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judgemewhole ([personal profile] judgemewhole) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-02-11 07:06 pm

[Closed] I'm only one call away

WHO: James Norrington and Alayre Sauveterre
WHAT: Praying before the Prophet
WHEN: During Godless 9:42
WHERE: The small temple of Andraste, off the garden
NOTES: Templars and faith




Norrington watched with silent dismay as the crystal filled with more and more responses to Alayre's outburst, and his jaw tightened more and more. He started to look to the door to the garden more often, green eyes filled with worry. He knew none here would raise a hand to Alayre, that Beleth and Nerva would be there to at least calm him down. That Cade could be there to protect him -- if such a thing was necessary.

Although all things considered, perhaps it would be best to keep this just to Alayre and James.

Or at least, as soon as he arrived.

Staring at the door accomplished nothing. Worry accomplished nothing. He came here for Alayre, and with Alayre in mind, he rose and opened the door to the small altar of Andraste, reaching her hands up to the heavens. He looked up at her, before he knelt before the altar and took a candle from his cloak. He lit it with one of the hundreds of candles there, and then went to one knee.

The words came easy, as they always had. A balm in the long and tiring hours.

"here was no word
For heaven or for earth, for sea or sky.
All that existed was silence.
Then the Voice of the Maker rang out,
The first Word,
And His Word became all that might be:
Dream and idea, hope and fear,
Endless possibilities.
And from it made his firstborn.
And he said to them:
"In My image I forge you,
To you I give dominion
Over all that exists.
By your will
May all things be done.
"

equanimiti: (☾ The Sincerity of a Dynasty☽)

[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-12 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
The anger that swelled within him had long since cooled by the time all hell broke loose.

Alayre had put away his disgust for the Inquisition in favor of pity. While he knew his words weren't just, the fool still made quite an uproar nonetheless. His words were dictated by a silent grief that none could possibly understand. Joining the Inquisition was suppose to solve more problems than it made for Alayre. He was suppose to feel invigorated by their march for justice and see hope within their allies who exalt their righteous cause. Alas, he doesn't feel or see anything resembling those lofty examples. At least not in their current fractured state. This is why the Inquisition had lost a fellow Templar much earlier in their creation. This is why they lost Baratheon.

Now contemplating if he too should leave them, Alayre allowed his frustration to show in a moment of poor judgement. Nearly dying out within the snowy lyrium laced fields of Emprise du Lion didn't help things either. So here we are with a man who sees his faith tested and scorned. Only a handful seek to comprehend that he speaks from a place of disappointment and not true scorn. The rest of them merely latch onto anger and nothing more.

Quite ill fitting of these alleged champions, no?

When Alayre arrives here, he is not without shame. Durandal is sent away to the stables before he makes his arrival at the temple. He sees James there as soon as he opens the doors. Alayre listens as he stalks closer towards the altar with muffled steps. Being free of the viscous wilds of Emprise du Lion seemed to free his head a bit. The festering rage he had is nonexistent only replaced by sorrow, grief and an inkling of fear. He takes his place wordlessly beside James and kneels as well.

Now is the time for prayer and reflection. He won't squander it with malice. Besides, James is one of the few who generally seems to care.
equanimiti: (☾A pensive interlude☽)

[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-12 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
A world of pain.

That verse struck him hard. He's undeniably in pain. Always has. Life has been anything but kind to Alayre. Even the manner of how he was brought to the Maker's side was a pitiful story. Alayre never had the luxury of a family or anything to identify him with the parents who gave him away. The agony of the unknown mixed in with all the trial and tribulations he faced in the Order scarred him. While Pharos had been a cage designed for mages, it was also a glided cage for himself.

Then, the rebellion came and blood flowed like ale at a tavern. Death became so commonplace that Alayre didn't even take a moment to mourn for the fallen. He merely stepped over their corpses and continued this war anew. He kept fighting until the very last Abomination laid dead. Battered and broken then, Alayre didn't give himself much rest. He continued to press on determined to seek out the Maker's Will himself and challenge those who held authority of it.

He always kept pressing onward until now.

Alayre tasted his blood once before but it was bitter this time at Emprise du Lion. What has he accomplished in his life thus far? If he had died in that battlefield amongst the sickening glow of red lyrium, would anyone even had noticed or cared?

'We're not the heroes in this.'

Those are words he'll never forget. No matter how hard he strives to put behind the devilry of the Order and embrace the coming of change, he'll never be looked upon as a true hero by anyone. He is a Templer and with that a villain. The Order will always be seen as nothing short of villainous but Alayre has no right to mourn when those who betrayed humanity at its very core still lives. Only when Kirkwall and other towers come crumbling down can he be allowed to mourn. Until then, he must find the fire within his heart again.

A quiet sigh leaves Alayre once the prayer ends. He could hear James shift to stand and he does eventually. His stride is a slow one but not a haggard one like earlier. There's bit of vigor left within him still.

He'll see the end of this war no matter what. This is what he promised to himself and many others who hold faith in him. Stepping back into the cold doesn't faze him this time around. In truth, Alayre doesn't even notice the bitter chill anymore. The only thing he acknowledges is the brother before him.
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[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-13 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
A ghost of a smile lingers upon his lips as he looks upon James. He knew his fellow Templar would be astute enough to read past the anger and see the sorrow. Alayre done well to conceal his sorrows but something within Emprise du Lion grabbed a hold of him and dragged him into sin. His heart is heavy with grief and his very soul riddled with it.

It takes Alayre a moment to will himself to speak but when he does, he sounds so tired and broken. "Yes." Alayre answers quietly with nothing other than grief in his voice. "My faith, my convictions..." Unable to keep his gaze upon James, Alayre averts his gaze. "They feel lost to me, clouded in a sea of doubt. My fears became too much to bear and when I sought for the Maker's presence in that hellish land drenched in red and white, I found nothing." He pauses for a moment as he struggles to explain himself. "Fear leads into anger and anger becomes hate. I don't want to lose myself to that kind of wickedness."

Alayre takes a deep breath as he turns to face James again. The sorrow that clings to him is telling of what lurks within. "I need to believe that the Maker hasn't adandoned us. I need to believe that He's still here in this world and that all of my deeds thus forth haven't been for naught."

He pauses. "I need to believe that if I do die, it be for a just cause." Alayre closes his eyes briefly to block the encroaching tears. "I wrongly took my frustration upon the Inquisition when that frustration lies with myself. We are not where we should be yet but with some faith, we will be. This is what I need to believe in again."
equanimiti: (☾A stoic rememberance ☽)

[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-14 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Trust is a fleeting thing sometimes. Alayre trusted in the Maker all his life and had only seen hardships. While he managed to rise overcome every trial he ever faced, this matter of faith seems too great for him to try. However, it's the look of certainty and clarity in James eyes that spurns him to try. There's faith in his eyes, true faith.

It's as Beleth had said, there's those who still believe in him and his cause regardless of the baseless allegations made against him simply because of what he is. Alayre is no butcher and he's no jailer. He's one of the few within the Order that seeks an end to the violence that grips Thedas. He's one of the stalwart dreamers who keep pressing forward. This is who he is and he will prove it.

Turning his gaze upon the altar with reverence, Alayre watches in silence as James speaks. One particular candle on the far right catches his attention because of its flickering flame. Despite most of the wax having melted away, that small bud of a fire still burns within this bitter cold. It burns with a brilliance that matches the sun's rays despite being so small. The flame's resolve is telling, it refuses to die.

"The Maker guides us always." Alayre suddenly says with a conviction that finally returned to him. "Death was determined to claim me but something forced it back. Something else grabbed ahold of me and told me to survive." He turns his gaze to meet James again.

"It was him. It was the Maker."

Alayre smiles somewhat, it's a weak one but a smile nonetheless. "They have a right to be scared after witnessing such a shameless debacle. They will undoubtedly let such fears breed into hatred but I will remain sincere in my apologies. You have my permission, brother, to act in my stead until my faith is rekindled anew. I will see to our brothers as both their guardian and leader."

He tentatively reaches for James' shoulder and grips it firmly. "I trust you, James Norrington, I hold faith in you for you are not only my brother-in-arms but my friend as well. I trust you in a way a man trust the coming of a new day." He let's out a weighty sigh.

"This faith you have in me serves as a balm over my doubts. I will not fail you or our allies again."
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[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-15 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Release these thoughts of 'perfection', James. For no one is asking for perfection. If anything, I'm just asking you to try." He says with a faint smile. "Understand you're not alone in your endeavors. I will still be there and so will your men and countless others. This is only a momentary respite."

His smile fades a little. "My debts grow with legion here and I must do my best to pay them. I will do whatever is possible to appease the Inquisition for comments made unjustly. Sincerity means nothing without action." Alayre is determined to do not only himself proud but his allies as well.

"The fact that you're here, James, already states that you won't fail." He allows his hand to fall from Norrington's shoulder. "It would seem I'm Knight-Commander once more but that title carries a heavy weight that most apostates hate. I will be mindful to wear it with grace." After confessing to Beleth how he believed the old hierarchy of the Templars should change, Alayre is actually debating whether or not if he should even don that title.

"Have faith, we'll see the end of this together."
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[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-15 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
"You think not?" Alayre asks curiously.

He could only imagine the kind of fear mongering is happening behind the scenes now after his tirade. Despite the Mages swaying a majority of the say here in the Inquisition, they constantly fret over the thought of losing the power they've gained. Little do any of them comprehend that no one wishes to take that power away from them, least of all Alayre.

In time they'll eventually realize that, hopefully. "They still treat the Inquisition by factions rather than as a whole. For now, this works well enough but we are two halves of the same whole. Eventually we will have to become one." Alayre states with a wisdom beguiling his old age.

A slight smirk quirks at his lips now. "The apology is theirs to have but I haven't figured if I'm brave enough for the announcement yet." He's quite worried about having another public forum take place. The Templars are hated enough as it is without him causing more problems. However, Alayre will do what needs to be done to ease tempers.

"Why wait so long? Our war may not end for several years." He states quietly with a rather pensive expression. "As we are, the Mages fear the New Order as much as they feared the Old. So mayhaps it's time to think of new ideas for Order before they render us unfit."
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[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-15 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
A frown settles on his face. Norrington is indeed right. They're literally at the eye of the storm. It almost feels as if no progress has been made since he arrived here four months ago. Frustrating.

"Perhaps we cannot be become one in that sense but in goals?" Alayre suggests tentatively with a slight sigh. "I don't think our religion suits them, to be frank. The Maker is far too harsh on them." That's the undeniable truth.

The old Templar smiles somewhat at the suggestion of opening their ranks to other races. "Now that's a rather interesting idea I could support. Though, do you think any would be willing?" He sincerely doubt the Dalish or the Valashoth will join them but the choice should still be given.
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[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-16 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
A slight huff leaves Alayre as he ponders more about this possible idea. He's hesitant to believe that the other races will show any interest in their Order but he's willing to try of. "Change often comes in small ripples instead of large waves but too long the Order has avoided change. We must adapt somehow. Therefore, I shall agree to this notion." Alayre states with a nod. It's oddly refreshing to hear such unique and outlandish ideas come from James. Usually it's Alayre often talking off Detlef about some of his ambitious ideas and projects. Alayre is such a dreamer sometimes.

"Though, if we embark upon this righteous path to connect with those of various races--does this mean we limit ourselves from the Chantry?" He asks in mild wonder. "Remember, brother, the Chantry still have full control of our lyrium supplies. They use it as a means to keep us tethered to their will much like dogs to meat." Alayre explains with a frown.

"If we distant ourselves from the Chantry, we best become our own supplier of lyrium."
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[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-16 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then we hold the means to bring the Chantry down from their lofty pedestal." Alayre follows up with a slight smirk. "Interesting. I believe there's hope yet. Our ambitious won't be easily subjugated as long as the Chantry bids for Skyhold." He seems rather pleased with all this now. Very pleased.

"Then we can bring change to the Order as we see fit. This will help us propell our numbers and sway public opinion to our favor."
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[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-17 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"That Divine will be the key to granting us our freedom alongside the mages." Alayre repeats with strong conviction. "Thedas is constantly changing and evolving. It's only a matter of time the Chantry will have to evolve as well or get crushed beneath Time's heel." He's absolutely confident about that and he'll dare the Chantry to try and stop this progress.

"I dream of a day when the mages govern themselves and we're nothing more than friendly allies who assist their endeavors. I don't want to rule over them or be a source of fear and intimidation. Enough is enough." Alayre honestly hopes he lives long enough for such a day.

"Detlef, the healer who saved me from the brink of death, has never known freedom and he's not alone." The slight chill in the air finally catches Alayre's attention and he draws in his cloak tighter. "I want him and others like him to know what freedom tastes like before I die. If I can somehow help in this process, then I'll do it." A somewhat morose smile lingers upon his weathered face now.

"I just want all of this needless suffering to end and I want our brothers to know freedom too. I have many 'wants', I know but I believe I 'need' this."
equanimiti: (☾A pensive interlude☽)

[personal profile] equanimiti 2016-02-18 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"If the Chantry ends up in such a way, that's they're own fault for refusing to adapt."

A slight sigh leaves Alayre. "Yes, yes. I'm certainly getting ahead of myself here." He admits honestly. "Though, someday we'll reach those goals but not on this day." Another chilly gust of wind blows past and Alayre makes a frown. "This has been a long winter. I doubt spring shall cone early this year. It's far too cold."

He glances towards the frozen horizon briefly before turning to James with a look of concern in his grey gaze. "Shall you speak with the advisors soon? I can tell the Seeker is quite crossed with me and for good reason." Alayre is dreading the conversations that will come with any of the advisors, especially with Pentaghast.