Blood Magic - 101

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington, and YOU.
WHAT: Norrington gets ambushed, for information.
WHEN: Currently
WHERE: Norrington's 'office' (aka the table he's secured outside his tent to write reports)
NOTES: Warnings for blood magic, irritated Templar and probable Mage and Templar politics abounding, as well as people asking silly questions

Honestly, he really should have seen this coming. He was a known Templar Knight Commander - he had been hunting blood mages for nearly fifteen years now. His name were on several papers on Maelficarium, and he had trained Knights all over the Free Marches and even as far away as Orlais and Fereldan on how to properly hunt and kill blood mages.

Certainly, people were going to know of him. Certainly people were going to ask him about his past experiences. It was inevitable.

What he did not expect that was after coming in at the tail-end of an abomination attack to be bombarded by questions about blood magic - from soldiers down to the common folk. They crowded around him now, and you could just hear his voice over the fray of questions, stern and sometimes even caustic.

" -- NO I am not here to execute all the apprentice mages! One of them slipped - one. That does not mean the rest of them are suddenly going to start slicing open their wrists! They are children, they are learning. Is there a danger? Yes, but I sincerely doubt any of the mages here is blatantly teaching them ancient mind control rituals... "

There was a fast murmur of questions and then Norrington's voice could be heard again. "... No. You cannot do blood magic simply by cutting your finger and cursing. If that was the case every cook in the history of Thedas would be a blood mage. There are practices that someone must follow to use blood magic. If not, that is how we get abominations and demons from those failed spells."

Another fast and loud rat-a-tat of questions, and Norrington could be seen rubbing his face, "... No, not every blood mage is a Tevinter. Nor are they all Dalish. No, the Dalish do not practice sacrificing babies with Tevinter magisters -- do you know what the majority of the slave trade is? Yes, then it stands to reason that the Dalish and the Tevinter Magisters are Not In Cahoots. And NO the Dalish are not aiding Corpheyus with their tattoos -- their tattoos are not blood magic!"

Clearly, this is going well. So if you wish to help Norrington -- or just add more fuel to the fire -- please, feel free to stop by.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

"...you. Spoke on behalf of an Order that does not exist?" That- she needed a moment to process that properly.

[judgemewhole]

At that, the Knight Commander shrugged. "Well, it will once I have in fact, spoken to the others. Honestly I am surprised we haven't organized to your level."

A amused twist of his lips, "So it appears I am spear-heading it."

[fleurdesel]

"I was under the assumption they were organized much as they had been in the Order outside of the Inquisition, Knight Commander, Knight Captain, Knight- etc." But to hear different; well it was not that much of a surprise. They had lost as much as the Mages when the Templars split away from the Chantry.

[judgemewhole]

"...Well, you have that much right. We are still organized into our ranks - but we are not cohesive. That apparently, is going to need to change." And quickly. Otherwise the mages were going to be overwhelmed, the Inquisition was going to have a lot more of these 'sessions'. They needed a clear line in the proverbial sand and a leader.

Norrington knew just the fellow brother for the job, actually ...

"Many things need to change." He stated, looking after the crowd, "Perhaps it is time we stop saying the words and take the actions to make that change."

[fleurdesel]

"...That, fortunately, is not my circus to mind." The templars could sort themselves out well enough; they ever had in the past and will likely manage as much in the future. "Though I wish you luck in it."

[judgemewhole]

"... Nooo, apparently it is mine." He snorted softly, before he arched an eyebrow at her, "Yes, I rather think you should. Especially since if there is no organization for Templars all the questions are going to come to you."

[fleurdesel]

"I will manage one way or the other." She waved a hand vaguely. "Will that be all, Knight-Commander Norrington?"

[judgemewhole]

"Ye-es, I rather imagined you would say that." Norrington murmured, a smirk on his lips. He bowed deeply to her, "That is all, Lady LeBlanc. I owe you, again."

[fleurdesel]

"And one day I shall have cause to collect. Remember- call for backup next time. Some mages need the experience with public speaking." And dealing with non-mages and their questions. She dipped her head in turn, they were still in public after all, and made her way back to the Orlesian healing tents.

[judgemewhole]

"Oh, I live in fear of that day. However, I do recall that in the future I shall call for back-up." Whomever that back-up might be will depend on the situation. He does not want to become dependent on Lady LeBlanc, or the Mage Council, or the Inquisition. The Templars were going to have to learn to stand on their own.

He nodded, before returning to his desk, now free, and began to write. He had ... several missives to take care of, now.