Apr 2, 2017
@blightfated
“You know, come to think of it, I’ve never asked you how your life had been in the circle.” The chantry painted a certain picture of circle life and mages for their recruits, ridged as their ideals were, and his curiosity had been growing since they visited the tower. Demons, abominations, and of course, how could anyone ever forget, blood mages, running rampant on each and every floor. A templar’s nightmare brought to life, but everyone caught inside suffered. How could it go downhill that fast?
