the days that bind us

[exequy]

WHO: Lots of people
WHAT: Recovering lost phylacteries
WHEN: Guardian 23, 9:44
WHERE: The Storm Coast
NOTES: Violence! OOC post over here.

All signs point to the Storm Coast, and once scouts have narrowed down the location it's only a short journey across the Waking Sea to move a small force onto the rocky coast. They row ashore just after dawn in driving rain, and follow the beach for at least a mile before finding a path that actually reaches the top of the cliff. The rain fades to a drizzle but the day remains relentlessly overcast as they hike toward their goal, grey and dim even at noon, with a raw breeze off the water.

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

There's the briefest flash of amusement on Anders' face at the number. All three. It's definitely not a lot. But it's also none none... and that's something to speak about later if Malcolm seems amenable.

"I want to see it in my lifetime." It's the first time in this conversation his hard work to sound neutral and unemotional slips, and there's a longing in there that runs all the way to his bones. "I don't want a single additional generation of mages to know captivity, to be taught to fear and hate themselves. I want them free."

Nothing will make what he did worth it, exactly, but if mages never again have to fear abuse and confinement he can be at something close to peace.

"And I don't know if it's safe to rely on a new Divine. We could just as easily get someone reactionary rather than revolutionary. The mages can't afford to wait and hope. We have to work, we have to reach out. ...Even if it's to groups of only three."