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Dream and Idea

WHO: Norrington and You
WHAT: Norrington and the Seven ~~dwarves~~ Templars arrive at Skyhold
WHEN: Beginning the 3rd week of Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Warnings for the Chant of Light. Because Templars.

Night had fallen on Skyhold when the guards at the gate spotted seven soldiers mounted on horses, with another driving a car behind them, riding across the stone bridge to Skyhold proper. The call-out did not occur until the watchman on duty spotted the templar armor. The templars in Skyhold were many, but not so many that the watchmen didn't know who they were dealing with.

When they arrived at the gates, the man in front dismounted, and with a promptness that surprised the gate guards, gave them travel papers and proper identification. The man was clearly weary - his green eyes were red-rimmed with exhaustion, but he held himself up right and straight.

The guards sent word ahead, to anyone who might be up and still in charge, and then opened the gates to let the templars in. They pointed them to the well, and to the stables, while they got someone to ... well.

They didn't look like red templars. Were they rogues? Were they spies? They were watched quite carefully.

For their part, the templars themselves seemed rather subdued. Taking care of their mounts, talking amongst themselves. Except the tall, dark haired man with sharp green eyes. He muttered something to the red-headed templar, before starting to walk around Skyhold itself. It was clear the man was looking to get the lay of the land.

...Or perhaps to figure out just what the hell he had gotten himself into.

Who was to say it could not be both?

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James was examining one of the testing dummies, an almost fond smile on his face. He had many memorable hours, training with ones such as these. They clearly had taken quite the beating. Clearly someone had some anger to work through, and he wished them silent luck.

He caught the wave out of the corner of his eye, and looked up. Green eyes narrowed, but then became more thoughtful than anything else. He had seen the look on this young man's face. Naked relief, to see another one of his brethren. Norrington offered a nod of acknowledgement in turn

"It is heartening to be welcomed. As you can imagine, things have not been particularly ... pleasant, thanks to the madness of others." He offered his hand, in the templar clasp. "Knight Commander James Norrington, a pleasure, Lieutenant. Are you one of Alayre's men?"

Cade clasped Norrington's hand with a respectful incline of his head. "No, ser," he replied, "I served under Knight-Commander Meredith in the Kirkwall Order. Now I am at the Inquisition's disposal." He wasn't sure what that meant yet, but he was slowly learning.

"Ah." And that Ah, took a lot of meaning in one word. That would explain a lot about the young man's ... well. He looked light he had been through quite a bit. "Yes, I suppose that is what we are all here for. To serve, whatever way we can."

He offered a quick smile at the young man, before he tilted his chin. "Do you know your way around, Lieutenant? I find myself in need of a tour."

The man's response caused Cade to look down preemptively; he knew he should be ashamed of what had happened in Kirkwall, but at the time it had made sense and he had spent too long at Meredith's beck and call to see her as a madwoman. It was something he was still working to reconcile.

"I do, ser, at least the main areas. I've not yet had occasion to seek the gardens or the tavern, though I hear both are well-kept." The tavern he had forbidden himself, having been in one only once, and having dismissed it as a hotbed of temptation and sin with which he preferred not to engage.

Were there ever to come a time where Norrington had chance to speak to Cade about Kirkwall -- he would be certain to put the blame where he thought it ought to have landed. Firmly in Meredith's insane lap.

"Well, as I have no desire to visit a tavern at this hour ... perhaps you might show me the other areas." He folded his arms behind him, starting to walk, "Are you part of the Inquisition forces, fully, or do you still train as a Templar?"

It would not be the first time Cade had heard such an accusation, but he would never speak against his commanding officer, even in death. Whether or not he agreed with their methods was fully irrelevant.

"Of course, ser," Cade replied, ducking his head in a small bow as he began to lead Norrington back up the battlements. "I am... currently left to my own devices. Although there is generalized training, I have seen no such organization for the Inquisition's Templars."

Oh, Norrington would. With great vigor and venom. However, Cade deserved none of that. The young man looked like he had been through the ringer, and Norrington had to wonder how long he had been off lyrium.

He followed the young Lieutenant, taking in the battlements and the posted guards with approval. Cade's statement, however, brought a brief frown to his face, "Truly? Well, I shall speak to Alayre. We should have some training of our own - keep sharp for the Venatori and the blood mages. If you like, you can practice with myself and my men."

Cade nodded to him, and gave a faint smile of relief at the offer. "I will be sure to, ser," he replied, his quiet voice fraught with gratitude. He wasn't exactly a sociable type, but like sought like and he knew that being around other Templars could help restore some of the normalcy to his world.

Norrington gave him a quick, small smile of his own, as he turned to look off the ramparts once more. "So I do not know much of this place - have you learned anything interesting during your stay, Lieutenant? I would love to know how a place like this existed without anyone knowing of it."

He sighs, quietly, "You can almost feel how much history it has."

"I haven't been here long myself, I admit," Cade replied quietly, guiding him up the battlements and beginning to walk past the Herald's Rest, "I... hear Skyhold has been used for various purposes, but that it was in disuse for quite a while before the Lady Inquisitor found it." He hesitated before proceeding, then sighed and explained, "I'm... afraid I don't know much about it because most of my time thus far has been spent... um. Underground." He gestured to the dungeon door, his blush visible even in the low light.

"Well, long enough to know the battlements. For most of us soldiers, that's the important bit." Norrington drawled, as he looked around. To think a place like this had been forgotten, until now. Certainly he was in need of repair -- but it could be repaired. It could be made into something ...worthy.

Now that caught his attention, and he pulled his gaze away from his surroundings to the young man before him. His look, and his gaze, were grave, "Lieutenant, did you act in a way that was unbecoming to your rank?"

There was nothing worse, Cade felt, than the feeling of lying to one's superior officers, which was why he never did it. In fact, he was far more likely to walk himself out into their line of fire, take what was due, and go on from there. Still, that didn't make it any easier to do.
"Yes, ser," he replied, sailing past any of the excuses he could have made. Some of them may have even been valid, but they were, on the whole, irrelevant.

Norrington's grave look deepened, but his tone wasn't sharp. Merely firm, and quiet, as he searched the younger man's face, "I trust that the reason you were in the dungeon that you were being punished for such behavior -- and you have since corrected it?"

This element of the situation was a bit more difficult for Cade to reconcile, but he tried anyway. He continued to look down, aware of Norrington's gaze and unable or unwilling to meet it.
"On my arrival I was met by a pair of mages," he said, almost emotionlessly, "one of whom used some form of mind control on me. I drew on my power and silenced them." He glanced quickly at Norrington, then directed his gaze forward again. "I have since come to understand that such actions are no longer tolerated."

Norrington's lips thinned a little more, as he tried to suss out particulars -- but there was very little meat to this truth. He only had the bone of it. So, he continued his questioning in the same calm, firm tone.

"What form of mind control was it, and did you kill them?" Silencing them could mean a great deal of different things after all.

They were nearing the gardens now as they walked over the dungeons, and Norrington would be able to see the damage the abomination had done in its brief but terrible rampage.

"She spoke my thoughts aloud, ser," Cade explained, shuddering at the memory, "...no, I didn't kill her. I silenced the magic in the area."

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Norrington stopped, his eyes widening as he took in the wide-scale destruction of what must have been a beautiful and wild garden. It is on the tip of his tongue to ask what in the name of the Maker happened -- when Cade's words brought his thoughts elsewhere.

Not for long, because things do connect, after all.

" -- Cade, the only sort of magic that would allow someone to read your mind is spirit possession. Like the Riviani seers, or ... the Avvar augers. That or demon possession." No blood mages there, but still, unnerving. "I did not think either would come to join the Inquisition."

Now, his mind moves back here, "What happened?"

"That is why it worries me," Cade confirmed, but let his attention be drawn back to the garden when Norrington exclaimed at it.
"Abomination, ser," he grimly replied, "I was below when it happened, but I believe a fair few were injured." He shook his head. "The Mage council resists harrowings even now."

"Well, perhaps we can identify the mage in question - figure out what school she has been learning from." Make sure it wasn't blood magic or possession, at the very least. Still, he allows his attention to be dragged back to the garden itself.

He breathed in deep, as he walks along the paths, and sighs, "... Injured, and killed, if I was to guess." He frowned, jerking his chin towards Cade, "Wait, they are not ... they are not sending them through the Harrowing? Are all the apprentices that young?"

This was the perfect opportunity for Cade to unleash his torrent of concerns. He stopped walking and replied with a firm and anxious "no, ser. Unharrowed apostates are living amongst us at Skyhold, and the council of magi is rejecting the process entirely." It was a relief to have finally met someone likeminded on the subject. "If I know anything about maleficarum-- which I do," he added, with a nervous glance to one side, "we are looking to be overrun with them sooner than later if things should continue in this manner."

James's frown became more and more grave, the more than he learned. He tipped his head up, his gaze narrowing on Cade as the man spoke. "By the Maker ... well, what has the Inquisition Leadership put into place? Restrictions? Have they talked to the Templar Leadership about some sort of - I don't know - protective custody while they find some -- alternative to the Harrowing?"

"Not that I've seen," Cade replied darkly, "they appear intent on governing themselves, and if I didn't know any better, they intend to govern more than that within the Inquisition." He pursed his lips angrily. "And thus far there is no Templar leadership, as the Commander seems content to leave well enough alone."

"Hm." He sighed again, "I have no problems with the Mages taking more responsibility for themselves - as long as they grant us the same respect to form our own ... well. Reformed Order." Whatever that would be, "But I have to wonder if they've considered the consequences. Do you know anyone on the mage council, outside of Lady LeBlanc?"

Reformed Order. The phrase caught Cade's attention, and he watched Norrington curiously, though he gave a shake of his head at the question. "No, ser," he said quietly. He didn't know anyone on the mage council, actually, including Lady Leblanc.

"Well, that is going to have to change. For both of us." Norrington murmured as he looked around the garden, "We cannot allow more innocents to be killed, Lieutenant. It is ... well, it should be against everything that we are."

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