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(closed) dh’èirich mi moch madainn cheòthar
WHO: Saoirse, and various others through closed starters
WHAT: The events surrounding the city's missing elves have begun to take their toll on one small mage.
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall, various
NOTES: Possible talks of abuse, racism and general violence. If you're interested in a starter, feel free to hit me up at
kaldwin or through PM and I'll set something up!
WHAT: The events surrounding the city's missing elves have begun to take their toll on one small mage.
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall, various
NOTES: Possible talks of abuse, racism and general violence. If you're interested in a starter, feel free to hit me up at

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She takes a sip of her on tea, leaning back. "How have you been, Saoirse?"
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And she can't admit that she isn't interested in both the veil and the rifts especially when Andraste supposedly appeared within one. Still, Saoirse is glad that she is not bothering the Warden and offers another smile.
"As well as I can be considering recent events. I am still working tirelessly to find homes for the children, or if they have none, making sure that everything here is comfortable for them." A sigh. "This has never been a comfortable place, but I must say... I like it much more these days compared to when it was my home."
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Her expression grows more serious as she listens to Saoirse, brow furrowing. "I think many can say the same, and I'm glad for it. But can you elaborate? I know only a little, I'm afraid." She sounds a little apologetic, realizing how absorbing her work as been. But now is as good a time as any to catch up, if Saoirse is willing.
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Of course, Saoirse isn't sure if that would help when it coming from both an elf and a mage but she can hope for the best. For now, she offers a sad smile and considers how to explain everything that has happened since she has returned to Kirkwall with realization.
"It wasn't long after our arrival in Kirkwall that we realizes elves had begun to go missing," she says quietly. "We have been working tirelessly to find them but little has offered itself to us to answer where they might have gone. Recently, children were found in a warehouse..."
Her voice chokes slightly but she breathes out, steadies herself and continues. "Found in cages like animals. They're doing better now but... but I fear for the ones we have not found.
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"...sweet Maker. Who is responsible for this atrocity?" There's a hard glint in her eyes, one that promises no mercy if she encounters them while they still draw breath.