RP: Daylen

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Neria considered herself a well-versed person regarding magic and other things that interested her in personal level, so she was very impressed with the rare books she found in the underground library, place where everything had started for her. She had used some quick, simple spells to clean a bit of the dust covering the entire place and brought along a teapot with fresh made tea to help her through her studies. Things were calm again in Skyhold and meeting Alistair after a long time separated had refreshed her energy and mind, providing the perfect occasion to deepen some parts of her research about the Cure.

She was sitting with her back turned to the door, several books and parchments in front of her, quill on her right hand making notes while the index finger of the left hand travelled from line to line, word to word, aiding her eyes to highlight important things. The woman was barefeet, boots dropped on the floor, feet caressing Jäger's belly, the powerful and mighty mabari lying under the table, snoring like there was no tomorrow.

Private Character Introduction: Meredith Stannard

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Kirkwall was falling to pieces.

Meredith sighed, safe in the privacy of her office. No one to sniff at her, tut over her, or make sly little comments about how tired she looked. Never mind that her Templars were still helping the Guards pull bodies out of collapsed Darktown hovels. Never mind that the sight of the docks going up in flames had sent two apprentices into such fits of terror that the resulting abominations had taken three Knight-Lieutenants and their respective squads of recruits to subdue.

She marked a note in her personal ledger to promote the four surviving recruits at the Chantry services tomorrow for the mages and Tranquil who had not been so lucky.

And certainly, never mind that she'd been forced to appease those melodramatic fools the Ox-Men had corralled in the Viscount's throne room, and had bestowed the title of Champion of the City on a half-dead Dog-Lord criminal, who was like as not to let the Blood Mages run rampant through the streets.

Meredith inhaled deeply and squared her shoulders. Her troubles, Kirkwall's troubles would not be solved sitting and stewing in a bureaucratic nightmare. Action was needed, as always, to pull together the squabbling children that composed the City of Chains' nobility.

She pulled Certainty from it's place of honour atop her sword stand. A red shimmer seemed to run through the blade as the sun glinted over it, and she could feel it's ancient, righteous power settle into place just under her heart. A small smile curled at her lips as Meredith considered it's edge and, deeming it acceptably sharp, sheathed Certainty over her shoulder.

Elthina first, she decided. Of anyone, the Grand Cleric would understand the need to delay the appointment of a new Viscount. Time would be needed to consider all options, and with the city still reeling from the Qunari's brutal attack, the hasty appointment of some perspicuous noble could be far more dangerous than having no Viscount at all.

She had just put her hand on her door when she felt it. Gone in an instant, but she was sure it had been magic. Her Holy Smite cracked the door in it's frame just as the sound of windows shattering hit her ears, and it knocked her sideways into-

A balcony?

Certainty was in her hands, and Meredith turned slowly. A balcony indeed, coming out from a finely appointed bedroom. She couldn't hear anything, neither people nor birds nor insects. The air was dry, and when she looked up... well.

Meredith sighed, rather than curse. Whatever mage had transported her to this strange fortress probably thought themselves clever.

When she was through with them, their parents would regret being born.

Public Entry

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I never did like keeping a journal.

RP: Alistair (fereldans_king) (NSFW content down the thread)

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The day had dragged on, colder and bleaker and emptier, and every instinct Daylen had told him to find Alistair again. Stubbornness kept him from doing so.

It wasn't until after he'd awoken from a nap with a strangled shout in an armchair in the library window that he'd returned to the room they'd spent the night.

He opened the door too hard, sweat wet on his forehead, panting from having run halfway there. He stepped in, noticed the tub was emptied, things were tidied, the bed was made, all of those things but the man himself? Not.

Idiot. Daylen knuckled his forehead, closing his eyes and listening to the pull, the tug inside him. He was nearby at least and he could follow it if he could settle himself down enough. Which was hard with the images of the demons toying with Alistair flashing behind his eyelids.

Public Entry

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Greetings. I am Knight-Commander Meredith of the Circle of Kirkwall.

From what I have read in this enchanted book, it would seem that we have all been drawn here by magic of an unknown origin. I don't imagine any of you are the type to panic, so I ask only that any mages who are unharrowed or feel themselves at risk of possession present themselves to me for their own protection.

I shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the Fade
For there is no darkness, nor death either, in the Maker's Light
And nothing that He has wrought shall be lost.
The Canticle of Trials, 1:14

( Cullen )