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FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Hellion Damsel Herian Amsel
RECIPIENT: everyone with a crystal
WHAT: HONOUR!!!
WHEN: Backdated just a little, before the worst family vacation.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Info post. Herian's background includes themes of violence, torture and death, as well as discrimination and PTSD. While she will not in general be vocal about some of her own prejudices (against anti-Circle apostates and Dalish and nobles as some examples) it is very likely to come up in narrative and could come up in dialogue depending on interactions. Here is an opt out post if you'd rather certain things be avoided, or if you'd like to opt out of interactions with her in general.

( The voice is a unique one; perfectly clear and precise without being loud, soft-spoken without being in danger of losing itself to a gust of wind. It is markedly Starkhaven, tone measured and even and ever-respectful. She does not sound tired, or weak, simply controlled, as if that control is an easy thing, comfortable and well-worn. )

People of the Inquisition.

I fear I have waited overlong in making introductions. I came newly arrived to the Inquisition some months past— I am Herian Amsel, Enchanter of the White Spire, presently I serve amongst your ranks as Knight-Enchanter and member of the Mage Council.

My query is a matter of personal interest - an indulgence, mayhaps.

What means "honour" to you? What significance does it hold? What role have you crafted for it in your life?

Pray forgive me if you deem this an overstep; I simply have a mind to better acquaint myself with those about me, and with whom I share a common cause.

Comments

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From my experience, many prefer to believe and follow that which is easiest over that which is right. Bringing a mind to accept reality, reason and responsibility is not an easy feat. ( A moment of consideration. ) I have not the luxury of wondering. Matters must be seen to, there is no allowance for my lacking steel.

As a living creature from an alienage. As a half-breed in a home of elves, where humanity was akin to treachery. Some bemoan the state of mages as a tragedy, and aye, some have suffered keenly, but being a mage won me freedoms that never would have been afforded me otherwise. All who weep for the sake of mages universally are naive, and blinkered to reality.

[foxsays]

It isn't even reality to them though. Reality is…'you have always been hungry, why should I pay more for my luxuries that you might not be hungry' to them. What is the most maddening are the ones who know and can see, who might even wring their hands over it but will still wash them at the end of the day if they must give up too much. [Thedas is likely worse given that at least everyone is human at home, and trade does depend on the people going out and doing the hard jobs, often the dangerous jobs.] We are allowed allowed a moment to be human. [Ah, a moment to amend that for Thedas.] Or elven, elf-blooded, dwarven, variously associated to the Qun or not as it may be. To set the steel down for a moment and breathe and remember before we pick it back up again, sharpen the edges.

[Time to tread lightly, easier said than done at the moment when Herian comes out with that last part.] You're elf-blooded? [No judgement, just a repetition to check the facts because her head is still too full of nightmares than she would like.] I am sorry that this is a world where restrictions placed by others who think they are your betters are more keenly felt than elsewhere. If there is a thing that I would change, it would be that. That there would be a choice for those denied them, those sorely lacking in them. That they might make their voices heard without others putting words in them.