conversations that will come with any of the advisors, especially with Pentaghast.