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[tevinteraltus]

Action | Arrival/Near the Bay

[ He could keep his composure through all this...madness. Surely. He was convinced, at first, as he awoke in his little capsule and had his first look around the bay, that he was in some part of the Fade, that somehow he'd entered again, but the solidity of the terrain as he'd cautiously stepped through the water, clutching the box he'd woken with and rubbing the strange fatigue from his eyes, told him another story. There was no ambient temptation or fear, nothing to suggest this was the realm of some demon or other. Nor, though, was there any indication he'd been kidnapped. He didn't have any sore spots on his head or anything that would suggest he'd been physically subdued, and no strange tastes or smells hovering about to suggest magic had been used. The lighted ramps seemed to be directing him upward and while he's explored enough ancient elvhen ruins to know they're probably leading to some sort of impending doom, it beat letting his new, Antivan leather boots soak up anymore of whatever water he was currently standing in. He takes a moment to straighten his robes before steeling his nerves, smoothing his hair with his free hand, and starting up the center ramp.

He didn't have a staff, that was true, but he'd strained in casting without a focus. It was harder, but also more impressive, something he took pride in. He'd be lying to himself along with whomever might have been watching (what a silly thought) if he tried to convince himself he wasn't nervous as the mouth of the corridor opened on to the street above. A city, then, but one the likes of which he'd never seen. He starts whenever Weiss' message appears on its dias, and he nearly hurls a fireball at it's face before he laughs nervously. ]

Ah, a recorded message. Very clever.

[ But he allows the recording, from which he notes with a confused look he detects no magic, to finish it's message. Armed now with more questions than answers (isn't that always the case?) he moves to the side, where the maps are to be acquired, and he takes one before pushing the other things collected on the stand aside and to the ground to make room to unpack this box he's been given. Any passers-by will come upon a very smartly dressed mage in leathers and belted robes of white and royal blue standing at the map stand, pamphlets scattered across the pavement near him, reading the information he's been provided.]


Audio | Open

[ When the audio begins transmitting, the voice, cultured and crisp in accent, is clearly mocking in tone, though it's apparent after just a moment, he's not talking to the network at large.

At first, the his voice is high-pitched, changing tone to something more normal for him at the second line. ]

"Here you are, ser. A pittance to pay your way. Now, if you would, obediently follow this path and use this key to open a door."

"It's that easy is it? Why of course! I'd be happy to! What's the worst that could happen?"

[ He breathes a small sigh before the sounds of the device being shifted can be heard, and when he speaks again, his words are clearly, like he's moved it closer to his mouth. ]

Ah! So it does work. In light of this news, it'd be remiss of me not to introduce myself before I explore this painfully ill-advised avenue.

[ He clears his throat politely. ]

I am Dorian of House Pavus, Altus Mage of the Tevinter Imperium and Ambassador to the Inquisition. If any of that means anything to you, wonderful. I'd be happy to let you know where you may collect me. If not, well, no effort is lost save that which is not attempted, eh?

Comments

[sixthmage]

The Maker?

[Watch that elegant eyebrow arch high at that. Yes, even his eyebrow is just as shockingly blue as his hair.]

Are you throwing religion into this? Oh no. Oh no, no, no! The deities have nothing to do with magic! Magic is an entity of its own that exists parallel to life. Its an entity, almost a being within itself.

[This is turning into a philosophical debate about magic really fast. Talk about two different ideas about the same topic. These two are like oil and water right now.]

Too volatile?! Honestly, with dedication and practice, any magic can be mastered and conquered by the will of the mage. Only a weak mage would fall prey to such corruption! If that's the case, then they had no business using magic in the first place.

[The *elf* let's out another huff. While he's no elf, Elatus does admit he doesn't quite look fully human. Though, he admits this mentally. He won't give this Pavus the satisfaction even if it doesn't matter much.]

I just hope you can hold your liquor, Ambassador. Getting completely hammered within a strange land isn't a wise idea.

[An afterthought---]

I doubt you would make a charming drunk.

[tevinteraltus]

It is about religion, actually. Totally, intrinsically, about religion.

[ He pinches the bridge of his nose, frowning and shaking his head, wishing this argument away. Normally, he'd cherish a philosophical debate, it was one if his favorite duties as an Enchanter of the Circle, but right now he was barely keeping at bay the screaming voice in his head jabbering about none of this world making sense, and it was beginning to give him a headache. ]

While I'm enjoying this debate immensely and feel we should resume it at a later date, I have a thundering migraine to stave off with a drunken stupor. It's been quite a pleasure, Professor. [ And by his tone, he actually means that. ] I can assure you I'm charming no matter my state.

[sixthmage]

A migraine?

[Elatus blinks his eyes at that.]

Oh, oh! I'm so terribly sorry. I had no idea--

[Now he definitely feels bad for jabbering off like that. The poor man is up for a verbal spar, especially if he truly has a migraine. He assumes that Dorian gained that nasty headache from the pod within the cave, lack of air or something.]

O-Of course! It's been a pleasure as well.

[He smikes sheepishly with a slight bow.]