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faderift2015-12-28 11:05 am
judgemewhole) wrote in faderift2015-12-28 11:05 am
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
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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"I like you, too." Yes. She's being silly about a man. Everything just sort of caved, some dam being broken down, her normal reservation and thought processes flooded by sheer he is so adorable when he does anything giddiness.
"I mean--I said that." And he is so cute when he's stammering and awkward. "So...we'll meet with Cyril when? When is a good time? My time is mostly my own. There's a little grove outside Skyhold. I could bring food."
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"Yes, you did." He states quietly, before he clears his throat, again, scratching the back of his head, "I. Ah. I have ... no plans after First Night. We could do something? I mean with the food. And - ah - Cyril. And ... of course the grove." He pauses, and adds, "I also like groves."
Oh Maker.
"...I could bring more history books. Although I am afraid I won't be able to carry both you and Cyril back if you both fall asleep." There, attempt at humor made.
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"Thank you for that. Looking out for me that night. It was good-hearted of you."
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"You were exhausted, and I am, if nothing else, a gentleman." He cracked a quiet smile, "Beyond that ... you snore adorably."
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