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

[middle_of_calibrating]

"Oh, you think I'm giving this for free?" He's looking down, inspecting his gloves as a smirk forms on his face, but he is indeed joking. "Nothing of the like. Just a simple merc, talking to a man who seems like a good sort to know. And you must be if Emmie came over to chat."

[judgemewhole]

"I wasn't quite sure - although I am not honestly sure what you think I can give you in turn. I have money, but I do not pay for advice." He arches an eyebrow, a faint smirk on his face. "Yes, I know her. She's ... trouble, isn't she?"

[middle_of_calibrating]

Garris raises a brow, giving Norrington a curious look. "That was a joke." Had that been hard to tell? "She can be. Just don't get on her bad side. Mean right hook on her."

[judgemewhole]

"Oh." Well, again Norrington really had to work on his ability to understand humor. Hrm. "...I shall keep that in mind. I have no desire to be punched in the face."

[middle_of_calibrating]

"Oh, she'll hit you plenty else if it's only your face you're worried about." Personal experience? Maybe. Least she didn't hit as hard now when she was joking. "You seem to be doing alright right now though, so wouldn't worry too much."

[judgemewhole]

"No, I am rather afraid of every part of my body now." He stated simply, before he sighed. Heavily. "I can only hope that I am. One day at a time, I believe the phrase is."

[middle_of_calibrating]

That may or may not have been the point - he might be getting punched for that later if Emmie found out. "True enough. One foot in front of the other right?" Reaching over, Garris pats Norrington on the shoulder. "Well I'll leave you to it then. If you feel you need to unwind I'll buy you a drink. I should be easy enough to find."

[judgemewhole]

"One foot in front of the other." He nodded, before he dipped his head down, "I look forward to seeing you both again. A pleasure meeting you, and yes, we will have that drink."