idk my bff minor vandalism

[aenseidhe]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Iorveth
RECIPIENT: All erry1
WHAT: Reacting to this, specifically the part about Rifter phylactaries.
WHEN: Right meow.
WHERE: Kirkwall, the Gallows announcement board
NOTES: Rudeness and vandalism. Open to crystal chatting and action!! Though he'll be storming off pretty fast after this.

[ For a long several moments, silence broadcasts over the crystal, Iorveth having just activated it after reading the announcement on negotiations results posted, lost for words. When they do come, it's like they're being spoken through a snarl. ]

You left to end the blood leashing.

Not push it off on the next lesser group.

[ there is a deafening thud that sounds before Iorveth's voice goes out, and anyone physically standing by the Gallows announcement board will have just witnessed Iorveth pull a dagger (with at least a foot worth of blade on it) free, and slam it through the notice and into the board, metal and splinters jutting out the opposite side, before walking away.

He mad. (And he'll come fix the board later, leave him alone) ]

Comments

private ;

[aenseidhe]

Some wars you fight for the integrity of it, not the guarantee of victory.

[ his was a losing war as well, but better die standing than live with a boot to his back, face in the mud. but even Iorveth knew different tactics were needed to save his people. Kostos is right in that they have too little advantage to just throw themselves at templar shields. ]

Your mages need to learn archery. And probably acquire armor that's thicker than dresses.

[ there's several thoughts that run through his head - dalish are good archers, dalish have melee warriors, city elves are blank books waiting to be filled with combat training. nothing that ought to be mentioned right now, but perhaps later. if anyone's willing to attempt a loss for freedom. ]

There are more ways to fight a war than broadswords and fireballs across a field. Regardless, I don't intend this to reach that point.

private ;

[exequy]

[ The only immediate response is a vague huffing noise. Agreement, maybe. Equally possibly it's skepticism.

Less immediately, after a day or two to identify which rifter exactly he'd been speaking to and where that rifter stays, Kostos leaves a tattered book wrapped in throwaway cloth outside his door—a detailed and Chantry-sanctioned account of each time the Right of Annullment has been invoked, with its dispassionate accounts of the executed broken down to clarify how many were enchanters, mages, adolescent apprentices, totaling far more than thirty-eight, and the justification each time being demons, forbidden magic, demons, demons.

Just so he knows what world he's dealing with. ]

[aenseidhe]

[ the room iorveth keeps in the templar tower is more a means of storage than frequent housing, given the man often sleeps in trees, rooftops or hiding places instead, but he does come to find it some days later.

The information is appreciated, as all information is to him. High spirits are useful and powerful, but making a success from the position of an outnumbered and under supplied group takes much, much more than a few pissed off people.

But, if he was willing to burn down guard barracks, have ferry assassins to cut of kings' heads, and place soldiers heads on pikes around a forest with only 100 men at his back, against armies in the thousands, a history of injustice and heinous executions won't dissuade him.

Especially not when it goes to prove a point - executed mages have immediately ready and guaranteed replacements. The total of 37 rifters in Thedas do not. Not until another rift crops up fortunate enough to spit out more. He's hoping they'll be able to make use of that. ]