Let No Soul Hunger For Justice: Nothing But The Truth

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Adelaide, Alistair, Anders, Bethany, Nathaniel, Varric, Vasran, Velanna
WHAT: The Second Ritual
WHEN: 10th of Bloomingtide (May 10th)
WHERE: half an hour outside of Skyhold
NOTES: Plotting post.

They've kept to the same clearing as the last, because the location's good. Far enough away that no one could stumble upon them by accident, near enough in case something went seriously wrong, it works.

He has scarcely more hope this time than he did the last, but at least there's no singing involved. This can't go as strangely. In theory.

Comments

[laurenande]

You seemed so fearful of dreams, after seeing yours I cannot help but wonder: are all your dreams so grating? Do all mages of Thedas face such things?

[If they did, the set of Galadriel's shoulders speaks of action. She would see this changed, as ridiculous a task as that sounds.]

Does your Compassion not prevent the shadow from encroaching?

[fleurdesel]

It depends on the night, how long I have been working, what I've read beforehand, if I've spoken at length with any of the Tranquil, if my students are doing well or distressed, how much time I have spent around Anders, if I've lost any patients in the past week, and if I have had any particularly startling reminders of the Spire.

[ A beat. ]

As of late, yes. They are that grating. Most mages have them to some degree or another, Spirit Healers have them worse.

[ Such is the way of things unfortunately. ]

Compassion is how I know when I am facing a demon rather than shades of a dream. They help as best they can.

[laurenande]

Worse? Why would they be worse?

[The very idea flummoxed Galadriel. A being already possessed was, surely, less appealing that one who was not? One who could not determine the nature of the voices in the dark?]

Is there no remedy for these things?

[fleurdesel]

[ Adelaide sketches on one of the rare blank sheets of paper, turned so Galadriel might see. At first? A rather plain house. Her voice takes on the tone of one repeating a familiar lecture. ]

Imagine a house with no windows with one thickly bolted door. For the average person that is not a mage- thus is their presence in the fade as they dream. Demons are aware but cannot enter easily.

Mages have windows- [ The house is given wide, bright windows on otherwise blank walls. ] some mages have smaller ones, some mages have larger ones- and is it not all the more tempting to break into a house and take what is inside if you can see what it is you will be taking? The door is still bolted- perhaps even all the more so than someone else- but they can see inside, they can plan how they will attempt to charm their way in. Or they can break a window.

[ Next to this house- a framework, something closer to a greenhouse, all panes of glass and wrought iron. ]

Spirit healers live in glass houses with glass doors. We call Spirits to work with us, invite them to the porch but not inside. The glass is thicker, stronger than the average mage for our training but...demons see. They wander, wonder. They come up for a chat much like a neighbor. One can add windows or walls of glass if they so choose this path of study, but you cannot ever go back to a wooden house with the one window ever again.

They see us as an easier path, and for some? They may very well be right. The only way we know of, and whether or not that is even accurate any longer, to no longer be at risk is to be made Tranquil.