CLOSED | C is for Chantry Relations

[limier]

FORM: sendin' crystal

SENDER: wren coupe
RECIPIENT: chantry relations project members
WHAT: check-in, discussion, planning
WHEN: some time this month when not everything's on fire
WHERE: n/a
NOTES: the comments have headings, please feel free to also just post generally or to make your own! ♥

This is Coupe.

[ there are new faces; it bears repeating ]


We’ve received the latest dispatches, including words collected of ranking clergy. You will find a copy of these — and of Brother Jehan’s report from Orlais — within the office. 

I ask your thoughts, and your priorities of each. We need look to the year ahead.

The theological status of Rifters will only gain controversy, as we draw closer to a new Divine. I needn’t state the importance of not aggravating matters within Kirkwall. 

[ but like, she just did anyway. so, ]

The Inquisition has offered the Rifters her protection; our fates are necessarily tied. If you’ve questions regarding them, I encourage you to speak with myself or another member of this project, rather than in public forum.

Last: I have received a disturbing report of Venatori action against the Tranquil. Contact me privately, if you would lend aid.

 

Comments

[galvanising]

How was the forest created? I've heard strange stories.

[paladingus]

Some sort of Dalish magic, so the controversy's understandable, but it's still harmless for all that and the lady who made it meant well. It'd be an awful shame to lose it now.

[hi Kaisa, please don't mind the templar butting in 15 minutes late with Starbucks.]

[unbrokenoath]

[ no prob bob ]

And the girl that did it is, like. Dying or something. So, I don't know, it feels weird to try mowing it down.

[galvanising]

One dying girl grew an entire forest overnight with Dalish magic?

[paladingus]

So she claims. I didn't know she was in such a bad way, though; that's a shame.

She may well have had help, but it was her idea, and she's taken on all the blame that followed.

[limier]

She'd two accomplices; a group ritual. The presence of an anchor shard likely contributed.

[ and not you know the blood ]