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faderift2015-11-29 10:01 pm
keeperofmagi) wrote in faderift2015-11-29 10:01 pm
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The Cult of Andraste
WHO: Dorian, Maria, Nerva and Twisted Fate
WHAT: War Table Mission: The Cult of Andraste
WHEN: Forward dated to Haring 5th, over a period of at least 3 days
WHERE: The ruins of the ancient temple of Andraste
NOTES: see original mission outline above, linked in 'what'. likely to involve a lot of violence and bickering and since dorian is here, sass
WHAT: War Table Mission: The Cult of Andraste
WHEN: Forward dated to Haring 5th, over a period of at least 3 days
WHERE: The ruins of the ancient temple of Andraste
NOTES: see original mission outline above, linked in 'what'. likely to involve a lot of violence and bickering and since dorian is here, sass
[Prompt below is for initial meeting / heading out on the quest thread. We can start other threads as we need them for later parts of the mission.]
It came as something of a relief, when Nerva was finally given a mission outside of the castle grounds. Skyhold had been something of a shock, despite her thinking that she had prepared for it. But the way the mages lived and worked here was unnerving, and dangerous, but she and her fellow templars were far outnumbered. Being able to get out into the world, do some real good, was an intoxicating idea. She was even smiling - albeit a small one - as she checked over her equipment and the gear they would require for the journey. She'd come to the gates early, just to make sure she had a good idea of everything that would be needed, what they were missing, and what would have to be done without. It was little more than a glorified scouting mission, but for Nerva, an important one. The loss of her connection to the Chantry had been a heavy blow, and anything she could do to help restore some of that connection, even if only for herself...
Well. She would gladly do it.
So she was far more devoted to the mission than mere duty necessitated.
However, that was very likely to change, once she found out exactly who was on the mission with her...
Re: exploration and making friends with ghosts. for nerva, initially.
[They don't speak. This suits Nerva just fine - Dorian is much easier to be around when he isn't talking, or flailing his staff around setting things on fire - and for a little while she can almost forget that he's an Altus. Just pretend that they are two people quietly working to preserve lost holy texts. To say that she is enjoying herself would not be accurate - she is taking her duties here incredibly seriously, and has not smiled once, but she hasn't been glaring at Dorian, which is a step in the right directly.
The spirit, however.
Dorian noticed it before she did. In fact, the first thing that she noticed was that Dorian was making the book he was currently reading float, just above his hand. She thinks about chastising him, but then thinks about Maria and decides not to. She can pick her battles. She lets her eyes slide away from him (so that she doesn't snort in disgust) and that's when they catch the figure. She stills, instantly, her hand hovering over the hilt of her sword.]
Dorian.
[The word is calm, flat, but obviously a warning.]
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[ Nerrr-va. Acknowledgement and little more, the most of his concentration on the text, and his other hovering hand plays at the air with questing fingers, as if drawing from it its power.
Before she can tell him to cut it out or explain himself, he finishes -- purple light ripples across the page, and cuts a swift path straight for the ghost. The figure doesn't flinch, as if it doesn't even notice the rope-like light that curls around it's shape, the ground beneath it shining. Clapping closed the book, Dorian takes a step forward. The ghost appears to turn away, as it had been doing, but stops. Unable to move. ]
Haha! Had me worried it was a little too expired to be grasped easily. I haven't performed a binding in a great many ancient ruins, you know.
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A bound spirit is better than one currently attacking them, but not by much.]
Revel in your triumph later. Alone.
[She turns back to the spirit, frowning at it. It isn't a demon - yet - but her shield takes a firmer position, her sword sliding into an easy guard, the tip pointed at the ground just left of he back foot.]
How long has it been following us?
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He doesn't take his staff in hand, and there is a bold enough quality to his saunter, for all that demons could burst out at them at any moment -- or perhaps not. His has some confidence in his binding, after all. ]
I've noticed spirits here and there since we entered the tunnels -- this one's made a point to watch us, so I thought we ought to introduce ourselves.
You first, [ he directs, to the spirit itself. ]
I am Havard the Aegis, [ it volunteers. ] The first of the Disciples of Andraste. I know your names and your travels, Dorian of the Tevinter Imperium.
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And you, Nerva of Tevinter and Orlais.
[That was not what she expected to hear, every muscle in her body drawing taut as a bow string and so still she may as well have been turned to stone. The only visible movement were her nostrils flaring. She didn't reply to it, didn't even move to look at Dorian, though her knuckles grew white where they gripped her sword hilt. Gone was the casual confidence - she was all thorns and readied trigger, now.]
What would you ask of me?
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Not right now, anyway.
It's enough to for her to know that he absolutely caught that, squaring his attention back on the ghostly figure claiming to be one of Andraste's Disciples. ]
We wish to know those who have come through the Temple. It's a bit of a mess out front, you see.
[ Havard doesn't pause to consider, stating; ] They took nothing of hers.
No? That's good of them. Just the roof, in one instance.
[ Before Dorian has a chance to specify, Havard speaks again, addressing them both; ] She wields the broken sword, in this place I belong, that also belongs to me. Of what do I speak?
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[It's not said as a reply so much as a statement of the obvious - her lips twitching into something of a scowl. Of course it was riddles. Why on earth would a spirit talk straight?]
[But - she had heard it. First of the Disciples of Andraste... They took nothing of hers...]
[She stepped up beside Dorian, her shield sliding to include him behind it without her even thinking about it. She was no good at riddles.]
Careful. [A warning to Dorian, under her breath, her brow furrowed tight. But it was more than just a warning - it was an allowance, to speak on her behalf as well.]
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I haven't the faintest, [ he informs the spirit, a touch impatient.
The spirit nods, once, and tries again; ] The sun touches the moon, and she weeps and weeps and weeps. Ash settling to serpent, and once more, again, the stolen day. Of what do I speak?
Nonsense, I suspect, [ Dorian sighs. Faintly disappointed. ] It's like talking to Cole.
The Black City sundered sideways. A great emptiness began. The answer was: the mountains. Veiled in white, the bones seeking the sky. I carried Andraste's ashes out of Tevinter, into the mountains, where she could gaze ever into Her Maker's sky.
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[Nerva looked at an utter loss, but at least it answered its own riddle. Beside that confusion, though, there was something else: awe. If this really was the spirit of Andraste's disciple...]
You have our gratitude, Disciple. And our respect. For preserving both her ashes and memory, that we may both remember and honour her, for years to come. [The words were, perhaps, a little stilted. After all, she wasn't completely convinced this wasn't a demon, and she also had no idea how to speak to so holy a figure, but even then, they were honest. That was what counted, she hoped.]
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Your scattered ashes remember you, Templar They paint your steps, showing you the way home. The Magisters follow flame, not dust.
Corypheus, [ would be Dorian butting in, borderline impatient. ] Speaking of magisters. Did you witness what happened? Did you see him?
He took nothing of hers.
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And then Dorian of course had to go and interrupt it. She nudged him, with her shoulder, to try to get him to shut up, but it was too late.]
So it did see him. Spirit- Disciple - you spoke of magisters. Were there others, from Tevinter, who came here? [The venatori, perhaps?]
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I carried the Ashes out of Tevinter into the mountains--
Yes yes yes, [ Dorian sighs, as Havard continues to repeat himself. Lower, for Nerva's benefit; ] Whether or not this spirit is truly who he says, he's lost his purpose. Perhaps it's the wreckage, but either way, he's broken. I've seen it before. We can't trust that anything it offers has sense. Although we might take this as a no.
--took nothing of hers.
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[She gave a sharp sideways look.]
How do you mean, broken? How can a spirit be broken?
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[ Dorian's tone is that of someone speaking of a misbehaving piece of machinery, and whatever Havard is, he is enough of it to catch his tone and say; ]
The purpose of masters strip will from flesh. Again, the blood runs, and words wither in silent mouths. Small hands make ash fingers on the fade-touched stone. You cannot hear you. She cannot see you.
[ Dorian, to Nerva; ] Shall we? [ The tilt of his staff indicates that he's ready to call this conversation done, if she is. ]
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[She hesitates - torn between trying to decide if doing this is sacrilege, versus her very real and strong preference to see that all spirits are very much in the fade and very far away from her. The latter wins, and she gives a stiff nod, though her focus is very much on the spirit rather than Dorian, her shield still between the two.]
After you.