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]

Four years, Brother--but we remained with the wreckage for three of them, our templars and those of us still loyal to the Chantry. Until we couldn't remain in Hasmal for the city's fear of what we might do, and Knight-Commander Brycen sent for help from the Inquisition.

[Yet it is a gift, Myr doesn't say, but inclines his head in the face of Deacon's rebuke: acknowledged.] And I may indeed treat it more lightly than it deserves, for we live with it near to hand in the Circles and spend our lives immersed in it. Knowing that fear is justified, [somewhat,] and knowing how best to act to ease it--are two different things. I do not always get the latter right, in my enthusiasm.

[He will not cavil and pretend he is other than what he is; he will not go back to that scared boy who nearly let the idea the Maker had cursed him consume him. That isn't who Iolan Shivana raised his son to be.

But there's also no sense in alienating someone who speaks the words his own heart has often uttered; though what they each define as rot in the Chantry differs greatly on important points, Myr suspects. But it's enough on other points to hear that much said plainly.

Soft, then,] The Inquisition took the rebel mages in and any templars who would come to them, and thus we all were spared the war they'd started. I'm ever-mindful of those who weren't given so much.

[But ah, then, to the matter of rifters-- He visibly hesitates when Deacon said we have no proof; because it isn't true. And he doesn't know what or how much he should say of the truth, only that it is there to be had--anyone might speak of what had happened during the rifter plague; their own records contain word of it--and is it falsity to not point someone to it?

Attack the other point first. Don't make a mistake for want of careful thought on what you do and don't owe this man.]

Their gods have left them. [Six, saying her god's voice was silent and yet she prayed anyway.] They aren't be found within the Fade; so much couldn't be said for the Old Gods or the demons or any other foul thing men have worshipped and would part the Veil for. But-- [breath in, breath out,] I take your caution, Brother.

[wroughtamiss]

Hasmal. [In the Marches though that never necessarily dictates where someone came from in the first place. But time out of the Circle is still time out of the Circle where a mage is more vulnerable to the world, and a man doesn't have to be a Templar to know the havoc one is capable of wreaking when they fall prey to influence.

There was the war, after all, as discussed.]

You might meditate in addition to prayer. True meditation. No thoughts encroaching, the body and mind entirely stilled to allow much to be wiped clean from the slate when it passes to leave with a different measure of peace than prayer. Enthusiasm untempered is a dangerous thing for any when it leads one astray; how many injuries did any of us have in our childhood from too much of that, too little sense then to know better what came of it? [More an abstract for him. Everything owed to the Chantry, enthusiasm portioned appropriately that it might be given to those deserving of it with what was left for Deacon a slice that said this much we believe is right for you, enjoy your free time but remember, always remember this is what we who give you life have given you and perhaps a good reminder for some.

That he had Abigail with him though--]

The Templars require reminder of their duties likewise, the Chantry has stood so long, the Chantry took in many who saw the brunt of it though the Free Marches fortunately weren't the Hinterlands and the letters we received from there. Perhaps we might one day write sins as should be written by all souls who belong to the Chantry, I'm certain even the Gallows might spare a brazier in these times.

[Tradition. Reminders. Let them turn to that as he straightens and passes a hand over his face, sighing heavily.]

Do you know that for certain Myrobalan? Or are you taking their word for it.

[faithlikeaseed]

[How many injuries did any of us have, Deacon asks, and Myr makes a quiet noise between a snort and a half-hearted laugh. Too many, in his case; he knows his own weakness here, though he has long had the luxury--kept in a Circle under templar guard--of not dealing with it.

No longer. Whatever advice might exist on the matter is welcome.] Thank you. I will make the effort at it; we've all need enough for whatever peace we can get.

[Braziers, and sins, and wayward templars. Another way of finding peace, to see all one's wrongs erased in flame and remitted.] Observing our faith more openly, [thoughtful,] would be a good example for those who wonder what it is we defend and have only the worst stories to go on.

[He tips his head at Deacon's question, as if he would spend a moment considering it from all sides as he has the others, but this is an easier answer--] I take them at their word; but they are so often at odds I'd think one of them would have broken any conspiracy they'd forged out of sheer spite and told us if they did hear things whispering to them. Or one of the ones who trusts so completely, [it does not show in his voice but he aches that they do, and that their trust is inevitably betrayed,] that the world means them only good might say something amiss. You've heard them.