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.

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[letterandspirit]

Marcus glances over at that latter part, following on in a sort of silent agreement that something so powerful as to restore peace in Thedas could also go terribly, but it's not a point he is interested in worrying over here and now.

"Factions?" he echoes, a crinkle showing at his brow.

[ ooc ; rar sorry for this lateness. if you'd like to handwave instead of tag bc it's too old for you, lmk, but happy to continue. ]

[judgemewhole]

Norrington sighed again, and this is the sigh of a man who is clearly irritated with politics. Mostly because he keeps running face first into them, for as much as he is trying to avoid them.

"Factions." He states dryly, before he points to himself, "The templars are a faction. The mages are a faction. The Dalish are a small faction. The city elves have their own faction. Pro-circle is a faction. Freedom for mages is a faction. The Tal Vashoth are a faction against the Qunari. There are the Andrastians, like ourselves, and then there are those who spit in the Chantry's general direction. We are all here for a common cause but we ... forget that. Often."

[letterandspirit]

"That's quite the melting pot. Sounds like home."

The Free Marches broadly, anyway. Kaiten, also. The Circles and the fraternity are certainly more insular, and neither a nation nor a city are so condensed as a single banner, which he acknowledges as he adds; "But then, no one expects a common cause in the Free Marches." Except, perhaps, the flow of trade.

He finds a place to lean, arms folded around him against the cold. "This common cause, then. It stands against the entity that's corrupted the Order. Does it know much of its nature?"

[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."