Dragon Age (recruiting again, started)

[Sir Strange Of The House Lycan]

Sevink sat down and started to tap his foot.His belly growled fiercely as he looked around feverishly,he was becoming pale and his face was thinning.He started to gnaw feebly at assorted plants and trees,to no avail.He sat down once more and began to clean his sword,hoping it'd take his mind off the hunger that plagued him fiercely.It was painful,to say the least.

 

[Darth Caelum]

Allister walked into the Interior of the castle and decided that this was one heavily guarded Mother FUCKER. Of course, being manned by some of the most powerful and, he assumed, ruthless men and women in the known world also had something to do with it. Allister looked at the men and women in the Castle, more specifically the Mages. "What I would Give......What I would give to have THAT kind of power. The Power that they wield must be.....Incredible.....Epic.....I must have it. I must learn from them their strength. Their Knowledge, their LIBRARIES! I can only imagine......"

He looked at his hands. They were thin and dextrous, but scarred with the slashes and stabs of his knife, back in the early days when he still used his own blood supply. He then looked at the mages. Confident in their Power. He knew that their power easily outstripped his. He looked at them again, this time with Fire in his eyes. The same fire that brought him to Blood Magic. The Same Fire that had wiped out his enemies. He swore that such power would be his.

Allister forcibly killed his Imagination there and then. He noted with one half shame, and another part amusement, that he was probably noticed by the others. He scolded himself and continued forward. Determined to ignore whatever snide comments they would throw at him.

 

[Lavoscraft]

After letting his horse go back to the stables, Darius remained on foot as he noticed Sevink obviously hungry. "Here you are." He said taking rations from a pouch. "It's not much but it should tie you over until the feast eh?" He said with a chuckle. "I know how it is to go hungry, and you being whom you are, hunger must harm you more than just a bellyache." With that he made his way from the reaver and his rations now empty.

"Mage could we talk for a moment." He spoke to Allister with a calm gaze, of course he had already spoke to the many powerful mages of the Grey Wardens but this one mage seem to hold a sort of fire within him. "You are a blood mage are you not?" He asked plucking at his black guitar as he spoke. "If you do not mind my talking I wish to learn more of the mage craft...you see I suspect my youngest son to have the gift of magic." He began staring at where the other mages stayed. "I do not wish him to be taken from his mother however, you see she dotes on the boy with a passion and it would crush her if he was taken." He continued as he tightened another string.

"You are perhaps a killer, with your blood magic I'm sure you've killed for your power and with it as well." Darius said turning to him. "You desire power and that is something I can help you, my grandfather Mattimeo Wyvern was known as The Battle Wyvern. An master of the battle mage magic, his tomes are currently in my family's possesion. Of course I shall make the same offer to the Arcane Warrior, but if we live through this little adventure I wish for you to come train my son in blood magic." He finished as he kept playing. "Of course if you both accept I'd happily welcome you both." He said with a bit of a chuckle.

 

[Darth Caelum]

Allister raised his eyebrows at the request and analyzed the deal quickly. Interesting.......VERY Interesting.....Too Interesting perhaps. A trap? For what? No possible Ulterior motives......Maybe.....This.....Mattimeo Wyvern person however.....quite Intriguing actually. But of course, I'll have to ask him WHY Blood Magic...." He asked him "An interesting offer....Mr. Darius I believe? While I can understand a Parent's reluctance to part with a Child of Magical Potential, For are not the first, or the last. I am curious as to why you are willing to ask me."

He looked into Darius' eyes and said "Why me? As you have said, I am a Killer. Not to mention the fact that actually TEACHING the child Blood Magic is not exactly one of the more common requests I have hears. Would it not upset you for your child to learn arts that, The Chantry at the very least, consider Evil? Not to mention that ALL Teachers impart upon their student, and I do not exactly fit into the Idealist Version of a teacher. The Child will learn from me, both in Blood Magic and others, whether either of us wants to or not. He will become Ambitious, probably. More than that, I cannot say. But since you are ALSO willing to ask the Tevinter about it, you must be serious indeed. Under HER guidance, you're son will be a Fine Manipulator one day. A normal parent wouldn't let EITHER of us anywhere near their Child. Not that I'm condemning you Darius, just that it seems Unusual. I'm willing to take the deal, but I need to you to answer those questions first."

 

[Sir Strange Of The House Lycan]

Sevink looked up at the man.He thanked him with tears in his eyes and started to eat the rations,his face came back into colour and his face fattened slightly.He burped quietly and smiled,he'd have to thank that man later,but for now he'd go back to his sword.

 

[The Zango]

Spoiler: OoC

Sorry I haven't been posting alot recently, major writers block coupled with four hours of sleep don't bode well for my seductive writing skills. I'll come back swinging tomorrow, I promise.

 

[Lavoscraft]

"Damien is his name Damien Ania." He began plucking as his guitar as he looked upward, locking eyes with him. "I dislike the chantry, even more I hate the Maker. He punishes us all for the mistakes of a group of magi whom followed other gods. When he simply could of banished the mages or simply destroyed them instead of he makes us all suffer, I hate the Maker and I hate the Chantry for forcing others to worship a deity that does not deserve it, he may be our Maker but he is not our protector." His voice was filled with an odd anger unseen in what he beheld. "You, Allister I believe the Grey Warden called you, have nothing to loose, and if you come with me, if I do not have your loyalty I have atleast your dependence on me, yes your magic is strong but what happens when your only able to rely on your own blood and you die because of it." He continued with a calm gaze, his eyes read the suspecion about the mage, even if he tried to hide it, he was trained by the Dalish to catch it.

"I was raised by the Dalish, when they could have simply killed me for being human they took me in, taught me sword play and the ways of a bard. I had my own teacher whom taught me and I indeed grew a bond with her. So I know of what you speak." He continued with a smile on days past.

"The reason I wish for my son to know magic, especially your kind not only is it a slap to the face of the Chantry, but if I should die and these beasts should ravage the land I wish for my son to know more than any other Magi. From you ambition from her manipulative, and from me he will have a will stronger than steel, from his mother he will know passion and hope." Darius turned to him with a smile. "And you have a lust for power, and if you imparted that on my boy I would not mind, whether he become a tyrant for better or worse it his choice." He tapped his fingers on the wooden guitar with a chuckle. "Besides I believe we are better as allies, then enemies our petty egos mean nothing if those, demonic spawned devour us." His eyes gazed at the distance. "She is an Arcane Warrior and you a Blood Mage..if my son would learn that along with grandfather's battle magic...hehe tis scary what he will become..but he is my son, Damien's passion's are strong even for a young child." Darius finally turned back to him. "I'm not a normal parent, neither is my wife she has already agreed on any teacher or teachers I select, we do not lust for power like you, we simply desire our children to help change the world we live in, for the better." He finished with a quiet contentment. "And...as a bard it'd be a great story to write about." He scratched his chin with a smirk.

 

[Crayzor]

Ashalle couldn't help but overhear the conversation between the bard and the blood mage, and what she heard shocked her. Walking over, she spoke to the bard. "You would release your child into the clutches of this creature? Blood magic is a disease that should be eradicated, not something to teach a child. If you truly did grow up amongst the Dalish, why not take him to them. My people would gladly teach him if it kept him away from blood magic."

 

[Darth Caelum]

Allister smiled. A genuine smile that was not related to Malice, or Vengeance or any other of his Default Reasons to smile "Ah, very good Darius. Very Good. Fine. I'll teach the Child what I know, as long as you keep your part of the Deal then Darius. The Tomes and all. As for the Arcane Warrior, I'm certain that she would train him. Even if she does not, rest assured that at the very least, he will be the Heir of the Blood Magic. I do approve of your decision to let him choose his own choices. His own path. If nothing else though, I would teach him just to see the ensuing Chaos." He said with a relish.

Allister reached into his robes and pulled out a Silver Knife. Adorned with strange symbols that seemed to Mock the Perceptions of the one looking. He then took out a White Feather, of such Purity that it seemed strange such a Dark Man would carry it. In one swift motion, The Bloodmage cut across his Palm. He quickly closed his hand into a fist as the blood began to spread. Allister started speaking words. Not like the Strange, yet Comforting chants of the Shapeshifters, those who relied on Nature and their understanding of her. Nor was it the Strong and Constant Yells and Chants of the Archon Warriors, which also could double as a Battle Cry. Not even the Comforting Murmurs of the Spirit Magus, whose very voice would heal the Deepest wounds. No, his was the chants of the Bloodmage. Always cast quietly and sinisterly, almost as if it was a Dark Whisper in your skull, telling you of.....Truths that you cannot deny. Anyone who heard it, even when in passing, would feel a Disturbing amount of Dread. Those who used it without the Proper mind set, Techniques, or Drive for it would be Shattered completely, brought down into the Realm of Madness.

Allister finished the chant as the first drops of blood touched the Feather. The Blood spread into it, filling it with it's essence, corrupting it's original pure white form. Allister spoke, in a tone that seemed...distorted by his use of Bloodmagic. He held the feather with his right hand and placed it on the Miraculously healed left palm.

"There Darius. I have spilt my blood for this Covenant of yours. As long as this feather exists, the contract is in effect. I will teach Damien the techniques of the Blood. I give this Feather to you, as is Required. If this Feather is Destroyed, the Deal is Retracted. The Secrets of Bloodmagic are held in High Regard. Betray it once, and you will NEVER learn the secret. However, if you purposefully experiment with it, using Magics from a Mage, then I will now. If that happens, then know that I will kill you both. Do you understand?"

He reached out for Darius' hand and placed the Blood Red feather on it. Allister nodded and, in his own voice, said "There then Darius. Problem solved. I hope that we can trust each other with our lives in the coming days."

 

[Darth Caelum]

Allister looked at the Spirit Mage in Amusement. "Too late Spirit Mage. The Deal has been cast, to a Person willing to do so. Also, I suggest you don't interfere with his Personal Choices. If you try to destroy the Feather, then that counts as experimentation in my books. So don't."

He smiled and gave off an Aura of Smug Amusement, partly to see her undoubtedly scandalized expression, and also because he was Really looking forward to what she would do next.

 

[Lavoscraft]

"Very well sir." He spoke sliding the feather in his coat. "Unlike most men I keep my word." He sais as he gave a slight bow. With that he turned to meet with the woman. "My lady I will be glad to allow my son to know your people's way, as I have learned them, in fact he is already learning with the Dalish I grew up with. You see I have always opened up my estate for all peoples, whether they be dwarves, elves or human. Of course I do not know if the Keeper is currently teaching him anything but Damien wishes to learn all magic, blood magic is dangerous but strong with it he can cure diseases that plague the blood, he can help the wounded who have lost blood, he can stop those with a single spell than those who do with a blade, you see there is more than meets the eye to it, Blood Magic, I'm sure is dark but it can save lives." He smiled as he touched her shoulder. "You may see me as a monster but I'm doing this for the betterment of the future, my son will learn to use all magics and tis better to learn from fellow people than demons." Darius said his eyes setteling back at Allister. "Besides he knows he's merely a stepping stone for my son as I am a stepping stone for him, isn't that right Allister." He said with a calm gaze. "In the end, blood magic is only one of the many arts he shall master." He unsheathed his sword as he gazed at it. "The blade is a weapon of war, with it I can kill, and yet it is not prosecuted, it is but a tool, like blood magic is a tool, Allister will merely teach Damien to use that tool..." He said with a quiet grip of the hilt as he sheathed it. "If you wish my lady you can teach my son as well, I am not biased and I do believe I was told you are a Spirit Healer yes if we live through this I would like for you to train my boy as well, but if you have qualms with it I can surely find someone else...now then, where is that girl Neria was it? I must give her the same offer as well." He said as he gave both of them a formal bow before departing.

 

[Lavoscraft]

Spoiler: OoC

Hm...I wonder if technically as bard my coercion skill would be better then most..

 

[Crayzor]

Ashalle watched him walk away. "The fool. Blood magic is the use of blood as fuel for spells, nothing more. It has no potential to heal, only to destroy." She looked at Allister. "I shudder to think of what you are truly capable of, blood mage, but I will no tamper with your deal. She gestured after Darius. "After all, the greatest punishment for a fool is to make them live with the consequences of their actions. Let us see how he feels about blood magic when his child is twisted into a monster like you."

 

[Darth Caelum]

Allister smiled at Darius' remark. "How ambitious he is. Ambitious for his son. Ambitious for his son to create a lasting peace. Yet at the same time he has Faith. Faith that the amount of Power he will have will not consume him. I wish him luck with that. Still, I chose the path of Crippling Overspecialization long ago anyway. My strengths are in Strategy, Psychology, and Blood Magic. While perhaps the Child will learn to use his Power for good. Perhaps Blood Magic can be used for good. If so, then I will not interfere. However, the moment he tries to interfere with my plans, he dies. Perhaps he CAN learn how to cure a Blood Disease. Much help that will do as your lungs are flooding with blood at the temperature of a Hundred Degrees while Blood continuously leaks from every orifice of your body. He can be strong, just that he CAN'T become like me, even if he wanted to. He would have to study the other arts, and as such, His Blood Magic would pale in comparison to mine.

Allister smiled "Monster? You disappoint me Spirit Mage. The Power itself does not corrupt. It is the measure of an Individual on just HOW much it Corrupts. The Child may yet be the first Blood Mage to not fall prey to the Magic. He is free to do as he likes as long as he does not interfere with my plans, do you understand? There is no right or wrong in this world. At the same time there is no Innocence. Only varying Degrees of Guilt."

 

[Lavoscraft]

Spoiler: OoC

And somewhere in a small estate the half elven mage Damien is continuously sneezing while he's trying to figure out his great grandfather's battle spells in secret.

 

[Crayzor]

"No right or wrong? Do you feel you are justified in using blood magic? That, because, as you suggest, everyone is guilty, you have the right to take the lives of others? The power may not corrupt, but your choice to use it, to destroy life to gain power for your own, self seeking purposes, tells me what kind of person you are"

 

[Darth Caelum]

Allister smiled "Hmm? What made you think I was justifying myself? I was simply explaining to you my Personal Philosophy, and a disguised request not to immediately burn the child at the stake. Crucify me as a Demon if you'd like Spirit Magus, I honestly don't care about what you think. Morality is Relative Spirit Magus. It waxes and wanes according to Society's whims. According to the Will of the Majority. Yes, most people would consider me evil, but who knows? a Thousand, 2 Thousand years from now and MY philosophy might be "Right" all along. There is no such thing as an Absolute Good. Nor an Absolute Evil. Only that which we make for ourselves."

Allister sighed "The point being Magus. Don't try to make me Feel Guilty over my apparent lack of Morality. My Viewpoint, no matter how twisted it may be to you, is just as valid as yours."

 

[Crayzor]

"There is more to morality than what people in a society think. It is perfectly possible to hold morals that are always wrong, regardless of whether they are regarded as wrong by society or not. The belief that blood magic is acceptable is one of them. Perhaps you should go to Tevinter, where I'm sure you would be welcomed with open arms. After all, the magisters that rule the imperium are blood mages themselves."

 

[Darth Caelum]

Allister smiled again "Such Fun it is to bait her. I should do this more often" "Ah no thanks. The Archon Warrior lives there. I prefer to live in an area where there is NO debauchery. As you know, Tevinter is not one of them."

Allister bowed to the Spirit Magus then "I bid you Farewell then Spirit Magus. I hope that we can......Rely on each other in the coming days."

 

[The Zango]

When the rest of the group had followed her inside the mighty stone walls of the castle, Neria had met with them and silently observed their conversations and interactions.

Darius must be really desperate for his son to be educated in magic and grow powerfull, if he were to go to Allister. The Bloodmage practically oozed evil and she knew she didn't exactly seem like the sort a parent would like around his child.

She was also pleased to see another person falling out with Allister though, she could use another pawn if it came to blows with the Bloodmage and she was sure that the naive Ashalle could be bent to her whim if need be. She looked over at Sevink, nomming happily away at some rations. She had him intrigued at the very least and all she had to do was to work out and become the woman that he desired the most.

She would also try it on Darius too, even though he seemed happily married, a man in danger and under stress could be easily manipulated. Horniness was a major side-effect of a battle and she was pleased that battle would most likely be a major part of their duties as Wardens.