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[apostasies]

Maker help me. Do you honestly need me here? There is little space in your head as it is and I don't see a need to fill it beyond the limit. Yes, I know a lot of them are inactive, but I might add to that pile. I'd rather throw myself at the feet of the Knight-Commander and beg that she take me in because I'm a horrible Apostate than to become nonexistent.

Just, put some thought into this before you actually make any commitments. I also hope you're not picking me up because of the possible romances you heard about. If you're in that dire need of romance, as Varric to write you something.

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[apostasies]

Granted from the gods.

Where I come from we're punished because this is how we were born. I wouldn't haven chosen to be a mage if I had the choice... Hopefully things are differently where you're from.

[inquisitive_nature]

Quite different. Anyone with the mind for it can become a wizard. Those born with natural spellcasting abilities are known as sorcerers, and, on my world at least, are said to have inherited this power through the bloodline of dragons.

I myself am ... planetouched. Aasimar.

[apostasies]

The only place where magic is accepted is the Tevinter Imperium, but the mages there resort to blood magic. Not to mention slavery is legal there. Still, it's hard to imagine what living free must be like.

Planetouched means what exactly?

[inquisitive_nature]

My great-grandfather was an Archon, a servant of one of the gods of good. Planetouched is to have some kind of extraplanar blood in your heritage, whether Celestial or Infernal.

It is a strange kind of irony, then, that I first learned of my aptitude for divine magic as a priest of the Dragon Queen of Darkness, Tiamat.

As an Aasimar, I am slightly physically different from normal humans, and I live longer besides. I am currently ninety-six years of age.

[apostasies]

( it takes her a moment as she processes it all. ) That's really interesting. We've got spirits in the Fade, most of them are malevolent but there are a few benevolent ones. We don't ever hear them coming over, but they do possess people and they become abominations.

I'm afraid to ask, but how are you physically different? You look normal enough to me. Though, I'm not sure how I feel about finding a ninety-six-year-old attractive. But, I guess it wouldn't be that different is you age slower.

the weird thing is i always heard him speaking with balthier's (ff12) va, who is also fenris

[inquisitive_nature]

Spirits are physical in their own plane where I am from, and some are still physical when they travel to the mortal world. Demons are thus extremely dangerous if summoned without the proper wards, for pulling one into this world without a way to send it back results in a monster rampaging as it sees fit.

Mostly? I can see in the dark, hear and see better than a normal person, and I'm resistant to cold, acid, and electricity.

And I can summon light as bright as the noonday sun once in a while. If it helps, yes, I do age slower, though I reached maturity at about the normal rate for a human.

hnng is all i have to say, lol.

[apostasies]

Sadly they don't see it that way. Last act of desperation to use a demons powers to defeat your enemies. In my eyes, becoming an abomination isn't worth it, but I can see where the others are coming from.

Oh, is that all? I was expecting something a bit more spectacular.

Must be a bit lonely unless you find someone else that lives longer.

hnnng indeed /DAT VOICE

[inquisitive_nature]

It is an odd life to live. Luckily, I live the adventurer's life, so worrying about lifespans is, well, a bit silly, but still.

I live a shorter life than the dwarves and elves, but longer than half-elves and orcs. About the only races that live as long as myself are most wizards (magic seems to have that way about it of keeping one's vitality strong), and other planetouched: tieflings, aasimar and genasi.

i could listen to him and alan rickman all day long.

[apostasies]

That is something I can relate to; going on these adventures with my sister and then into the Deep Roads was exciting. If it wasn't for Anders going with us I would have died from the taint.

hells to the yeah

[inquisitive_nature]

While I've no power of the Grey Wardens to help me adventure or fight some demonic taint, I can understand where you're coming from. I would be hard-pressed to trade in the adventuring life now.

[apostasies]

Tell me about an adventure of yours.

[inquisitive_nature]

What to tell? Like I said, I had to spend over three months as a woman, adventuring. One of our jobs at the time was infiltrating a city's Thieves' Guild to help shut it down.

My 'friends' unanimously voted that I should try and infiltrate one of the brothels they owned ... as an employee.

[apostasies]

That must have been — interesting.

[inquisitive_nature]

I learned quite quickly how to effectively wield a washbasin as a makeshift cudgel. Luckily, my alchemic knowledge and near-encyclopedic ability to remember symptoms of diseases, treat and cure them got me more notice than the average strumpet, and I got to deal with their injuries and illnesses instead of their drunken customers.

[apostasies]

Attending to their sick and injured sounds much better than preforming other services.

[inquisitive_nature]

I suppose I should regret the loss of the experience of such an act in that body, but ... were it worse than as a man, I would have hated it and wanted back that much worse. Were it the same as a man, I'd have wondered the point of doing that at all (for myself, you see), and were it better -- well now, that'd just be unfair.

Anyway, the threads of conversation pointed our way eventually to a small-ish drow city underground, not too far from the human city itself!

[apostasies]

I suppose it would only be natural to wonder what its like. To be given the opportunity and do nothing would seem like a waste. Yet, I can't get the image of Isabela going to Anders for him to heal whatever disease she's contracted... ( she shakes her head. )

These drow don't sound very nice from what you're saying.

[inquisitive_nature]

Well, I am a cleric, my friend. I can heal almost any disease, except for the occasional magical disease which requires more ... special means.

And you're normally right about that. Dark elves. Once they lived upon the surface with their brethren, long ago, but a war caused the current surface elves, the Greys and the Sylvans, to exile their cousins to the underground world beneath us all. The war is old enough that not even the elves remember what caused it, but such is a moot point now. The drow turned to the worship of Llolth, a black-hearted spider-goddess, and their hearts are filled with naught but hatred for the dwellers of the surface and for the sun itself.

Usually. I never expected an entire drow city to be the exception to the rule, but when we arrived we found these drow to be relatively good-natured, and worshipers of the moon goddess.

However, there was a Llolth cult hidden in their city, and connected to their own criminal syndicate. It fell upon my friends and I to oust the cult and sever the syndicate's ties to the Thieves' Guild.