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The Annulment at Dairsmuid
WHO: Araceli Bonaventura, Korrin Ataash, Malcolm Reynolds, The Outsider, Aleron Darton, Kas, Anders, Malcolm Reed, James Norrington, Ellana Ashara, James Kirk; Rivaini npcs
WHAT: The Annulment at Dairsmuid; arriving at Rivain to meet with Araceli and her mage contacts that requested aid from Templars hunting them down. When Araceli goes to bring the group to her contacts, they're informed that the Templars have abducted the mages forcing the team to return to the Circle at Dairsmuid to rescue them and kill the Templars responsible
WHEN: 15th-20th Solace
WHERE: Rivain; Dairsmuid
NOTES: OOC posts here and here, sending crystal announcement; violence, discussions of annulment, probably going to need warnings for language; I'll edit as I go, if people can bring things to my attention, I would appreciate it
Starters will all be below, subjects in headers
WHAT: The Annulment at Dairsmuid; arriving at Rivain to meet with Araceli and her mage contacts that requested aid from Templars hunting them down. When Araceli goes to bring the group to her contacts, they're informed that the Templars have abducted the mages forcing the team to return to the Circle at Dairsmuid to rescue them and kill the Templars responsible
WHEN: 15th-20th Solace
WHERE: Rivain; Dairsmuid
NOTES: OOC posts here and here, sending crystal announcement; violence, discussions of annulment, probably going to need warnings for language; I'll edit as I go, if people can bring things to my attention, I would appreciate it
Starters will all be below, subjects in headers
We of the Dairsmuid Circle wait now, behind barricades. I have sent word to our brother and sister mages of this outrage. When they break through, we will not die alone.
—Final journal entry of First Enchanter Rivella, slain in Dairsmuid, 9:40 Dragon
Contents;
Arrival at Dairsmuid
Meeting the Mage Contacts
Team Dungeon Crashers
Team Templar Crushers
Aftermath of the Rescue
Timestamp; Dairsmuid Adventures
Epilogue
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James takes a seat next to him, pulling out his sword from the sheath so he could begin sharpening it. "Space Odyssey. So your people have been in ... the starts, all that?"
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He nodded, stretching his arms out above him before crossing them behind his head.
"Yes, that's right. I belong to a group called Star Fleet, and I'm the captain of a star ship," he said, having long ago done away with the notion of the Prime Directive.
Well, not all of it. But he didn't think that lying about where he was from or what he had done in his life would earn him any points and frankly he would difficult to keep up in the long run, so he simply told the truth. What would one man's words do, anyways, besides inspire a little dreaming in a few?
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He looked up at the sky then, then back down to the water, "I would much prefer to sail down here."
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"I wouldn't know. I don't believe in any gods or gods, and religion has largely faded out in my world," he said, voting to be honest rather than attempt to make up something up. He wasn't and never had been religious. Spiritual, perhaps, but on the whole he thought the universe to beautiful and varied a thing to have been created by the hands a certain pantheon.
"But I have to admit, sailing on the sea is nice too."
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"...I. You believe nothing created the sea?"
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"People find comfort in each other, and good works are done because they're the right thing to do. You shouldn't need a god prodding you to want to do the right thing or help someone. And where I'm from we've largely eliminated hunger and poverty," he said reasonably, though he should have expected that reaction. But he wasn't one to lie if he could help it, and it rankled him to pretend to be religious when he was not.
If James chose to dislike him on that merit alone, then Kirk supposed they weren't meant to be friends of any sort.
"I believe that the sea was formed over millions of years due to a lot of outside factors," he explained, opting to keep it simple. "The world is very old, it's had plenty of time to get around to it."
He watched James, turning the salve over in his fingers, perhaps a touch wary. He hadn't considering if James was deeply religious enough to outright attack those who professed to have no gods. He didn't like to think it, but then he was finding that not everything followed the logic and reason he thought it should here.
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So instead he turned back to his sword, his mouth twisting, "I wouldn't go shouting all that around Skyhold - but ... very well. To each his own." Now he looked up, and he was wary, "I am a man of faith, myself. I trust you are not going to try to convert me to your ways, and I will not try to convert you to mine?"
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Kirk would have said the same of a man who clinched so tightly to religion. Were they so lost, so unsure of themselves, so frightened that they had to rely on worshipping an imaginary being? Not that he thought all religion was a bad thing, per say. It had done good things for people and did bring them comfort. But so often he had seen it go wrong, especially within his own world's histories. And here, on Thedas, wasn't it a core factor behind the current situation?
Kirk sat up and snorted, looking at James and a bit less wary, though sad that he thought he might have just alienated someone he could have made a friend of.
"No, I won't," he promised. "I never had any intention of that - it just happened to come up, and I make it a habit to be honest." He gave a shrug and waggled the ointment. "That obvious I'm a beginner?"
Safe change of subject, surely.
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James nodded, before he said simply, "Then we shall not discuss religion." And moving right along. "... You looked like you were holding on for dear life."
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"I could not have possibly been that bad," Kirk insisted, barely resisting the urge to sniff . "Okay, there was that one time, but I thought I handled myself just fine at the walk and trot. And I didn't fall. That counts for something, right?"
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He tilted his head at him and raised a brow, a little smirk twitching the corner of his mouth. "You said 'we'. Does that mean you are taking it upon yourself to be one of my teachers?"
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He nodded, "Mostly because it hurts my soul to watch you ride your horse, but yes. For the betterment of the Inquisition."
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"A motorcyle is a machine, in my world," he explained. "Think a wagon, but with two wheels - one back and one front - and big enough for a person to ride on like a horse, and it moves on its own." He couldn't honestly say if that was the best descriptor, but it was the best he could do given the things he had to compare it to here.
His lips formed a tiny pout at that. "I still say I wasn't all that bad," he grunted, a bit of his pride being pricked because he honestly had been trying hard. "I only started about a month or so ago."
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He frowned for a moment, before he shook his head, "No wonder you're rather out of sorts with it ... Ah!" He brightened at that information, "Well, then for a month's practice, you are not half bad. You just need to remember you are riding a living thing."
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Besides - if he officially joined, was there a guarantee he could leave later? He was a Rifter. With a shard. It wasn't nearly so easy for him.
He grunted and rubbed at his thigh. "Yes, I am being made well aware of that. It's definitely a lot different from a bike - I have to keep actively thinking about where my weight is. Does it get any easier - horse back riding?"
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Honestly he had no idea what was going to happen with people after all this was done. Especially the Rifters. He hoped they could go home, some day. They had earned that.
"Absolutely. Once you get into partnership with your horse, you'll find it goes much smoother on in."
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Go home. He wanted that, but his concern was less with that and what others might wish to do with them.
"Maybe I should consider getting my own then. I've been borrowing one to learn on," he mused. "Though it's not like I have the money for that right now, or probably any time soon. Any tips on how to find jobs with a good wage?" he inquired.
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One corner of his mouth lifted, "How are you with weaponry? You could make some coin as a mercenary."
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"I'm learning the staff and the bow and arrow," he said, motioning to the pack not far from him with said staff. "Other than that I don't know how to use much weaponry. At least not the weaponry here. I'm better at hand to hand self defense combat."
He gave a wry grin.
"So basically I don't think I'd make much of a mercenary. And the two teaching jobs I took are both volunteer, so nothing there."
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"I sail, back home, but not quite like this," he shook his head, rolling the little jar between his hands. "I"ll figure something out. But thanks for the options. It's something to think about, for sure."
He looked over to him, stopping his playing with the jar. "Why didn't you?"
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"Because my family was killed when I was just a boy. I went to the Templar Order after that, because that is what I asked for."
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"Hah, well, they can, but it's not recommended," he laughed aloud before sobering at his words.
There is a curiosity there, and for a moment he wonders if he should press. Well, if the other did not want to answer he did not have to, and so long as they were being honest...
"Why did you want to go to the Templars?" he inquired.
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"... My family - my mother, father, and older brother and I were all taken by blood mages on our way to the Grand Tourney. The maleficarium sacrificed my parents and my brother to their ritual, right before my eyes. They were about to sacrifice me, when the Templars came and saved me. From that point on ... I wanted to be part of something that would protect families from the dangers of magic."
He eyed his sword, and started to hone the edges. "It wasn't until I had taken my Vigil, and stood in my first Circle that I truly began to understand that mages did not just need to be protected against -- but needed protection themselves. That they had a purpose, a part of the Maker's plan, just as I did. That there were those who had faith as strong as I did that the Maker put them there to do good, and I ... well. I had two mentors, in Ostwick. One was my own Knight Commander, and one was the First Enchanter, if that tells you anything."
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