Eve pov:
"It's not a matter of debate. There will be abominations among the mages we must be prepared!" Cullen's voice sharply echoes in the room as I enter the chantry room finding Leliana, Cassandra, Cullen and Josephine together arguing as the warmth of the candles light glow welcomes me into the chantry.
"…offer of an alliance it makes the inquisition appear incompetent at best tyrannical at worst," I finally arrive at the scene hearing Josephine's point clear and she does have a point. A unorganised alliance looks bad on us and makes us seem like child's play to the nobles who we need for their funding, no one would want to fund a unorganized organisation its unheard of.
"What were you thinking!? Turning Mages loose with no oversight, the veil is torn open!" Cullen argues as I frown at him.
"We need them to close the breach, if worse comes to worse we will have to keep a close eye on them without them knowing but still. They've bene through enough as it is with the discrimination of the past and bloodshed. They won't work with us to their fullest potential if we make them fearful, it will only provide more corruption to sweep in," I argue calmly, recalling Lydia's advice of it's better to be fearful of others than to be feared at times.
"I know we need them for the breach but they could do as much damage as the demons themselves. You were there Seeker why didn't you intervene Seeker!?" Cullen frowns at Cassandra.
"While I may not support this, the point of the Herald's mission was to gain the mage's aid and that was accomplished," Cassandra sighs.
"A voice of partialism speaks and here I was just enjoying the circular arguments," Smiling I turn to Dorian, well I'm smiling the others look uneasy wary about him and Cassandra straight up scowls at him then turn back to us, ignoring the mage leaning against the wooden wall.
"Closing the breach is all that matters," Cassandra sighs.
"With all this magic we're going to need lyrium tons of it thankfully I have some contacts," I smile recalling Lydia's contact sheet she gave me during our travels around Thedas and often me following her to get some lyrium from the smugglers for the healers or jut n case of an attack and we run low.
"You have contacts send word with them to me. We need all the support we can get," Leliana exclaims.
"We have legitimate lyrium supplies," Cullen argues.
"And they don't need to hear of this," Leliana reasons.
"Keep it under the table and I'll do what I can to hide the rumours," Josephine helps.
"We should look into the things we saw in this dark future. The assassination of the empress Celene, a demon army?" Leliana questions still in shock of the information.
"Sounds like something the Tevinter cult might do, Orlais falls the imperium rises, chaos for everyone," Dorian reasons as I nod in understanding his point, the perfect distraction to strike…
"One battle at a time. It's going to take time to organise our troops and mage recruits. Let's take this to the war room, join us if anything none of this would be happening without your mark," Cullen smiles calmly at me bringing a smile of relief to my lips and a brief flutter of butterflies in my stomach to erupt, but I look away quietly in my mind shushing the excited butterflies.
"Thank you, I'd be honoured ot help in the plan," I smile relieved to know our next goal.
"Meet us there when you are ready," Josephine reassures me to take my time bringing a smile of relief to my lips.
"I'll skip the war council but I would like to see this breach up close if you don't mind," Dorian smiles.
"Then you're staying?" I ask curious.
"Oh didn't I mention? The south is so charming and rustic I adore it to little pieces," Dorian smirks.
"There's no one I'd rather be stranded in time, future or present," I joke lightly smirking relieved to have a fellow mage by my side that won't criticize me or make me fearful…I hope.
Excellent choice but let's not get stranded in time anytime yes? Dorian smirks as a small chuckle escapes my lips failing to notice a frowning Cullen.
I'll begin preparing the start on the summit Maker willing the mages will be enough to grant us victory…." Cullen sighs tiredly as I nod in agreement.
"So if you'll excuse me I got a little breach to see," Dorian smiles about to dismiss himself when..
"Hold it mage, you will not go alone, we cannot trust you to go alone," Cassandra states
"What's wrong scared of a little magic?" He teases lightly as Cassandra scowls releasing a noise of disgust towards Dorian.
"Dorian saved me I trust him," I add.
"He is still a Tevinter magister," Cullen reminds me.
"Urgh, I said this once I'll say it again, yes I am a mage from Tevinter but I'm not a magister," He scowls at Cullen who merely continues to frown, arms crossed wary.
"How about a guard?" Josephine offers, trying to be the peace maker between the feuding parties.
"My scouts will be busy securing those lyrium supplies Eve mentioned," Leliana sighs.
"My troops won't be the most suitable for our guest here," Cullen rumbles as I nod knowing of some from events prior to not have the greatest trust in mages, especially Tevinter mages.
"Fennic will go with you," Cassandra decides making me and Josephine as well as Cullen go wide eyed, while Dorian calmly raises a brow.
"What? Cassandra are you sure about that?" I ask both of us knowing Fens discomfort towards him.
"Oh I'm guessing that's the elf giving me the death glare since I met her, lovely girl," Dorian smiles sarcasm evident in his tone.
"I don't…"
"It'll be fine, smashing even," Dorian smiles and leaves as I feel a heavy shudder and a pain in my chest of fear..
Horrified, I stare at the fleeting figure of Dorian, my heart racing in both fear and pity for both parties involved at the forced match. This is not going to end well just know it, just…I just hope there won't be a dead body in the end….
Maker have mercy on Dorian and Fen…
Fen pov:
Loudly, I hear the cheers of the tavern as I sit with the chargers, cards in hand as across from me is Sera, tongue out with her terrible poker face looking at her cards, on the other hand Blackwall once again has a mask of stone, a perfect stone face in contrast to Sera's silly face. Krem meanwhile is focused elsewhere, curious, I raise a brow at Krem eyeing one of the waitresses a red head at that.
"I wouldn't go for her Krem," I call out to him seeing his focus turn back to the game.
"What do you mean?" He questions.
"Shagged Bull," I answer as I hear the deep proud chuckle of Bull.
"Sorry Krem didn't know you had an eye on her, to be fair I saved you, the girl is terrible in bed, not the type for you," Bull reasons to the blushing mess.
Frowning, he curses at Bull as I simply roll my eyes as the chargers cheer.
"Come on Krem beat them already!" The chargers cheer Krem on as I calmly analyse my cards, a good hand.
I'll admit the chargers aren't a bad bunch of guys, loud, unique and…what's the word? Ah yes quirky. When Bull introduces me to them they reminded me of back in Kirkwall, heh we were all a weird bunch of people together, two mage hating elves hanging around a mage warden and a mage from out of Kirkwall, we were all a crazy family still are I suppose.
I should end this, it's just getting sad here…
"I win," I huff bored, revealing my hand smirking as I hear the chorus of groans from the trio.
"How!?" Sera huffs standing up.
"For Maker's sake, there goes my beer money," Blackwall huffs.
"Bloody hell, you weren't kidding when you said she'd make a good spy chief," Krem turns to Bull.
"I know my stuff," He smirks proudly.
"Not really considering you have no spy qualities at all if anything you should be a warrior but that's just me," I shrug casually collecting my winnings much to the groans of dismay from the others.
"I swear you cheat or something," Sera huffs
"Not really I'm just better than you," I state as I hear the roar of laughter from the chargers only then to hear the sound of footsteps and look up…
"Hey Eve," Bull greets her as I notice making me raise a brow at the skittish girl, this is not her kind of place, you can just tell it's like spot what doesn't belong, from her paranoid eyes to her shaking boy, yeah no..
"Fen, I…we need you to do us a favour," Eve sighs.
"If its stop robbing the others of their money not my problem, they challenged me," I argue recalling Josephine's ramblings off me, startling peoples many, not my fault they like losing money…
"No…not that it's just; we need you to keep an eye on-"
"Ah I thought I'd find you here," Horrified, me eyes widen in rage at the familiar chirpy voice as I glare at the smug Vint.
"No," I blurt out glaring darkly at him.
"Don't suppose they serve any wine here, hmm I would be getting my hopes up from the looks of this rustic establishment," The abomination sighs sadly disappointed as I glare at the snooty bastard and turn to the sheepish Eve.
"No way in hell," I state darkly.
"Please! The scouts are busy and so is everyone else," She pleads bowing as I scowl.
"No! Leave him to Bull," I scoff.
"I don't mind, I'll take extra special care of him," Bull raises a brow seductively at the smiling Dorian asking the barkeep for any.
"Dude," I gawk at him.
"What? Come on look at him, you can't deny he's cute," Bull argues.
"He's an abomination! He could literally possess you!" I argue.
"Just do it please!" Eve begs as I grumble my eye twitching at her pulling once more the puppy dog face.
"I hate you with every fibre of my being," I huff unable to deny her with the puppy face, taking my money, I stand up scowling.
"Come on abomination hurry up or else I'm ditching you," I coldly glare at the apostate.
"I would say I'm flattered Fen, but I suspect all your death stares has little to do with my gorgeous visage, hm?" Dorian smirks playfully at me as I scowl, holding in the urge to lunge at the ass and slit his throat. Determined, I remain silent refusing to allow him the satisfaction as we finally arrive at the breach and I watch from afar, my eyes narrowed and my fingertips teasingly touching my blades in case he tries to go all blood mage on me.
"Fascinating just fascinating, you know you don't have to be so antsy I'm not actually going to kill you," He smirks.
"Ah yes and I should trust the word of a magister," I scoff.
"I am not a magist-"
"Oh shut it abomination. Your words are nothing but mre poison," I hiss.
"Ah so another victim of the south's frightful indoctrination about me and my people! There are so many of you, it's hard to keep track. What is it you've heard? That we kill puppies every Tuesday and dance naked in their blood?" Dorian taunts as I feel a twitch of rage hit me from the magister.
"I don't need stories to know what your disgusting lot can do," I scoff.
"And why would that be? Heard some tavern tales of our bloodied ways?" Dorian smirks.
"No, I don't need tales," I huff as he frown's.
"Then how wo-argh!" Dorian is swiftly cut off by my blade to his throat, teasingly touching his Adam's apple, eager to slit his throat and silent the disgusting abomination once and for all. Darkly, I lean in my hot breathe grazing his frowning face.
"You have no right to criticise me and I don't need to give you the satisfaction of telling you the truth. Here's some advice you abomination, keep away from me and if you even think of trying to manipulate the inquisitor, I will not only kill you but all those you love, your family, your friends, your lover, dead, a slow painful way," I whisper darkly as he glares at me and I release him as he falls to the floor huffing.
"Well that was a ray of sun shine," He huffs at me as he attempts to stand only for me to push him back down on the ground, a smug smile on my lips to see the abomination put in his rightful place.
"You will follow me back from camp at a distance fi I find any hint of magic I will end you, now get up, I don't want people to think I'm associated with someone as disgusting and pathetic of a failure as you," I hiss darkly smiling at the flinch his body gives as he tries to be strong and I move on, hearing the faint slow crunch of snow as we return to camp, now on the same page as one another…