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The night of the eighth of Kingsway in Zann's eighteenth year, she sneaks out of her room and knocks on the door of Metella's quarters. And knocks again. And keeps knocking until the door is opened.
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Greagoir growls. "Jahenna, be reasonable. You know as well as I the danger posed by maleficarum. Let me do my-"
"Are you familiar with the Right of Conscription?"
Veins are beginning to stand out on Greagoir's neck. "You conscripted a malefi-"
"Yes. You're aware that there's a Blight on, right? The idea of having someone around who could boil the blood in the Darkspawn's veins is quite appealing."
Greagoir snarls in impotent fury.
"Are you familiar with the Right of Conscription?"
Veins are beginning to stand out on Greagoir's neck. "You conscripted a malefi-"
"Yes. You're aware that there's a Blight on, right? The idea of having someone around who could boil the blood in the Darkspawn's veins is quite appealing."
Greagoir snarls in impotent fury.
suffer-not
Zann sticks out her tongue at Greagoir.
Greagoir takes offense. He begins to draw his sword-
Greagoir takes offense. He begins to draw his sword-
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-and abruptly has a much larger sword at his throat.
"I'd recommend you back out while you can, Knight-Captain."
His sword slowly returns to its sheath.
"Good idea. Go back to your cave. My recruit and I will be on our way to Ostagar in half an hour. Hopefully, you'll never see her again. Or either of us, really."
"I'd recommend you back out while you can, Knight-Captain."
His sword slowly returns to its sheath.
"Good idea. Go back to your cave. My recruit and I will be on our way to Ostagar in half an hour. Hopefully, you'll never see her again. Or either of us, really."
iwillgetyou
Metella certainly wouldn't dream of saying anything at all right now.
Neither would Irving.
Neither would Irving.
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Greagoir turns stiffly and stalks out of the room, followed by his Templars.
Jahenna puts her sword back in its sheath. "Now can I get some damned breakfast before I have to haul a maleficar to the warcamp? Or is the most noble First Enchanter going to abruptly demonstrate the ability to speak?"
Jahenna puts her sword back in its sheath. "Now can I get some damned breakfast before I have to haul a maleficar to the warcamp? Or is the most noble First Enchanter going to abruptly demonstrate the ability to speak?"
iwillgetyou
Once there are no templars remaining in the room, Irving clears his throat.
"I'm sure no one will object if you have breakfast before you leave," he says.
Metella smiles slightly.
"I'm sure no one will object if you have breakfast before you leave," he says.
Metella smiles slightly.
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Jahenna returns, with vast quantities of bacon.
"I don't want anyone to get the impression that I didn't enjoy threatening Greg's life, because I've wanted to do that since I was twelve years old, but we do probably need to discuss the fact that you had me recruit a blood mage. Namely, what the fuck."
"I don't want anyone to get the impression that I didn't enjoy threatening Greg's life, because I've wanted to do that since I was twelve years old, but we do probably need to discuss the fact that you had me recruit a blood mage. Namely, what the fuck."
iwillgetyou
"You wanted a recruit. I had someone who needed recruiting. She'll be good at it. I thought it was a very elegant solution."
suffer-not
"I don't do the mind control shit, just the blood-boiling etcetera. I can learn it if you want me to, though, it sounds really cool."
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"The Wardens have a reputation to- wow, I almost actually said that sentence, huh. You're sure she's not evil?"
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