HUMAN
“ "Trapped in a prism, in a prism of light, alone in the darkness, darkness of white" ”
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Post by FELIX ANKOR on May 21, 2014 22:40:08 GMT
"WHEN LOGIC AND PROPORTION HAVE FALLEN SLOPPY DEAD." Felix arrived, his platemail clinked together. Dressed in the Templar's illustrious white. He seemed almost like the embodiment of a fairy tale knight. Only where the kindness was replaced with unfeeling eyes. He emanated a certain aura of righteous fury, one couldn't exactly put their finger on what made him so unnerving. Was it the scars that lined his face or the almost meticulous steps he took, his gaze swept those in front of him, almost as if gauging his own strength. The other Templars, looked at him with reverence, they knew the kind of trouble his arrival would bring. He spotted the town's Chantry, surely any Templars he needed help from would be there. A soft sea breeze rolled across his face, but such pleasant feelings were beyond him. His purpose was to hunt and kill any rogue apostates. He spotted a familiar presence some distance away, Melisande, as if he could forget that auburn hair, she was one of the only Templars Felix actually had respect for, she did her job exceptionally and most of the Templars disliked her, which coincidentally, applied to Felix as well. A sense of relief washed over him as it seemed he would not have to do this arduous task on his own. The Templars here would've heard of his arrival, and so he didn't approach her, instead opting to walk into the Chantry instead, most of the information he needed would be located in there. As the large doors opened, it felt calming, the entire feel of the Chantry, the quiet backdrop of prayers, paired with the bustling priestesses and clerics. A Templar handed him a map of the surrounding areas. Before the Templar left, Felix grabbed his arm, "Would you fetch Melisanda Dufont for me, I hear she has some news for me." Of course he'd stretch the truth, but he needed a friend, someone who could help him without delay. After all, he hadn't seen her for quite some time, they briefly ended up in the same area on several occasions, and her hardass tendencies seemed to rub just fine with Felix's personality. Melisande DuFont |
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HUMAN
“ Sign away our peace for your war...one word and it's over. ”
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Post by Melisande DuFont on May 22, 2014 3:47:54 GMT
“The knight-captain said that the forces should be fully moved out before the knight-commander returns and-”
“The knight-captain obviously doesn't understand it's not an easy feat to move a whole military force from one base of operations to another, especially when we're unsure if it is even a wise move, as things are still up in the air.”
“Ser, what's up in the air? We've been told the Nevarran Accord was annulled, so we shouldn't even-”
“Which is why the knight-commander is gone to ensure this isn't a wild rumor, now if that's all I have more important things-”
“With all due respect, I was told to ensure that you ceased this-”
“If you don't walk away from me right now I'm going to make you spit-shine all the ceremonial suits in the armory.”
And with that threatening tone of finality, the pointless argument was over. Unwilling to incur the knight-lieutenant's wrath, the lower ranked officer did as he was told, skittering away before she could keep her promise. As soon as he was out of sight, the redhead found the nearest wall and sagged against it with a groan, scrubbing a hand over her face.
She hated this. She hated the knowledge that the knight-captain was attempting to put a lid of finality on this whole dramatic matter before they were even given proper confirmation. She hated thinking that maybe they really were going to detach from the Chantry. Their forces were already split, and the only reason they hadn't been forced to all pack up and leave the barracks at the Chantry was because the lack of space in the base the knight-captain had found, as well as many like her – wanting to wait for the final word from the knight-commander when he returned.
The redhead pushed herself back off the wall and straightened herself back up before anyone could see her in that state of distress, never liking her doubts to show even if unspecified. 'I don't want to move out of the Chantry.' she thought to herself, the tone in her mind dangerously close to a petulant whine. She'd lived most her life in one, and had grown accustomed to the atmosphere – the constant quiet shuffle of bodies moving about, the revered mothers dropping in to allow her to vent to a source she knew was safe, sermons floating through the rafters to her office while she did dull paperwork...working anywhere else was going to increase her stress level tenfold.
“Excuse me, Ser Melisande...”
She smothered a hiss of annoyance and spun on the offender, who immediately took a step back. She didn't even asked what he wanted – her expression alone conveyed a perfect image of what in Andraste's holy flaming tits do you want.
“You- Ser Felix has arrive and asked to send for you, he's just around the corner in the main hall.”
There was a pause, a nod, and she moved away from the other templar without a word of response. The knight-lieutenant took a long intake of breath, released it, and told herself eating members of her order alive for doing nothing wasn't going to wiun her any battles on any front. Burning bridges was not a thing she needed to be doing, not when she was butting heads with a higher rank – which made here severely uncomfortable to begin with, but this was something she wasn't budging on. No, she needed people on her side on this, that was for certain.
“Well well looks like the prodigal son is back.” she said as she came to a halt near the man who'd sent for her, arms crossing automatically as she went through the motions of pretending to size him up – an automatic gesture she did to just about everyone who was a member of the order. “I'm sure the knight-captain will be absolutely thrilled to see you.” It wasn't that she didn't like Felix – it was that she didn't like anything that made Reynard happy. And an expert apostate killer definitely would always make him happy.
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HUMAN
“ "Trapped in a prism, in a prism of light, alone in the darkness, darkness of white" ”
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Post by FELIX ANKOR on May 28, 2014 22:18:26 GMT
"WHEN LOGIC AND PROPORTION HAVE FALLEN SLOPPY DEAD." Prodigal son, he was accustomed to that kind of greeting. Most people resented the favor he seemed to receive from the Chantry. He eye'd Melisande down and sized her up. It seemed not much had really changed, disappointing. He took off one of his gloves, tinkering with it slightly, ensuring it was a good fit. He perked up at the sound of the Knight Captain. "I doubt the Knight-Captain would be pleased to hear of my arrival, it just means he's been doing a poor job of keeping control of Apostates." Sure Felix was sent to clean up the problems that others couldn't but if the Templars were efficient his services would not be required. He hadn't approached the Knight-Captain of his arrival, because the Captain was inefficient and lacking, at least in Felix's eyes. He didn't trust them either, after the whole split and the Mage War, it seemed on the better side to avoid anyone in charge. The whole ordeal seemed to be taxing the Templars Mentally and Spiritually. The Mage's were finally of their short leashes and it was all due to the Templars inability to keep them chained and locked up. "I've approached you first on any information on potential rogue apostates, the Knight-Captain seems to be too inept in containing the situation, but I wouldn't blame him, the Mage wars has put everyone on edge." His tone was cold, but still cordial at the same time. Felix was known for his manners, and his ability to remain disciplined and detached at all times. Not once had a Blood mage, or a mage of any kind breached his inner defenses. He was an impenetrable fortress, and spoke like one. He laid the map down on the table so that this fellow Templar could see. Potential rogue Apostates sightings were highlighted in red. He shifted his attention to Melisande again, and sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if were hunting evil apostates, or just misguided mages." It was tough work, hunting mages. Sometimes he felt like he was doing the wrong thing. Melisande DuFont |
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