crystal.

[cozen]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Bastien
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Fictional war crime discussion! Probably mostly vague here, will use CWs if anything gets specific.

A quick note: we are going to be looking into the allegations that the Chantry's forces were overzealous with civilians in Tevinter. I am coordinating this for now. While we are out and about in Tevinter, if you hear anything about it, let me know. Even if they are only rumors and sound outlandish. And if it does not jeopardize anything else to ask people for more information, then by all means.

If this is something you would like to help more with on an ongoing basis, let me know. We're calling it Project Clothilde.

Comments

[elegiaque]

Well, you have named the project after me, ( she is not under the impression that was actually done on purpose, ) it would be rude of me not to get involved.

[cozen]

I have always thought having more than two names was greedy. That is why I only have one—I had to balance out someone with three.

[elegiaque]

Mmmm, in retrospect, the seven does seem like overzealous at minimum.

[cozen]

There’s five people who can never pass on a family name, because if you.

Or five people who only have the family name, and they have to be called de Fontenay the shorter and de Fontenay the blonder.

Or two and a half people without any name at all.

[bouchonne]

[ ah yes famously one-named Bastien, who definitely has no other names at all. ]

[cozen]

[ that's right ]

private;

[dissolving]

When y'say overzealous, what're we looking for?

[ specifically. he has an idea (or three) ]

forever

[cozen]

The Tevinters we spoke to near the front had heard a lot about villages being destroyed and noncombatants being killed. None of them had been witnesses to any of it personally.

But it would have been soon after Sebastian Vael was lost.

[ That he isn’t asking direct questions is good manners. Temporary ones. ]

[dissolving]

Around Trevis. [ silence stretches, long enough for its own answer. eventually: ] A lot got burned.

[ villages, witnesses. maybe there's no reason to be careful now. vanya knows, ellie did — strange to choke on his tongue, when it's been trying so long to crawl out his jaw. ]

[ipseite]

I would be most interested in facilitating that work on said ongoing basis, if I can be of assistance — I'm more than happy to make it particular focus while in Tevinter.

[cozen]

J'apprécie. You're on my list.

[ipseite]

I will make myself available.

[dashing]

I used to lead Chantry Relations, some years ago, and worked with the Chantry until recently.

My Tranquility might make me an impractical assistant in the field, however, my knowledge may yet be of use.

[cozen]

Of course it would be, Mlle Amsel. I would appreciate it. Do you have any contacts involved in logistics of the March who might talk to us about this without telling everyone else we came to them?

private

[bouchonne]

I suppose this will make me sound like a terrible naif, but - when they first announced the March, I truly thought it would be a good thing. Andraste’s sword, coming down on the deserving - and only the deserving.

forever!

[cozen]

Naif.

[ Affectionately. ]

It was nice that they had gotten some shit together. It still is. We are not an army. We can't do everything.

[bouchonne]

Often for worse, sometimes for better. Not that most of us would do that.

[overharrowed]

I'm interested in this in an ongoing capacity.

[Anyone who'd had access to his report about what he saw in the Silent Plains last year is hardly going to be surprised, given that report's tone.]

[cozen]

Fantastique. You are on the list, and it is binding.

[altusimperius]

I'll assist in whatever capacity I can.

[cozen]

Thanks, Benedict.

[ Nearly all he says; he's just making a list of people to bother when the need arises. Call into strategy sessions. That kind of thing. But— ]

Do you feel kinship with them? The people in the southern villages–would you have cared much what happened to them, as a young mage in Minrathous?

[altusimperius]

I,

[mm,]

no. I can't say I'd have ever spared a thought for them.

private;

[sumptus]

[ Only a little like pulling teeth— ]

Which part of the front?

forever!

[cozen]

What we heard came out of the push into Tevinter. Southwest of the Silent Plains, at least as far north as Trevis.

[sumptus]

I know the area.

[ —sounds like the front edge of an offer, but not for nothing. ]

You planning to do anything about it, if the rumors are true?