Post by vamperious on Jun 25, 2013 20:45:56 GMT -5
Tevinter...Its a strange land. Unlike the rest of the realms- Mages are in charge- not the proud and ever persuasive Chantry lead my the many Preistesses and mothers of the followers of Andraste. The Magesters were in charge here- ruling with magic as it was stronger and they also had more influence in many forms. They have conquored many things however lost them in a fight with both the free marchers and the Quanari both. They are hte only place left that allows slavery- making them out side of the truce that was created to stop a war and help agaisnt the first blight. However it was supposed that the Tevinters were the tribe that first went to the golden city- to remove the maker from his throne and in the process for thier sins were made into the first creatures of the Blight. Some still took pride in this and were proud to be a decendent of the first to almsot conquor the veil however some were not. They were nasty in how they gained more power- leading to the act of making the practice of blood magic illegal- however with enough coin it was well over looked and continuted with in the magester ranks. It is still around today but frowned upon anywhere else then Tevinter, most are put to death just for knowing it- being labled a Malificarum- and the templars would slay them for their sins of blood magic and dealing with demons. It also lead to teh chantry making it harder for Mages to go about and be free- you were one of three things- a circle mage, a malificarum, or an apostate...A circle mage belongs with the circle, guarded from others as well as themselves by the Templar forces adn the Chantry- most being forced to become tranquil- or cut off from the fade. A Malificarum is a blood made, it takes the life of another to prefor the nasty kind of magic however its powerful, marking them as dangerous. An Apostate is an illegal mage- a mage not of the circle- most are turned in and the problem is fixed however most who run from the templars end up resorting to making deals with demons or resorting to blood magic usage- marking them as dangerous as well...
The shipping yard was dark, his mind still reeling from what he was actually doing. He never thought he would want to run away from his future- never before was he scared to be so alone either. However he decided with his changes- he was better off alone. His black jacket kept him shaded and invisiable as he stood in the darker area of the docks, watching for the shipping yard to empty or for a group of travelers to come by so he could join. A lone traveler was more conspicuous then a group in his opinion. It didn't take long however for more black clad travelers to travel by him, he simpy stepped out and walked with them easily, they didn't mind at all- since none knew who he was or what he was. Mages were privilaged- didn't mater weather you were a human or an elf or what ever- they had sway here.
They all slipped aboard no problem adn he infact had a decent conversation with a few of them before slipping off to find a place to law low. He ended up on a rather bad boat- it was one that was used to pick up slaves- only this one was transporting them to another place. Illegally however but it was the way of the Imperium. It kept them rich and in power- thats all that mattered. He took up a spot not too far form the locked cages assuming for perhaps some conversation to help ease the time- but all of them were quiet and beaten like animals it seemed. He frowned at that but let it go- he coudn't change how they had been treated. When they began to ship out a few guards stoppe din and asked him if he was there to keep them company- of course finding it funny to see an elf out side the cages on the ship apparently. He scowled at them," I'm here to avoid people- I dont' like them- thier conversations are boring adn I loath their interaction." He stated in an eloquente way that he had been raised to speak however he wasn't sure it was too safe to speak like he used to. He had the vocabulary of a Magester after all and that was dangerous. He was on the run and didn't want to blow his cover so he was doing his best- but it seeme dit wasn't enough this time. "OH- a broody elf- what your family in there or somf'in? Bah- let him be...we got more drink adn cards to play." He resented being called Broody but he was in fact that, he never smiled any longer with out a lie just under it...
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The trip dragged along as after three days they made it threw the Ventosus Straits and were rounding the cornor of the Arlathen forests' coast. It was like looking at a solid wall of trees then sudden beachs- the lead into dark cold waters that were the northern seas. He spoke with a few crew members, finding out the name of the huge obstruction jutting out fo the forests-The White Spire. That was the mark that lead them to a third of the way to their destination. As well as passing threw the Venefication Sea that would lead them to the northern passage - only they turned south along the coast of Rivain to the bay of Rialto...
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By this time he was more relaxed and feeling at home on the sea however he was tired of the same food day in and day out. It had been two weeks since he left and he was actually glad he left only when they reached the port of Antiva City- its proud and beautiful capital. He stayed on the ship however as they moved slaves out-more like live stock. Some going to already sold hands others being lined up on the decks to be looked at like cattle. The city however caught his attention as it was seemingly wrapped in gold however he caught a few looks of others watching him as he observed and didn't indulge. He saw most of the ports' men drunk and in the company of a whore- very much not his choice of company. He found it distasteful in fact, he went back bellow decks and waited till more slaves that hadn't been sold by the end of the day were loaded back up after a small stretch to keep him able and then they made way again...Heading south they merged into teh Amaranthine Ocean, from there they began heading west between the Free Marches and Fereldan.
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Fenris was sitting with a candle not to far from him as he glanced over a few papers he still had, he had taken them from his estate a while ago- one marked him for who he was the other was a few political thing he dared not leave for fear of others lives. The slaves still hadn't spoken to him yet but tonight it seeemd was difererent. "Those markings- What are they for?" asked a male slave, he looked to be human-strong and able and much taller then himself- even thought he was tall for an elf to begin with. He glanced up from his book, his white hair falling into his face as he looked him over, mulling over the question and how he was going to answer it. "These markings are a sign of what I was once going to be. A tool- nothing more." He said bluntly his words having an almsot dark bite to them as he stated waht their purpose was for. He figured he had no need to lie to this slave- no one would ever take him serious in his days left he ahd to live. " But you are free- can't you change that?" He stated wondering why he was so down and was always with the slaves. "You sit here and you brood- you read and you mutter dark things to reasure yourself day after day- whats the purpose for you if you don't seem to think of your self as free? You aren't in a cage- you are not bound- you are not doomed to die in the life of slavery..." His eyes met the slaves as he went on about his feelings on his actions in the past weeks and he frowned. "I am in a cage- I am a slave to my past...My purpose is none of you concern however I so appriciate a voice to speak with. Its been rather silent actually ahving a conversation with some one sensible rather then with an intrinsic martinet." (inbred slave driver btw ) The slave laughed at him making him looked a bit confused," And just what is so humorous slave?" He snapped at him, only making the Slave laugh harder. HIs eyes hardened and as looked at him threw the bars and scowled. After a few minutes he caught his breath and looked at the elf," You speak like one of the nobles back in Tevinter...What- did you get sent off because you slept with ones daughter?" The man asked making him very silent as he simply looked at one another. The man smirked," I at least hope she was pretty...You talk too big- If you want to blend in-use simple words...Its easier that way." The slave added onto the end of his words a slight word of advice as he assumed the Elf was running from something since he seemed to think of himself still caged from what ever past he had before back in Tevinter. Fenris nodded," I should thank you but I have no way but for my words. I'm sure being some ones slave isn't worth a thanks." The human however looked at him and his face fell a bit," You have a point- I'll take you words Elf." Fenris smirked at him in his humor as it was a bit dark," Fenris please- I don't view you as a slave. If anyone is in a cage- its me." He said his voice colored with some humor as he put his papers away and took a few steps closer to the cage and looked him over in the candle light. He was a tall human, build strong and sturdy. His face was clean shaven-blond hair looked dirty his blue eyes sparkled clear in the fire light. He was proud- fereldan by origin by the looks of him but he wasn't sure. The human looked him over as well looking at his face and hair- as well as his green eyes that looked almsot black in the darker cabin. "Reiger-pleasure to meet an elf who isn't shy." His words were humorous as well making him smirk,"Yes well- When two come together in a conversation that they can mutually understand its only relevant that we use our names." The human shook his head with a smile," There you go using big sentances and words again."
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They got along quite well- during the next few stops in fact he hoped his friend woudlnt' get sold and hew as lucky to have it as such until they reached Orlais- where he and the rest were sold quickly. They had slowly been restocking it seemed a few times bringing a few new slaves on board to travel threw Fereldan with on thier last stop before htey traveled north again. It had only been a month since he left and he hadn't heard a word about his own disappearence yet- which made him smile. He stayed there adn brooded- no one talked ot him again-that much he expected as they were afraid of him. Afraid of his dark eyes, plae skin and strange markings, they had a right to fear him he figured. When they finally reached West Hill in Fereldan he finally said his god bye to the ship and got off. The docks there were small but enough to ge the ship at. He had to push his way threw the buisy town there but he finally made it to the out skirts of town and relaxed a bit. It was a warm evening and he was still getting used to the land as he had been a sea for a long while. Here is was more rocks then anything- little patches of grass here and there- he didn't mind however it was nice but humid as hell to him. As he walked he came across an inn and found it looked rather inviting now that he was tired. He had practiced on his speech a bit more adn it got him a long way. Entering the inn it was a calm evening, a few people scattered here and there and he looked to be in luck for a room and food. He paid them what he owed for both and settled into his seat by the back wall and watched every one as though he were playing a game to figure out who was after him...
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