Outsider: Blood Mage
The young mage entered the room to find his lover on the floor, bleeding heavily, while a templar fixed his trousers. A burst of rage sent the mage flying toward the templar, but he was repelled by an almost casual backhand, casting him to the floor. The templar chuckled.
"Pretty little thing, wasn't she? Shame she decided to make a fuss of it." he said, the mage as he rose to his feet.
The mage's second assault was almost stopped as the templar thrust an open palm out to knock the mage down, but the mage ducked under his arm and thrust two fingers up the templar's nostrils. A stream of flame surged from his fingers into the templar's lungs, searing him from the inside.
The mage scooped up the body of his lover, ignoring the templar's death throes. He walked away, through the tower and out onto the streets. Curious eyes were deflected by powerful magic fed by the blood still draining from the girl's body. The mage lay her down in a room circled by runes. Soldiers and enchanters would call it a silverite rune, but a denizen of Tevinter would regard it properly as the name of Dumat, Old God of Silence. The girl lay on an altar, surrounded by runes drawn to prevent the decay of her body. The runes were powered by a coffin filled with blood that lay behind her. "Not another word," the mage swore silently. "The next time I speak, I will be welcoming you back to the world."
He left the chamber silently, ensuring that the runes at its entrance, learned from demons of Sloth with the ability to ward off the curious, remained functional.
The mage slowly pulled himself back out of his memories, his dreams, and back into the cell that he now inhabited. His form had grown emaciated from the time spent doting on the shine, ensuring that it remained sated for blood, and the hours spent reliving his memories of their time together, reminding himself of what he was attempting to restore.
Runes laid by the soulless Tranquil inhibited his magic, but the Paragon Flame rune inscribed on his coat still kept him warm despite the chill of the prison. The mage paid no heed to his surroundings, instead fixating on the purpose that had resulted in his imprisonment.
The runes needed more blood.