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Blood Magic - 101

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.

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She stares at him for a moment, so disbelieving that she doesn't react until she has had time to process the words twice. It's hardest of all to believe he hasn't judged her. Someone worth waiting for.

"If you mean that," she breathes, "there are a few things you need to know. First, I have brothers. And clanmates. And also the assassin. Here. They'll threaten to kill you when they find out, but don't worry. They're more frightened of me than they are of you. Second, you'll gain no favors from the Council through this--not least because I share my seat and my vote with another Dalish elf. But if you're the kind of man I think you are, you wouldn't have it any other way."

Well it would be utterly rude for him to judge her when she did not judge him for what he did. He is many things - hard, cold, proud ... but he hopes to the Maker he is not a hypocrite.

He knows he's not a coward.

So when she lets him know her few things, he very calmly starts counting off his fingers, "One, that is to be expected. I would be offended for you if they did not rise up to smite me. Please let them know that I wear full plate armor, am faster than I look, and yes, I will answer all challenges. If I must fight, I will fight - but I will not kill them. Two ... I am not looking to 'gain favor' with the Mage Council, and frankly, hang them. This is about you and I, not political connections. However, most importantly, Three."

He points at her, "You have not told me if you actually wish for me to court you, and if so ... what in the name of Andraste is the first step for courting a Dalish lady?"

Pel hesitates for a moment, unsure how she should answer this question of wanting. She does and doesn't. She hasn't waded into this pool for years, and that's for a reason. It's so much easier when the object of affection doesn't reciprocate. There's no hurt there.

"Normally, we'd have known each other quite some time already. You'd have proven you are an adult and no longer an apprentice, or you'd be about to prove it. We'd take things slow. So...I don't know what's going to happen. This is as strange for me as it is for you. But I wouldn't be telling you how to do this if I didn't want to try. I don't toy with hearts."

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"Hmm." He rubs his chin thoughtfully at that, green eyes narrowed in thought. Honestly it sounds a great deal like human courting - including the part where they did not know each other well.

"Well, for humans ... there is a period, before serious courting, where one asks if one may call upon the young lady first. Typically such meetings are walks, usually chaperoned, where the couple can speak at length and see if they are truly compatible. Would that suit?"

Chaperoned. Heheh. Who would chaperone them? Salem? Or Cyril. Salem would growl the whole time, Cyril would shout advice from the sidelines. She smiles at the thought.

"It sounds perfect. Although I'd like to keep it discreet for a time. Till we know if it's going to be something. I don't want to cause a fuss among my clanmates over something that might not last."

He has no idea who would chaperone them but he's already got a suggestion if she would like to.

That she smiles, that she agrees? Perfection. He nods, folding his arms behind him and trying not to smile like an idiot. "Good .... then, ah, which member of your family would you prefer?"

A slight helpless widening of her eyes.

"Nobody. Cyril and Merrick keep no secrets with each other, and Salem...Sylaise help me. The closest person I could trust to be discreet is Krem."

Actually, that's a good idea. A really good idea. Damn.

"Krem is my roommate. He's quiet and I trust him completely."

Hmm. All right. He nods his head slowly at that. "Very well. I would like to meet the young man before I allow him to dictate my behavior. Do you think he would be amenable to meeting me for a drink beforehand?"

Just so they could get a good feel for one another -- wait. Wait a moment.

"He is ... your roommate?" Another pause, "... Does he prefer men?"

"I've never asked. He's with a man, though. But James...I'm an elf and a mage. Krem is a mercenary. He keeps me safe. There's nothing between us, if you're worried."

"Well, if I am being completely frank -- I was. However, if he is there to keep you safe, then he has my gratitude instead of my jealousy." One corner of his mouth twisted up, "As fledgling as it is."

He bit his lip for a moment, a little uncertain here because honestly he did not expect to feel anything like this -- perhaps ever. "Now ... I ... was going to tell my people. Will that be acceptable?"

She looks instantly wary. "Who are your people?"

"My ... well. My troop." He nods over at his camp, where Burns was making Giselle and Mullory burst out into laughter. The others were off taking care of their mounts. He smiled, a little, before looking back at her.

"I want them to know they should stop trying to find me 'a nice lady', as I have found one on my own. I ... well. I do not have any blood kin, as you do. They are my family."

She follows his gaze and shifts a bit.

"Is there harm in letting them continue? They need something to cheer them up."

One corner of his mouth lifts up, as he looks over at her, "Just as long as you are all right with them tossing strange women at me, certainly. I have a feeling you'll all have some amusement on my behalf."

She bites down on a smile, a gleam coming into her eye. "We'll have our own little prank in the works to pay them back. But it has occurred to me that Krem won't be back at Skyhold for some time. So it's probably my cousin Cyril we want for a chaperone. Blood family, by the way, isn't...really how it works for me, either."

"My lady Pel ... I like the way you think." He can't help the wicked edge to his smile, before he arched both eyebrows, "I see ... well. Then that is another thing we have in common. I would be delighted to meet Cyril."

A pause, "Provided he doesn't try to stab me for trying to call upon his cousin."

"Cyril's the least likely one to do that. I'll have words to see he doesn't spill to Merrick too soon, but even if he does, Merrick's off on a mission.

"I...grew up a long way from most of my family. My magic manifested when I was younger than normal." She remembers how Adelaide reacted. "Much younger than normal. I don't remember living with Clan Ghilan at all. I was sent to Clan Ashara. My mother had a cousin there who took me in till she died. Cyril's her son."

"I see ... so it is unlikely that I will have to deal with Merrick for a few more weeks. More than enough time to see where this shall take us."

He nodded his head at that, "I have heard that is the practice amongst Dalish mages - not too many in the same clan. I .. am sorry they separated you from your parents." He paused, and added quietly, "I lost my parents when I was very young, as well, along with my older brother. The Chantry, and the Templars, were the only family I had after that."

"I didn't...lose them, I never had them. Except two days every ten years, at the Arlathvhen. I was communally raised. And pretty independent, as children go. As First, I had to grow up pretty quickly."

He looked at her curiously, at that statement, before he looked around the open area of the courtyard. Then he tipped his chin, "Come, let us walk. There are enough people here that you can trust me not to do something ... well, brash."

He crooked a smile at her, before he asked, "So as the First, were you expected to take on many more responsibilities at a younger age? It doesn't sound like you had much of a childhood. Not that I am one to talk.."

None of this is secretive information to her. As far as she can tell, everyone had a shitty childhood. Her woes are small potatoes compared to Merrick or Ellana.

"Who does?" She gives a faint shrug. "A plague came through when I was nine. Left a lot of orphans, and a lot of work to be done with too few people feeling well enough to do it. I was between supervising chores and nursing the sick. What else was I going to do?"

Shitty childhoods seem to be what makes up most of the Inquistion, outside of a few lucky ones. He would not wish to put his childhood against any of the Dalish, or any mage child taken from their parents.

He looks at her for that, both a mix of sympathy, and admiration, "I am sorry for your losses, my Lady. You are ... stronger than many I know, to handle so much, so young."

"You would've handled it." Pel looks faintly uncomfortable with the praise. "Anyone would've handled it in my position. You do what you have to do. Help carry bodies to the pits, pretending they're dolls. No."

Deep breath. Not talking about that.

"I didn't come through it because I was strong. Coming through it was inevitable. You understand."

He nods his head, because of course he did. You survived, because that is what you had to do in that situation. You did not think about the blood splattered across your face, you did not think of all those you could not save.

You thought about the ones that you could, and you did.

"So tell me, once you were past surviving ... what did you do for family?"

"Well, there was Cyril still. And Merrick was little back then. I suppose I became the mother to some of them. Especially Merrick, when his father died a few years later. What about you?"

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