The Annulment at Dairsmuid

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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

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

Comments

[extramural]

In centuries past, those who lived in his world would carve charms out of bone and ivory dedicated to him. They would offer up words and songs and prayers, sacrifices and offerings. Even then, they rarely touched him. But Araceli does not seem him as a deity either, and perhaps that is where the difference lies.

His thumb, oddly calloused despite a life seemingly lacking of hard work, rubs slightly against her hand.

"It does. Even beyond seeing the waves -- the sounds, the smell." The reminder that the sea is far more than it appears, a world of its own, untameable. "I can- try. If that is the case, perhaps I will frighten them less than I unnerve others. Of course, I still have this shard in my hand." But so does Araceli, and they like her just fine.

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When the sea itself is holy, when it's in the blood and the bones of everyone in the world, when the people crawled out of it and sailed upon it? Anything from the sea is holy and just as loved as a person. Araceli's mother and father are holy people of holy callings. She'll need to ask him after this what they'd make of them where he comes from, people who let the sea itself live through them. Who let the sea move through them to make a girl.

"Korrin's Tama thinks I'll grow scales," she confides as if it's some great and terrible secret. "She had to come fish me out when it was time to eat before this, said she would come with a net and fish hooks." Not that Araceli would mind, she would look quite dashing with silver or blue splashes of colour to dazzle; better than one glowing green hand that makes thievery difficult unless she takes extra care.

"They prodded mine, asked the whole story but I have been hurt and wanted distractions, and my hurts wouldn't hold a candle to their suffering." Then again, Araceli is so used to watching, and listening, and picking up on things around her that she doesn't realise what she's reacting to until it's over sometimes, because she's been taught that well by those that love her. It makes teaching others hard. "All the Fade stuff makes my head spin, so it gave them something else to talk about when they had a conversation as if I wasn't even there, everyone poking my hand and trying to make me remember all the things I've done with it. They'll make all the usual green hand jokes too, about what you've been up to with it." Because it's Rivain, of course.