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]

[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.