I. SEMI-CLOSED.

[letterandspirit]

WHO: Marcus Kane and people of personal interest.
WHAT: A slow appraisement of the Inquisition begins the subtle hunt for one mage in particular.
WHEN: The rest of the Emprise du Lion campaign.
WHERE: Emprise du Lion
NOTES: This log is a catch all for specific starters for planned threads, and hence semi-closed, but entirely open for planning! Please let me know if you'd like to meet Kane and we can divine some kind of encounter.

Comments

[judgemewhole]

"Exactly so. You know, they all call us Marchers here. Not knowing that we all are loyal to our own cities, and not to the 'country' at large. I'm not quite sure they understand what it means - to be free and independent of one another." He arches an eyebrow at Marcus, "Perhaps the Inquisition should take a page out of our book."

One corner of his mouth twists, "We've found common causes before. The Blights. Divine Marches. Kirkwall comes to mind." He pauses, and then sighs. "You mean the being known as Corypheus? We know a great deal, and not enough."

[letterandspirit]

Kane smiles mainly with his eyes, the lines at their corners shadowing deeper. To think, the so-called Marchers as an example of unified disparity -- the Orlesians would love that one.

But it dims as he listens, patiently awaiting the answer to his question, and nods once. He's at least heard the name, and some of its associated rumours. "I heard some talk of its attack on Haven," he says, glancing out towards the wider camp. The mountains beyond. "A darkspawn magister, if the stories are to be believed, riding an archdemon. Whatever it is, its perverted our brothers beyond reason and recognition, and if the Inquisition is our best chance of ending it--

"Then, I'll be along for the ride. Factions or no factions."

[judgemewhole]

Norrington shrugs slightly, as if to say, 'What can I say? Sometimes the Free Marches seems to be the sane ones'.

"As have I -- and you are correct. Whatever the stories about that ... thing, it is responsible for turning our brothers and sisters into monsters." He stated solemnly. "So welcome to the fight, brother. May we bury that thing fifty feet deep."