[OPEN TO MAGES]

[deflocked]

WHO: Mages, mages, more mages. I guess non-mages can sneak in or be dragged along by friends, but they will be glowered fiercely at by Daylen if he knows.
WHAT: Mage meeting
WHEN: 3 Firstfall
WHERE: What would be Solas' room if Solas were there.
NOTES: Feel free to mingle/threadjack/and anything else you might think of! A top level comment will be made for the meeting itself with no particular order for commenting. There will probably be discussions of mage rights and such. I will edit if any warnings come up.

It's not exactly the biggest room, but on the plus side it's not in a terrible state of disrepair either. In case anyone isn't sure this is the right room there is a sign on the door indicating it is for the mage meeting. If that isn't enough, it is full of chairs. Arguably too many chairs for a room of this size. Especially since they are arranged in a circle for convenience of being able to talk rather than making the most of the space.

Hello, mages. Hope you're all ready to argue.

Comments

[liberalum]

[ Dorian sketches a mock bow to Adelaide, a twinge of a smile on his mouth, before he turns a retreat for the empty seat near Benevenuta.

A final glance back at Daylen, before he kicks back to watch the proceedings. ]

[apostasia]

( peacock number two is somewhat touched by amusement at being so explicitly drawn into this as he regards her, considering that inquiry. perhaps adelaide is genuinely interested in the girl's opinion, but he strongly suspects she'd give much less of a damn what he thinks if it weren't a convenient opportunity to drop him in what she's already been patently maneuvered into. he doesn't particularly imagine that there's anyone else here with a burning desire to hear his remarks, but nevertheless, having been so invited, he might as well contribute thoughtfully.

it's no difficult thing for his voice to carry down to them, clear and low, an experienced orator. his accent, for those who've not yet heard him speak, is nearest to adelaide's own, but not quite enough to be mistaken for a native. droll, he says, )

Knights answer to their King and their God, and rather more immediately their Lord Preceptor, who is left alone with the troublesome problem of which of those ought to take precedence. But sorcerers are taught, my lady, not born; the matter of an untrained mage is not an Elene problem. A group of sorcerers bitter about their treatment is called a knighthood and they swallow it, follow their orders, and die ingloriously for a King they'd gladly see stripped naked and whipped through the streets like a naughty strumpet.

( that sounds suspiciously specific. )

But in my experience of rebellions, strong leadership to keep a group of frightened, angry people guided toward a purpose does not come by appointing a polite committee of your least threatening members. I have never seen a people inspired to action or faith by a bureaucracy, but I have seen towns burn down around an argument over whose responsibility it is to fetch the water.

LATE - sorry for all the edits

[mythalenaste]

[One tiny Dalish turned up a minute ago, hovering on the outskirts and listening. What is being on time?]

I like the thought of a council, so long as the Dalish are represented in it. And if not represented, then not ruled by it. But we don't need templars. We can handle our own.

[gatheringstorm]

Agreed on that. I've never needed Templars, and I'm not about to start.

[Korrin crosses her arms, leaning against a wall rather than sitting down. She doesn't want to block anyone's view with her height.]

I don't need specific representation, since--well, I'm the only one of my kind around here. [Only Vashoth mage, at least.] But as long as non-Circle mages have their say, I'm content with that.

[aceso]

This can only work if we respect each other, at least enough to agree to abide by the decisions a council would make. We've all had different experiences in life and the only thing to tie us together is that we are all mages. Even so, not all of us have endured the same hardships. I think we are best served having representatives from different backgrounds.

[ She nods a head towards both Pel and Korrin. ]

I hesitate, however, to have one be the voice above all others. I would not want to force anyone into that position. Does the Inquisition not have three advisers in power? Perhaps we can do something similar. Maybe one in charge of drilling mages for battle, as the Commander does to his troops. A healer to train and lead the rest of the healer mages, and so on. Divide the responsibilities so no one has the most power, and so there is no main figurehead to be a target to others.

[deflocked]

I suppose that's a reasonable suggestion. It could work.

[It's not quite as circle-like as he envisioned, but given the attendees he supposes some compromises is a small price to pay to unite mages again. They are in dire need of it. Given the number of Dalish, the qunari, and that blighted Tevinter he knows the idea of a true circle doesn't stand a chance.]

We can't dismiss the templars entirely though. [He looks pointedly towards Pel and Korrin.] Their order has lasted so long for good reason. The fact you've managed without them so far doesn't change that.

[mythalenaste]

Bears have lasted a long time, it doesn't mean we should go embrace one when we see it.

[el_tybs]

[There are a lot of voices and ideas being tosses about. It'll be a while before anything gets settled, but at least they're all talking. Talking and not tossing spells mind you.

The idea of a council or representatives sounds promising, and everyone is already figuring how to manage such a thing. He doesn't need to toss out his voice just to be heard.

Course the bear comment does get him to chuckle. Hiding it behind a fist so that he doesn't distract from the conversation.]

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin rolls her eyes at mention of the templars, then glances toward Pel with a slight grin for that comment. She rather likes this outspoken woman already.]

I don't give a nug's ass how long the templars have lasted, that changes nothing for me. If you want us to listen and participate, then we'd better focus on what we do have in common.

re: Adelaide

[eolasemah]

[Sina blanches when she's called out, and sits up slightly, looking around. She opens her mouth and shakes her head, clearly overwhelmed by the prospect of speaking in front of so many.]

I'm-- I don't--

[Pel chimes in just in time, and Sina nods to her; she might not even agree entirely, but she's more than happy to defer to another Dalish.]

[magistermaevaris]

[Maevaris is late. Fashionably so, she would claim if pressed. The truth is that she wasn’t sure if she should even bother showing her face. The sign might have asked for all mages, but she’s a magister. Not exactly the intended audience, she’d wager.

Even so— The opportunity to voice her opinion is too compelling to resist. Or at least sneak in some clever comments, here and there.]

You prohibit Templars from attendance, yet bring up their use now? I’m getting mixed signals.

[She quips, standing near the door.]

[deflocked]

[Definitely not the intended audience. A part of him wishes he could have ruled out certain mages, but he knows that would have been a bad idea. Besides that, he does genuinely want something that will hold together all the mages of Skyhold.

Even the ones he doesn't necessarily agree with.]

I prohibited anyone who wasn't a mage. That does not mean I only see value in those of us who possess magic.

[arlathvhen]

[ Beleth is having a stirring conversation about darkspawn teeth with Helisma. Okay, maybe not, but she's lingering near the tranquil, who doesn't seem to mind that Beleth is just kind of watching the mage gathering. It's out of a desire to know what decision is going to be made! Certainly not just because she's nosy, or that she wants to be able to draw a more accurate caricature the next time someone irritates her.

Anyone she doesn't know peeking up at her will have Beleth quickly turn back to Helisma. Anyone she does know (especially Pel) will just get her to stick her tongue out at them. Look at her, dropping all these eaves. ]

[fleurdesel]

The Order had it's place and it's use. We are building something new here- both mages and templars. Much as we must consider them as we move forward having a means to handle disputes on our own without relying upon them would be a requirement.

Christine has the right of it should we move choose to go with the idea for a council. Martel, unfortunately, has the right of it that this must be resolved quickly. Before the hold burns down around our ears.

[deflocked]

They're willing to allow that. We don't have to shut them out. This isn't the like the rebellion.

We all know how well that has gone.

[mythalenaste]

I can't give a squirrel's rump about the rebellion. It has naught to do with me or mine. My clan gave this Inquisition two mages, and I'm not going to go to sweet, sunny Ellana and tell her she's got to stand at a templar's sword-point for the rest of her stay, for her generosity. No templars, or we're out. Or at least, don't force them on us.

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin gives a firm nod to Pel's words, her own blunt and to the point.]

That wasn't the plan for myself, either. If you want to do it, that's your issue, but I won't be dragged into dealing with templars. It's bad enough I have to put up with them nearby in the first place.

[She shifts her weight, starting to sound impatient. There are so many other issues, must they focus on that?]

[liberalum]

Remember that the Templars the Inquisition is hosting are renegade, who chose to dissolve their allegiance to the Chantry, and with it, any external accountability, [ Dorian says, whilst studying his nails. ] Beyond the reach of the Inquisition, of course. We cannot presume -- least of all in this one meeting -- what their intentions are. Every Templar is a Templar.

Not every mage is of a Southern Circle, and many of those that are fought for their freedom departed from the Order. We ought to set thoughts of fellowship aside, at least today.

[ He glances to Mae, tips a wink in greeting. ]

[kremdelacreme]

<sub>[Whoops, someone else wanting to listen in and maybe pick up some lovely gossip to head back to Bull with later. With a small supply of fabric scraps in the pouch at his side.

He can hear the discussion easily from the upper walkway, and count heads. Oh look, Korrin...Adelaide...Pel...Sam, Dorian, and that pretty Orlesian mage he'd spoken with briefly at the funeral. They all look somewhat peeved about the mage in the middle of the whole thing, so why not provide some amusement?

So, now there are little fabric bombs happening. A little plaidweave pouch with scraps of confetti-fine other cloths that he's trimmed off of his projects is dropped with impeccable aim, and before it can be noticed before it bursts, Krem has ducked back away from the rail.

Here, ladies and Sam, have a free chuckle.]</sub>

[arlathvhen]

[ Now she has to try to not give herself away by laughing at Krem. Dang it, Krem!!! She turns to look very seriously at Helisma, though there's a hand over her mouth to stifle the fit of giggles she's having.

After a moment, her eyes dart to Krem, and she flashes him a thumbs up, eyes dancing with laughter. This is a very important discussion she's trying to eavesdrop on! But Sylaise have mercy on her, she's going to give Krem a fist bump after all is said and done. ]

[el_tybs]

[Krem you are NOT making this easy. This is a very serious discussion. And he knows it's the Charger. Who else has this many scraps of cloth confetti and that particular pattern of plaidweave?

He had finally calmed down from the bear comment, but now with a bunch of cloth patches falling on everyone's face, Sam is having a harder time keeping his face straight.

Of course the culprit isn't to be seen when he looks up. But he does see Beleth. Oh, she better be careful.]

[mythalenaste]

[FABRIC.

Pel holds up a finger to signal "one moment" and quickly starts gathering up the scraps. It's like someone throwing out free money. Amazing. Shems do this?]

[eolasemah]

[A packet of fabric explodes in front of Sina, and rather than be amused by it, she's startled. She throws her hands over her eyes and looks around, taking a moment to realize they aren't being attacked.]

[gatheringstorm]

[Glancing sharply up, startled, Korrin then chuckles. She's fairly certain as to who's behind this as well, though she's not going to out him to those who might not know. The distraction is welcome. She greatly approves, Krem.]

[fleurdesel]

[ In the tone she's used countless times over the years with misbehaving apprentices, Adelaide snaps. ]

Children.

[ Her eyes flick up to the parapet, narrowing. Could you not? Vexing enough when they've much to discuss- but upsetting an admittedly high strung mage as well? ]