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| characters | Fenris & Open
| date/time | Evening, April 19th
| location | Entrance
| rating | Some warnings of scars and abuse.
| summary | Fenris does not approve of this place.
The wooden floor of the tree was hard, the wall uneven and rough. Yet he still leaned to it, his lkarge green eyes following the bright light in the middle of the room as if it could give him any answers. He was tensed, uncomfortable all the way down to his core, and there had been no lies to avoid, no battle to fight.
Just a ray of light... and that gem.
Wings. A dream to some, an enhancement worthy of a magister, to conquer the skies the sky itself. Not to him. To Fenris, it was nothing but a joke, a cruel reminder from someone with lousy humor. He had been so disgusted, seething in silence at the mockery of those markings. There might be no lyrium in them, but the pattern was a perfect match.
You're still flawed, scarred, branded.
Anger was easy. Rage was comfortable to turn to, and he had sent the gem flying towards the wall of the room, hoping it would shatter; maybe release the illusion from his mind. It proved quite impossible, however, and it didn't matter how many times he threw the gem away. It somehow returned to him again, and it was more than a little disconcerting.
It made his skin crawl.
Whoever put him here weren't showing themselves, which had the elf even more on edge. He didn't like being alone. Not any more. Hawke had already been gone for a long time, and he didn't want to be trapped in this illusion when the mage came back.
He wanted to be free.
| date/time | Evening, April 19th
| location | Entrance
| rating | Some warnings of scars and abuse.
| summary | Fenris does not approve of this place.
The wooden floor of the tree was hard, the wall uneven and rough. Yet he still leaned to it, his lkarge green eyes following the bright light in the middle of the room as if it could give him any answers. He was tensed, uncomfortable all the way down to his core, and there had been no lies to avoid, no battle to fight.
Just a ray of light... and that gem.
Wings. A dream to some, an enhancement worthy of a magister, to conquer the skies the sky itself. Not to him. To Fenris, it was nothing but a joke, a cruel reminder from someone with lousy humor. He had been so disgusted, seething in silence at the mockery of those markings. There might be no lyrium in them, but the pattern was a perfect match.
You're still flawed, scarred, branded.
Anger was easy. Rage was comfortable to turn to, and he had sent the gem flying towards the wall of the room, hoping it would shatter; maybe release the illusion from his mind. It proved quite impossible, however, and it didn't matter how many times he threw the gem away. It somehow returned to him again, and it was more than a little disconcerting.
It made his skin crawl.
Whoever put him here weren't showing themselves, which had the elf even more on edge. He didn't like being alone. Not any more. Hawke had already been gone for a long time, and he didn't want to be trapped in this illusion when the mage came back.
He wanted to be free.
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[Rotten demons and the Burning Legion to start. Twisted magic that it was. All it ever did was cause destruction. It was a shame that she had seen people too easily be content with its use.]
You can't live in the bottom of the tree. I'm also fairly confident when I say that the walls on the inside are not climbable.
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[Why is he even arguing this? She was technically agreeing with him, but it seemed she thought only bad magic would stir demons.
It was more twisted than that. If it was the truth, far fewer mages would become abominations; even he, for all his mage prejudice saw that.
(It's still too much for him to think there are worlds that work differently.)
As for her other comment...]
I'll make due. There is water.
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[Her tone shifts temporarily to stern. Her people had been so gifted in magic back on the home world, long before the Legion showed their face. Her little sister, her dear little sister, was not a mage who could ever be swayed to using fel magic.
Her tone barely shifts away back to anything remotely casual. It's hard for her to be casual when someone was implying something like 'all magic leads to demons'.]
There's more suitable places to stay on other floors.
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[Mages.
He sighs, shifting his stance again and glancing upwards to follow the line of light. Everything here seemed engineered to force them into binding themselves into these magic things.
He had to find a way out.]
I'm sure there are. That is the point of temptation.
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She could explain things properly as best she knew them even if she was sure it all sounded like nonsense.]
What I mean is that demons are not attracted to mages alone. Magic is not the root of demons either. Stray demons may perhaps try to lure in a mage and twist their magic for their purpose but anyone can be tempted by power and become corrupted regardless of their talents. ...And if a possible bed is all the temptation this place has to offer it's not doing much in the way of tempting anyone.
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[His voice is surprisingly calm when he says this; he had been forced to hold back his opinions before, and he could deal with overly optimistic mages that thought they were above possession.
It was Anders all over again.]
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Fine. Although I do have one more question. No it doesn't relate to magic nor your own desire to avoid it and live down here for however long.
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[He's kind of irritated despite his outward calmness, but hecan entertain a last question from this... not-demon mage thing.]
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Have you ever heard anyone from your world mention the burning legion?
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No. I've never heard of that.
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[She sighs with one more flick of her tail. It isn't a sigh of relief but it does help explain a few things.]
Thank you for answering my questions.
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Two answers for two questions. That is fair.
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