Post by freya bellamy on May 29, 2014 17:28:49 GMT
they say that the best place to hide a book is in a library. likewise, it goes without saying that the best place to hide a mage would be in the circle of magi. freya's mark tonight would be no different. he's a smart one, she'll give him that. it's only a pity that a bard is much smarter. mages are careless creatures, and freya takes petty satisfaction in knowing that the weaker sort would not last five seconds in val royeaux. the bard never had much pity to spare for those who held emotions so in contempt that they denied them entirely. not when she has been exploiting their power for most of her life.
freya knows that she is small and with little power. she knows to fear men in armor and men in robes. she has learned to master this fear. have these mages done the same? no, they hide away in their tower and pretend that they are not so afraid. the mages throw on a rebellion now, but freya knows that they would not have done anything without the fuse.
(are you truly so different?)
she's been watching the man for an hour now, following him to a part of the tower that would not attract so much attention. he may be an apostate, but the rest of these apprentices and enchanters are not. her employers wanted a clean death, and death by templar certainly wasn't. hence why she assumes none of the templars at the circle suspected a thing.
that, and the repercussions of killing a tevinter mage were tremendous. freya is used to such stakes, but she never forgets them. the circles may have separated from the chantry, but the imperium magisters were never subject to the chantry in the first place. the stakes have always been the same, now and forever. it is comforting to remember that some things about thedas would remain unchanged, even if she has no love lost for magisters.
her method of killing isn't ideal tonight, but risking herself to engage a mage in close quarters would be stupid. she positions herself behind a bookshelf and watches from the gaps between the dusty times. freya notches an arrow and aims carefully.
freya knows that she is small and with little power. she knows to fear men in armor and men in robes. she has learned to master this fear. have these mages done the same? no, they hide away in their tower and pretend that they are not so afraid. the mages throw on a rebellion now, but freya knows that they would not have done anything without the fuse.
(are you truly so different?)
she's been watching the man for an hour now, following him to a part of the tower that would not attract so much attention. he may be an apostate, but the rest of these apprentices and enchanters are not. her employers wanted a clean death, and death by templar certainly wasn't. hence why she assumes none of the templars at the circle suspected a thing.
that, and the repercussions of killing a tevinter mage were tremendous. freya is used to such stakes, but she never forgets them. the circles may have separated from the chantry, but the imperium magisters were never subject to the chantry in the first place. the stakes have always been the same, now and forever. it is comforting to remember that some things about thedas would remain unchanged, even if she has no love lost for magisters.
her method of killing isn't ideal tonight, but risking herself to engage a mage in close quarters would be stupid. she positions herself behind a bookshelf and watches from the gaps between the dusty times. freya notches an arrow and aims carefully.
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