closed | i know what i know

[wythersake]

WHO: Isaac + Marcus, others maybe
WHAT: Closed starters etc
WHEN: Medieval Fantasy November
WHERE: Here
NOTES: HMU on plurk if you want one

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[wythersake]

"It wasn't reported where you could read it," Isaac corrects, ungentle. "I wager the others know. Rutyer, Yseult."

Cannot say what he expects them to know of Nevarra. If Flint held that secret, it wasn't for the sake of Circle mages.

"We blamed the attacks on Venatori. Had this gone public, there would have been reprisals." He stands, belated, hands tucked behind his back. "They'd killed children, Marcus."

Okay, teens.

[luaithre]

"And so that is how mages die for their crimes," Marcus says, immediately, "like Corypheus's dogs, in some Orlesian battlefield."

He takes his weight off the table as Isaac stands. Unhappy, visibly, but less so directly at Isaac. "If they think they can live under the banner of the Venatori," he says, collecting his thoughts, "then that says far more as to the Chantry, and the Inquisition, and Riftwatch, than it does for them. Because they're not the only ones."

And they won't be the last. He'd seen the madness his brethren, as he calls them, were driven to in the Hinterlands in those last days of war. They'd known the deal that was on the table in front of Grand Enchanter Fiona that day.

"You want agreement, you said. Where do you suppose that comes from?"

[wythersake]

"Within. There are few of us here, and more alike than we are not. That group of yours —"

The training.

"— Those mages who spar with you know what doing so implies," He doesn't expect Lukas to agree, but everyone needs an enemy. Perhaps Marcus more than most. "The Rifters are a secondary concern. They are not us, and there's little to be gained by arguing their semantics. Presented as a sufficiently united front, they're like to fall into sympathy."

"But secrets leak. You'll need someone for doubters to turn to. Not a mage. Someone regarded at least neutrally by our," The click of tongue in teeth. "Leadership."

[luaithre]

'Not a mage' encourages a subtle tic and flex of tension at Marcus's jaw. It's easy to react. He is not as reactionary as he could be, and so listens.

Coming here, he hadn't laboured under the illusion that Riftwatch could be made to sympathise wholly with the cause of mages (pretending for a moment there is only one), not when it's busy with the matter of saving the world. But it had drawn such mages anyway, and now, seeing how such things interact, the pressure applied to one in service of the other—

"As a go between?" he asks. Talking to Isaac means, sometimes, he will just have to ask a question that possibly makes him sound stupid in service of finding clarity in the Orlesian's meaning. It is a good thing Marcus doesn't mind that.