crystal

[wroughtamiss]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Deacon and Myrobalan
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Confess your weird magic Inquisition
WHEN: Throughout the month
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES:
HERE is the survey sheet if you want to just fill it out that way. HERE are the assignment details. Also if you've got a rifter and/or a non-loyalist mage who'd like to be part of this please PM Deacon's journal and we'll sort it since they'd include one of each to try to get better coverage.
There's the option to self-report via npc if your character wouldn't but you'd like to. If you'd like to report on other characters please check with that player first but I know we got spies and shady folks and that's fun but let's make it fun for everyone!

Greetings Inquisition. In light of the negotiations some of your number participated in there are of course promises to be upheld on the Inquisition's end. Namely concerning magic or abilities those among you called rifters possess not native to Thedas as well as magic outside the Circle.

If you'd complete this survey, you'd have our gratitude. If you will have it, you'll have the Chantry's gratitude too: I needn't have to tell you the importance of not sitting idle, all of you.

We'll be available if you'd rather do this in person but copies of the survey are available in the Chantry Relations office.

As with the medical surveys and the information we’re keeping on the shardbearers, this will be maintained--and transferred to the Chantry--under a cipher. If you’ve further concerns about what might be done with what we’ve gathered, [and Myr’s tone says he very well knows there will be,] I’d ask you bring them to me as the new head of Chantry Relations.

[Not for him this whole formal announcement stuff; or, more likely, he’s had too much on his mind to make one. Nevertheless, a splinter of his usual humor:] I’ll be with the surveys in the office.

Comments

[faithlikeaseed]

[And the part of that not fit for all the Inquisition's ears having been said, he resumes the conversation where it can be heard,]

Right--right. And even with demons along it's hard to get hold of those things without convincing people to give them to you. So a would-be despot at worst and there's cells for those.

[rathercommon]

Yeah.

[ Guess she'd convinced him of the danger of magicians. Good. ]

But the real risk would be them spreading their knowledge. I can imagine others who'd like to know about those sorts of techniques, right? There are people like that?

[faithlikeaseed]

[She'd won the game already by bringing up Tevinter; it's got an almost talismanic property with some folks, Myr among them.

Even if he should know better, half-Vint he is.

A breath out like a laugh.]

There are people who like the things most people do--money, fame, power. If someone told them they could get them by speaking to demons-- Most Maker-fearing folk would know better, we've stories of it, but there's always some who'd try. Especially if they didn't need a bargain or a mage as intercessor.

And I s'pose your magicians aren't the only ones who get their power other than being born with it, who might try and teach what they know. So--

[So. They keep their eyes open.]

[rathercommon]

Yeah.

[ But - well. She feels an odd little prick of conscience. ]

But it - wouldn't be right just to lock them away without question, either.

[faithlikeaseed]

[Fervently,] It wouldn't. And Maker forfend, we won't--but we'll know what to watch for from our new rifters.

Might be a question worth asking when they arrive. Would you recognize magicians from your own world on sight?

[rathercommon]

[ A little huff, halfway to a laugh. ]

If a magician from my world shows up, everyone will know.

[faithlikeaseed]

Not the quiet, skulking sort, huh? [Like magisters for true, then.]

[rathercommon]

More like the, "here I am, so grand and amazing and powerful, go on and bow down before me" types. If someone's aiming a kick at you for not getting out of their way quick enough, they're probably a magician.

[faithlikeaseed]

Maker be praised; we'll know 'em on sight then unless they land in Tevinter.

[In which case they're screwed for a multitude of reasons, but no need to dwell on that happy thought.]

[rathercommon]

[ A little snort. ]

Now, that's a thought. I expect they'd end up dead there, too, though - Tevinter probably doesn't take kindly to foreign upstarts, magical or no.

[faithlikeaseed]

Native upstarts, either, unless one's the good fortune to be born an altus mage and do the right kind of upstarting. [Is that even a verb? Who cares.]

It's one instant we can be thankful for that peculiar property of northern society, [though what's social mobility in the south, either, for an elven mage.]