faderift | [Open] Phylactery Phun

WHO: Anders and open
WHAT: A lot of magic hitting
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Gallows/Darktown
Content warnings: Does a nathanders thread count...

Healing, open

He's tired. He's tried sleeping in, but that doesn't work very well when the full effect of the captured phylacteries is on display. There's grim determination pushing him forward now as he and Mercy do what they can to keep up. He's moved office away from the main infirmary, though, just in case, and is now in a spare room, set up sparsely.

Mana Clash, open, happening a couple of times

Since the first report of attacks on mages, he's steered clear of people as much as he can, but that's not the easiest in a fortress.

One mana clash hits him in the kitchens, trying to get food while not endangering the mess hall, dropping him to his knees in pain and a mess of shattered plate with peas bouncing everywhere, radiating its mana draining effects all around. Another gets him in his makeshift healing room, as he's trying to mix elfroot potions, making for a slippery disaster. The third catches him as he's getting out of the baths and he cracks his head on the side, mixing blood in the water.

Paralysis, open

It's bizarre. One minute he's cutting herbs, and the next he's stopped, unable to move or do anything except feel panic well up.

For Nate

"Howe, is that feeling?" He's tired, but a large part of his stress has been dealt with and it's nice to tend to his husband. Even if he'll never be able to get rid of the arthritis in Nate's chest for good.

For Vandelin

He's tense when Van comes into his research room, but the elf isn't the source of it. In fact, a little bit of the tension eases and he waves the elf over.

"If this mess doesn't convince people on the fence that what's done to us is unaccepta--"

He doesn't get a chance to finish as the spell hits and spills outward, pain, sudden exhaustion, and paralysis all at once.

For Teren

He knows her fears. For that reason he's steered clear of Teren as best as possible, above and beyond how much he's trying to avoid most.

He needs tea though, needs it badly, so he risks a run to the kitchen... and nearly walks into her.

"I'm sorry. I'll be quick."

[Feel free to wildcard me with any of paralysis, mana drain, or mana clash! Poke me if you'd like something else.]

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"We've got scouts and spies for this very reason," Carver points out. Whatever any individual's thoughts on mages are, having the Inquisition's mages losing control of their powers benefits no one. Well, it doesn't benefit the Inquisition at any rate. "I get that it's got to be alarming. You've looked into it, you might have a lead, now someone's got to go and start looking. Someone's heard something. Little hard to carry around a bunch of phylacteries and not get noticed."

He exhales, thankful for the sentiment.

"Unless you pack them in a crate with straw and say they're anything fragile. Vials, eggs, hide them from view and look official and you can transport anything. Especially if you've Seeker or Templar armor. The problem is that we don't know when they found the phylacteries, and we don't know if they moved them. The Templars aren't going to talk, I feel, because no one is holding them accountable for anything." Anders takes another breath and lets it out.

"I don't know, Carver. We've been digging and we've come up with nothing."

"And a bunch of templars transporting fragile cargo is, again, going to be noticed by someone. Especially with the war having gone on, people are going to be taking more notice of templars moving about." Moving the phylacteries requires careful handling. Anyone with a brain wouldn't risk not traveling on the roads, not for long.

He shoots Anders a look. "Don't get pissy here: have you actually tried asking any of them for help? Whatever your feelings on templars, none here with half a brain are going to want the mages losing control."

"None with half a brain are going to want to give me the opening to get fully free once they find out I'm not," he says back. "I am doing everything I can to hide that I'm affected. However, I've suggested that one of the Loyalist mages I know seek that information and I've heard nothing back."

Anders crosses his arms. "And as far as the other, Templars don't always have to wear their armor is what I'm saying. Some people dress in things called disguises so they can sneak about."

"And how long do you think you'll be able to?" Carver walked in on it happening. It's only a matter of time before someone else does. "I'll be the first to admit that most of the templars walking about are prigs, but there are a handful of decent ones that would be willing to help." He was named after one such templar. "It's either you enlist their help or keep in amongst the mages. Do you really think it'll be kept a secret for long?"

"Hiding that I'm affected is far easier than hiding that the mages are. The latter is a lost cause." There's rumor everywhere, and plenty of mages have been hurt in public already. "I have to hide it, Carver, because the moment they realize they've my phylactery the void will break loose, metaphorically speaking. Either they'll kill me, or they'll kill mages trying to kill me, or there will be some sort of bidding war because that could give many people vengeance for things I've done and things they blame me for."

He sighs heavily. "I have done what I can. I have asked that someone else try with the Templars, I have been searching what I can find. You're welcome to help, but I have to do what I can to keep this from escalating."

...okay, that's a fair point. Maker willing, they don't know all whose phylacteries they have. Are they labelled or anything? He's almost afraid to ask.

UGH. Anders deserves a punch in the face, and maybe more, but Carver doesn't want to see him magically fucked over in ways he can't even imagine. Not to mention what it might bring down on all their heads. "Andraste's tits. Fine. I'll go find a templar to punch and see what they say."

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