Mass age Shepard

inquisitor-shepard

“You’re the Inquisitor?” she walked over to the man with a tilt of her head. There are two daggers hooked on the back of her dalish armor. “I got your letter. I’m Eloren. Eloren Mahariel.” 

Krem winced a bit, seeing the damage. He certainly hadn’t taken a beating like that recently, but he had that enough. And he knew it had to hurt. The man was taking it really well, all things considered. 

He took his time in using the poultice, rationing it out to where it would be most useful. It definitely gave enough relief. 

“Oh, right.” He said, lips twitching slightly. Guilt wasn’t good. Anything negative could always be problematic. “Why’s she guilty? We would’ve wound up in the middle of something anyway.”

“She has always been very apologetic, some circle mages become like that to cope with their situation. Assuming that everything is their fault,- because they are mages” it was the sad truth for some. Crumbling down by the system that was supposed to protect them but instead imprisoned them. 

Vesper snorts abruptly, almost bitterly laughing afterwards. They couldn’t go back - where would that get them? Nowhere. Going forward might get them nowhere, too, but at least it held the chance to progress.

“I guess we’re going through them then.” Normally she’d have asked if he had a preference, but she could already see his hand on his sword - that was a clear answer to an unspoken question. She mimics the gesture, gripping her own hilt firmly. “On your mark?” This would be interesting - they were outnumbered, and she was not sure how much power these mages might be packing. It was dangerous - exactly the situation she tried to avoid, but there was no way around it now.

It was a good thing they didn’t need many words to decide a tactic. All the years of training hadn’t worn off on them. “Now” he spoke not to hard, hand pulling out his sword while the other catched the massive weight. 

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The giant of a man had to chuckle slightly, trying to get the best mood he could in the situation. But it did not last for long. he held his hand out gesturing for her to stop before they turned the corner. 

“Rebel mages” he spoke soft, though he probably didn’t need to tell her that. If she had any bit of templar left in her, she would have known already.

As they had continued forward, she had grown uneasy - there was a burning itch across her skin as she sense the mages drawing closer, and she had been just about to speak up about it when her companion spoke first.

“Maybe they’ll be in a good mood?” Vesper took a deep breath in and it rushed out as a heavy sigh - she would be surprised if no confrontation came out of this situation. “I can’t tell how many there are, but… If we’re too outnumbered, it’d be in our best interest to find a quiet way around them.” They could likely stand up to a small handful of mages, but more than that would be a real struggle.

He gave a short nod to his fellow warrior. A way around sounded like a good plan. His eyes searched around, trees, some bushes and lot of open space. Not a very good hiding spot for the two. Atleast they could half hide behind this stonewall for now. Maker knows of what it once was, some old ruin that no longer stood here aside some bricks. “It’s back, or go through them” 

Eyes were wide as she simply sat in shock before pulling herself back from the bow her body had been in. Indeed, she had simply run into another body, human. Noble looking from the details on his shirt, now quite muddy, as were her own clothes. Mud was not much of a different color regardless of what she wore.

“Y-yes, ser.” She scrambled to pick up everything. Quickly, always quickly. It wasn’t long before everything was picked up. Just normal supplies, she noted. Which she found odd that it wasn’t a fellow elf carrying such things. “Oh I’m really sorry, ser!”

His eyes looked away a second, wondering if he should feel sorry for her or not. He had ofcourse encountered elves before, just like her they preferred to keep the human contact to a minimum. Staying polite and bowing the moments they had the interaction. 

Krem sighed and watched the templar go off to handle his business. It was an interesting dynamic, he had to admit. Everyone was already tense, so there was nothing particularly surprising about that element there. Even the Chargers were like that for the moment–though he imagined it would be eased out soon enough. Beyond that, though, he could see some potential. They were looking at each other like allies on the same level, something that was rare among most groups they encountered. It was refreshing. 

“Alright. We can make camp nearby, if need be. Here is … not a good spot.” One of the boys signaled to him, and he nodded in response. “There are plenty of places for cover nearby.”

He blinked and simply stared at the poultice for a minute. That was … unexpected. “Thank you.” He took it with a smile.”

With a swift movement John removed his own gauntlet, dropping the gear that had covered his arm. Or what was left of the armor parts, it had suffered damage as he had thrown himself between several fights as a shield. It would have been a good move if he actually had a shield, but his weapon was a two-handed sword. John applied the other poultice to himself. Weird how a small bottle with liquid could feel so good. The wounds rapidly healed itself leaving only a bruise behind. Atleast he could easily go on with just some bruises. Once finished he covered his skin up again with the armor. 

It was warm, the late spring just on the borderline of perfect and too warm. Days were long enough that most let their children play around when possible. There seemed to be an air of general content this year with the promise of good harvest. Everyone worked hard including Sparrow. But her chores were done and she simply ran around enjoying the sunshine.

The Alienage was not quite the best place to be but the little elf could at least sneak around a little bit. Maybe, it was, until she ran into someone. The larger body knocked her down and near instinct drove her to apologize. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left the alienage!”

It wasn’t often that John got the chance to visit the city of Denerim. A gigantic city that could easily become a maze for the ones unknown to the area. And so it did to John, lost within the big city halls carrying around a crate with picked up supplies. 

⌘: Mage/Templar Conflict

✟:The Chantry

☦: The Qun

☾: Dalish Elves

⌀: City Elves

✠: Humans

♕: Nobility(Human or Dwarven, any kind of Nobility)

♟: Casteless Dwarves

☤: Blood Magic

✃: People of mixed blood

❦: LGBTA+ Issues

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Krem nodded. He wasn't big on the thought of someone going rogue; a demon in one place meant a risk for every other mage in the immediate area. Krem would have to keep their mages at a distance, just in case. Best to have them out fast if things went bad. 

“You can’t, and the boys will.” Despite how harsh the words were, Krem said it with kindness. He hoped it wouldn’t happen, but he knew it would be a mercy to take them out instead of having someone around with their face doing awful things. “If we’re lucky, it won’t happen.”

John shook his head, he couldn’t accept that. He wouldn’t let these chargers handle his sacred duty. “I’ll be back soon,” It didn’t take him very long to pass on the news to his entourage. Short idle conversation was made with a smile. But anyone could see that those smiles masked so much sadness. The grieving of all those that had fallen already. 

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The warrior crossed his arm thinking about it. They didn’t have a lot of money so paying the regular hiring fee was out of question. “Atleast let us accompany you to your next destination. The healers can help the wounded and they can stand their own in a fight.” He was more afraid of what would happen after the chargers left. They were still in the wilds and the nearest village would still be a two days hike away. So the safest way woul be to travel with them. Proving atleast they were worth some aswell.

Krem frowned, considering that a bit. Having mages around was dangerous, he knew that much. The Chargers didn’t really have any problems with it, but he knew for sure that Southern mages tended to be a bit jumpy. Jumpy in the way that they could be turned demony at the turn of a copper. 

“Maybe on … probation.” He muttered, shifting and glancing over at Bull. Demon things were always a problem with him. “Lots of mages in one place can be trouble. No sign of demons, and you can tail along till the next village. Should be … three days till we get there anyway.”

"Unfortunate that’s very true" perhaps that was one of the reasons the circle collapsed in the first place. Trying to bottle up a problem turning it into a bomb instead waiting to explode. All he could do was pray to the maker one of the current mages of the group wouldn't snap.

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“It was waiting to happen” they should have seen the signs. The crumbling of their order. But the real question was could they have prevented it. Probably not, the problem was bigger then just solving it one place at a time. “All I wanna do is just survive this ordeal…with all my arms and legs intact” 

He wasn’t wrong, she knew - she had encountered some mage’s that certainly needed stricter rules, but for the majority, it had gone too far. “Simple goals, I can respect that.” although things had taken an abrupt turn for the worse with the events leading them up to this point. “If things get too out of control, I’d even style for three of for limbs, really.” Survival was always the primary goal of course, and this situation was no different…. Slightly more dangerous perhaps, but otherwise the same.

The giant of a man had to chuckle slightly, trying to get the best mood he could in the situation. But it did not last for long. he held his hand out gesturing for her to stop before they turned the corner. 

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Even if his back was turned towards her, you could see from the small movements in his body that he had to laugh a bit. “That would be nice, but don’t get your hopes up. Got a weird feeling about this place” At times it seemed to quiet even if the birds were still happily chirping around. Mixed with the occasional bear roar in the distant, telling them they probably shouldn’t go that way.

“Hope is all we have when it comes to such luxuries,” she answers, a heavy sigh following suit. “I suppose by now I should be happy to find water anywhere that isn’t full of mud and debris.” They went on for some time in nothing but comfortable silence - minus the distant grumbles of animals she didn’t particularly want to meet - before Vesper broke the silence. “What’ya think’ll happen with this whole Mage-versus-Templar thing anyway? I can’t imagine we can really fix any of it. Not peacefully, at least.”

“Don’t let him hear that.” Krem said, laughing lightly. “He won’t let anyone think he’s soft.” A lot of it was bluster, and they all knew that, but it was better t keep up appearances. Much better, really. 

“We’re generally pretty expensive.” He muttered, glancing over at Bull, who was now checking on the men and making sure all of their supplies were still intact. They would lose a bit of profit if they had to restock. Though he didn’t imagine they’d leave the mages and the ex-templar to starve. “Just think of it as … us taking care of something that would be in our way anyway. We just happened to help you.”