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[foxsays]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Araceli Bonaventura
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Informing folks about the situation in Rivain and requesting help to go save them
WHEN: Early Solace 13th
WHERE: Dairsmuid
NOTES: This post is for the people going to Dairsmuid to sign up but so everyone knows what is going on and so they can react, offer advice/opinions/discuss it amongst themselves! OOC posts are here and here

Inquisition, this is Araceli Bonaventura, I could use your assistance. [Araceli rarely makes public sending crystals broadcasts herself but usually she's upbeat, she's teasing, she sounds like the life and soul of the party. Not so at the moment.] I'm in Rivain, Dairsmuid to be precise, where I've been studying. A matter was brought to my attention while I was here, meeting with a few people curious about the Inquisition - they have heard things, gossip brought by sailors you understand, but well I have been here since Harvestmere last year so I was able to give a more accurate recounting. [Sometimes an Araceli is always an Araceli however, and a scene must be set, even when her voice is wavering, when unseen her nails are digging ugly crescents into her palms as her voice carries above the hustle and bustle behind her.]

I was given the journal of First Enchanter Rivella, smuggled out of Dairsmuid by survivors of the… [her voice falters, she knew the word before from people here but well, it's much more fresh in her mind after living in their camp] of the annulment there. Not all were slain entirely by the forces the Chantry sent but there are Templars still here, rogues, given how so many are working with the Inquisition now.   These Templars would see the survivors dead, the survivors and those trying to keep them safe would see them somewhere they might have a future.  [No prizes for guessing where that future might be.]  I include myself in wishing better for them, I am sure many of you do as well.

Sirena, I would have you with me on this. You know Rivain and you're on the Mage Council, it would be a great help. But I need more than that. A small number to take ship since I can arrange that for you to come meet me in Dairsmuid before we go travel to their camp to speak with them and plan how best to get them to Dairsmuid and to the ship. To anyone else, whatever advice you might offer, I will be here to listen to it. Please, these people are desperate, and they have suffered so much already. I would see that ended as soon as possible that they might start to put this nightmare behind them.

I await with gratitude.

[help me obi juan whoever the fuck you are you're my only ho]

Comments

[extramural]

Supposedly, [ he adds again. There is bitterness in his own voice, though just a bit -- enough that he sounds less monotone, more engaged. ]

I have never had any love for those that abuse their power. If they want to fear what they do not understand, they may fear me. [ At least in those few moments before they're dead. ]

[foxsays]

What better way to do it than to burn it all and start again? [It's a struggle to keep the tears out of her voice. After all, she's still at the camp with the mages and their loved ones, someone has to try to be strong for all of them when they're promising help.]

Bring that to Dairsmuid with you then with everyone else that's coming, should we encounter trouble along the way.

[extramural]

Perhaps warn the mages as well -- with tensions so high, I would prefer it if those we come to help do not attempt to kill me.

[ It may have escaped your notice, Araceli, but some people find him Creepy. ]

[foxsays]

I can do that, I won't see anyone come to harm, and certainly not you.

[But you're one of her very favourites, how dare they. (Minus these mages because circumstances.)]

[extramural]

My thanks.

[ There's no accounting for taste. ]