all this fuss because I want to app him at a sex game wow

[fideistic]

I am beginning to believe my vows mean very little to those outside the Chantry. My faith and devotion are who I am, and yet you intend to strip them from me.

But the Maker has once again guided my path. You are far too busy with your current obligations to even consider a fifth 'game.' See to it that it remains as such.

And I must request that you please cease looking for pictures of me unclothed. Your gaze is highly unwelcome.

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[magerights]

I always knew you were nothing more than a Chantry mouthpiece, though I'll admit it's strange to hear you say it yourself.

[...nice, Anders. Real nice.]

[fideistic]

However you have twisted my words, Anders, I hope it has brought you some kind of peace.

[JERK.]

[magerights]

Well you as good as said that you're just Chantry vows, Sebastian. I was just being more open about it than you.

[fideistic]

I don't expect you to understand what it means to vow yourself to the Maker and Andraste, to dedicate your body and soul to a greater power.

[magerights]

[He snorts at that.]

Have you forgotten who you're talking to? I know more of dedicating everything I am to a greater cause than you could ever hope to. I've given everything I am to the cause of mages, my body, my soul, my life. What have you given to Andraste or the Maker? You could turn your back on them and walk away, go back to your life as a prince any time you like and nothing would happen. You'd have lost nothing in the end.

Leaving isn't an option for me. My cause is all I am now, it isn't possible to separate me from it.

[septim]

Do not define yourself simply by your faith, but through it. As a priest, I've known too many who enjoy proselyting and doom-saying, but never put in practice what they preach.

Kindness over zealotry.

[fideistic]

[And Sebastian, in turn, sighs.]

Yes, you have made your cause very apparent by now. And all the sacrifices - both willing and unwilling - made in its name. You already know of my disapproval, what point is there in repeating it? Unless, of course, you have come to do exactly that. I have heard there are those who revel in disagreement. Or perhaps you think I can be persuaded.

[fideistic]

A priest? It is an honor to meet you, then, fellow brother of faith, though it is not likely we share the same beliefs.

[backstabbing]

Your vows mean little to much of anyone.

But if your mun has any of these pictures on-hand I certainly wouldn't mind seeing them.

[fideistic]

I figured as much coming from you, Isabela. On both counts.

[No you can't see him naked.

Oh wait oops yes you can.]

No, don't- don't look at that!

[magerights]

I'm not trying to persuade you to anything, Sebastian. I'm only pointing out that you don't know the first thing about really giving up all that you are to a higher cause.

Though that much is obvious just from looking at you.

No regrets~

[daddyhawke]

Some of them unclothed with my future children even.

[Daddy Hawke is a bit miffed.]

adjkld NO WAY HI

[fideistic]

Your future children--

[!!!]

Are you, perhaps, Hawke's father?

[fideistic]

If giving up all that you are means becoming a danger to innocent people, then I want no part of it.

:D

[daddyhawke]

So the mun says. I haven't had any children yet...that I'm aware of.

I guess I should properly introduce myself. I'm Malcolm.

[fideistic]

I am Sebastian Vael, Prince of Starkhaven and brother of the Chantry. It is an honor to meet you. Hawke speaks well of you.

[daddyhawke]

A prince and a brother! You're a busy man, it seems.

[He'll just. Pretend like his staff doesn't have nude Andraste on the top, nope, no siree.]

[He quirks a brow.] I'm afraid I can't say the same, although it'd good to find out that I'm not a horrible father.

[fideistic]

[He laughs.] More so a brother than a prince these days, I'm afraid.

[And he shakes his head] Not horrible in the slightest. Your children are fine people. I was blessed to have been able to meet them. In fact, Hawke is Champion of Kirkwall.

[daddyhawke]

[Oh, so he has famous progeny. That's always nice to know! Although...wait, Kirkwall?]

Champion of that blighted city? What are they doing there?

[Oh, papa. You have much to learn.]

[fideistic]

I believe they fled Ferelden due to the Blight. Lady Hawke grew up in Kirkwall, and so they settled there. At least, that is what I've heard.

[daddyhawke]

[A Blight? Malcolm grimaces. He thought such things were left behind in the dusts of history.]

Perhaps we should leave it at that. I'm not sure if I want to know everything about the future.

[fideistic]

That is perhaps for the best. Though I assume you haven't had the chance to speak with any of them yet?

[magerights]

Because of course the Chantry never puts innocents in danger or ignores their suffering or anything of the sort.

[questionablewit]

Look at it this way, Sebastian. The Maker has granted you with an attractive exterior, hmm? Surely it would be charitable to share it with others!

[fideistic]

Hawke... I'm flattered, but as a brother of the Chantry, it would be inappropriate to-- to share anything of my exterior with others.

[fideistic]

The Chantry does all that it can to help those in need. The poor, the suffering- simply because it does not elect to free mages does not negate that. You cannot deny the will of the Maker.

[battlemaged]

Look on it as a challenge, Sebastion. Just think, all those sinners you can be an example for.

[Hey, at least Hawke was trying to find a bright side.]

[fideistic]

I'm not quite so certain I wish to set an example like that, Hawke.

[battlemaged]

I meant an example of purity and restraint, Sebastian.

[fideistic]

Oh-- I see. I would certainly hope to influence my player as well, but she has not relented in her...tireless search.

[battlemaged]

Mm, most of them tend to lean towards those perversions.

[Oh, you're one to talk, serah.]

But there's always hope, right?

[fideistic]

Indeed. It is never too late for salvation.

Have you been well, Hawke?

[battlemaged]

Maker, I hope not.

Eh, tolerable enough, I suppose. ...aside from wearing a damned collar and wandering around in the dark, that is.

[fideistic]

A collar? Maker, what happened?

[magerights]

And the Chantry was just brimming with aid when it came to Darktown, I recall. We could barely move for offers of food and care.

[The sarcasm could be cut with a knife.]

I don't know if you noticed, Sebastian, but I wasn't only helping mages. Maybe the Chantry should have tried helping people beyond their own doors, if they couldn't even do anything for the ones they insisted needed to be locked away for what they were born with.

[battlemaged]

I wish I knew. But everyone here has one, it seems to be a "thing" of this place. If we somehow manage to get them off...we die. [Although judging by the look on Hawke's face, he's not entirely convinced of that.]

[fideistic]

I admit, I do admire your charitability toward even the poorest and lowest of Kirkwall.

[HAH. COMPLIMENT.]

[fideistic]

How odd. Surely they must have a purpose - perhaps they track your movements, as comforting as that sounds.

[magerights]

[It's not even a backhanded compliment, which he was expecting. Anders in fact looks a little confused and eyes Sebastian doubtfully.]

...you do?

[fideistic]

Yes, Anders. Is it so strange that I would find something noble in your efforts?

[battlemaged]

Cheer me up, why don't you.

[fideistic]

I'd be worried if it were anyone else but you, Hawke.

[battlemaged]

That's...oddly comforting. I think.

[At least the Tower isn't a whorehouse, Hawke; be thankful.]

[questionablewit]

It's not as though you haven't done inappropriate things before. Hiring me was hardly appropriate, after all, but it worked out well in the end, hm? Besides, the Maker wants us to use the gifts we have.