therookery | ( OPEN ) old nerd gets drunk and shakes a cane

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Iorveth
RECIPIENT: Errybody
WHAT: Ranting about the Divines and the likely continuation of systematic oppression
WHEN: nownownow
WHERE: Kirkwall alienage?
NOTES: idefk, i'm sorry

[ why hello there good friends. the voice you hear is the same snide grumble, but there's a slur to it, words spaced with the occasional gulp from what can be correctly assumed is a tankard of something that sure isn't water. aka, iorveth is shitfaced and getting his political rant on. ]

Divines. A farcical parade in just how ploughed the oppressed would like to be: moderately sullied but stocked enough in intoxicants to endure, or gathering up their young in the night to flee to the hills from the rallied masses? [ there's a snort, that turns into a snicker, that turns into another gulp of whatever he's chugging. don't drink and go on SJW rants, kids. ]

Much as the humans of my homeworld were conniving, cowardly worms, they were at least consistent enough to cheat the various religious sects in grabs for power as they did all others. Certainly, the feverishly devout, with their shrunken, diseased minds stuffed to the brim with fervent paranoia and prejudice could, and did, frolic about strapping dwarves, elves and whatever they could slap 'heretic' onto to pikes and burning them in the city square, but if the lord of the land found the stench disagreeable, the city guard could be sent down to disperse it.

Here, we're watching them puzzle over a woman that could proclaim our entire force abomination and cripple the effort to save the idiot masses that raise her to do so. There's only one of them I'd believe wouldn't look to stuffing our mages back into towers and crushing the non-humans further into the dirt, but her mind's rumored to be half-addled. Not that she's like to win, having radical opinions like 'perhaps we shouldn't be such arrogant, imperial twats', or 'maybe we should let the elves out of their mud-pens now and again', and 'do you think the mages might like us more if we didn't kidnap them and lock them in towers?'

[ a sigh, and iorveth seems to be winding down, the creak of wood signaling him lounging back. ]

Assuming the one we're stuck with isn't so daft as to take a bat to the Inquisition's kneecaps, the best we can hope for, on the civil end, is a... [ oh, we're fading, we're fading fast. ] Is a dra... Is...

[ aaaaand he passes right the fuck out before he can say something horrible like "let's hope a dragon swoops down and devours them all right after Corypheus bites it." Any replies will be answered some hours later, when his dumb ass wakes up hung over and confused. ]

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I feel it lacks the serious tone we seek to give this most serious of arguments.

We might save the yelling for after you drink the remedy.

[ there's another brief silence, interrupted by the sound of a tea mug being used to trace circles on a table top by the bottom edge. fake a heated argument with thranduil over the damn chantry. god, he doesn't want to do this. ]

Or I can get drunk again, pass out, and pretend I've forgotten it.

Or you can allow yourself to be distracted by the arguments of others.

[ gwen's in the room with him. gwen is usually never far from hand. ]

Iorveth, I would beg something of you.

I can live with that.

[ a beat, and he rubs a hand at his face before hazarding a guess. ]

'Don't drunkenly proclaim heresy in a public forum where you'll be expected to respond'?

You can handle yourself, Iorveth, of that I have no doubt. Do not make a fool of me on that.

I would have your trust through the next few years.

My trust...

[ he'd love to say thranduil has it unconditionally, because despite what terms they're under now, he still holds an incredible love for the man, but there were several actions and choices he'd taken to that had both iorveth and gwen crawling down his throat this past year.

they know they don't agree on politics and social strategy. they know there'll be more times they disagree. like he'd sworn he'd take the archon's head if he saw the chance, it's hard to promise that in good faith. ]

What are you planning to do?

Lie. A great deal of lying. More two-faced behavior and unsavory politics. The sort of thing you find distasteful.

All for the People, with as little blood spilt as possible. Thedas is wet enough from it already.

( audibly, but at a distance, through thranduil's crystal and not her own— )

Because it is distasteful.

( she can be led to see its necessity. however. )

I've yet to witness change come without blood. [ iorveth murmurs, but that's nothing new to any of them, just as the rest of this disagreement isn't.

but he knows thranduil, and iorveth knows he means well, even if he doesn't completely believe his strategy holds water. ]

I can't take to the politics with you, but you have my trust.

[ he sighs. they don't really have any options right now beyond 'just keep going', and he's very attached to the hair he has left, so that puts a damper on things. ]

Thank you.

[ and here's the space where he'd fuss more over iorveth if they were still in their little triangle. instead, he's probably going to go bother gwen until she sits with him. ]

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