Meeting the First - The New Templar Order

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington, Templars, and Spies.
WHAT: Norrington summons the Knights together.
WHEN: This evening
WHERE: Tower off of the Tavern
NOTES: Warnings for language, for politics, and most importantly for Templars probably getting emotional. Plenty of NPC Templars, as well. Sections will be divided on different topics, please feel free to add your own!

As Norrington was the one who called the meeting, he and his small squad of Templars were the ones who set up the table - or rather tables. They shifted, switched, and basically mangled all the furniture into place so that when they were finished, they had a large circle of tables and chairs, all facing inward.

Norrington liked the symmetry. Not to mention the symbolism.

While his people made sure to procure refreshments from the Tavern - nothing stronger than ale and plenty of food because Maker knew how long they were all going to be there - Norrington sat at the table, with a number of books in front of him. One that sat at his right was of course The Chant Of Light. The others had books on the College of Enchanters, a few slender scrolls on the Dalish, and the Qun itself.

When the sun had started to fall, and all the templars arrived who were in fact, willing to come to the meeting, he closed the book on the Qun and pushed it firmly away, looking perturbed. Then he looked around to the crowd of faces around him.

"Good evening, Brothers and Sisters. Welcome to the first meeting of the New Templar Order. Let me begin by saying, if you are here then even while you have broken ties with the corrupt Seeker Lambert, or even with the Chantry itself, you still see yourself as following the path set before us. Long ago, the Templars were once the Inquisition itself -- and while their violent beginning was forcing the Chant of Light -- I think we can go back to the original purpose. To protect the people of Thedas - all the people of Thedas. To educate on the dangers, and benefits, of magic. To, as it was once asked of us by Andraste herself, walk through the fire on faith alone, to defend those who cannot defend themselves."

He stood up, looking around, "We all hold different ranks, outside of this room. We are Knights, we are Lieutenants and Captains. But here, we are as we have always been - Brothers and Sisters. We've been silent too long, caught up in the shame of the actions of the rogues and the Red Templars. No more, brothers and sisters, No More. We must stand up, and be counted. We must offer our aid, not just as swords for the Inquisition's army, but as their shields and instructors as well. From the filth of the old, something new must rise."

He leaned forward on the table, looking around, "But before any of that happens -- together, as equals -- we must decide who our voice will be, and what we will say to the mages ... after their vote. We must decide what our principles are, our concerns, and we must put them together intelligently -- and without malice. We will not prevail with violence, or rhetoric. We must be as calm as we are on the battlefield. So ... shall we begin?"