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[Disorientation was not unknown to Fenris. He’d experienced it several times in his past, but never quite in such a way. Uncertain what the pamphlet suggested aside from images of the device included in the box, he grumbled and shoved the pamphlet, the red papers included, along with the phone, into a pouch at his waist and strode through the water without hesitation. He’d faced demons and worse before, and while he was alone, he certainly wasn’t going to allow the weakness of fear show, and the spiked armor and large sword lashed to his back went a long way to help the image along.

When he approached the stand on which Weiss’ Transmission played, he glared at it but did not balk. Magic, then. Of course. He’d never heard of this Genessia, but at least the necklace was familiar. So, their kidnappers have pretty chains, then. It didn’t change what they were and he grimaced at the thought. This was all a grand deception, to be sure, even for a former slave as valuable as himself, so he had no reason to doubt the image witch’s integrity.

Still, as much as it pained him to do so, he needed more information than her repeating message supplied. Surely he wasn’t alone in this place, for this witch would not have seen fit to spend the energy to place this message here for only his benefit, and so he took up a spot leaning against the side of the map booth and would address anyone who happened past.]

You, there. I...require assistance, if you've the mind.

[He’ll not force anyone, but manners aren’t exactly his forte.]

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Alleyana offered the phone back, eyeing him again. Finally... "Now that I know we're both from Thedas; what's with the markings? I know that's not the usual vallaslin ink. Although some of it looks a bit like June," she tapped herself on the throat meaningfully, "and some a bit like Elgar'nan," and another tap, this one on her opposite bicep.

Elgar'nan's thorns no longer curled across her face in pale ink, but she hadn't lost her knowledge of those markings along with them.

He clenches his jaw, swallowing back the angry retort that sprang to the forefront of his mind. He didn't sense any hostility in her tone, only curiosity.

"I doubt they have any connection to the Dalish." He takes a breath before beginning. "My first memory is their application. The...pain it caused. They aren't ink. They're lyrium."

He met her eyes. "I have no memory of my life before them, but afterward, I was a Tevinter Magister's bodyguard, his 'little wolf'. He used me to intimidate his rivals. They grant me...abilities."

Lyrium?! Alleyana's eyes widened, and she couldn't help the reflexive half step back and aborted jerk of her arm toward her mace, as though preparing for a fight. It wasn't red lyrium; not corrupted, or he'd have been a maddened creature and this meeting would have gone very differently, just as it had for all the red templars she'd faced.

Her posture relaxed again. It wasn't red lyrium.

"I..." wait, a Magister had done this? "It wasn't Corypheus, was it?"

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Strange reaction, but the tested warrior only tensed, ready to strike. He relaxed on when she did.

"I know of no Corypheus." He shook his head. "No, his name is Danarius."

"In my time, the templar order had red lyrium forced on them. It grew out of their bodies and corrupted their minds," Alleyana's gaze dropped to Fenris' markings for a moment, the expression on her battered face just a little horrified. "I've never met someone with the regular stuff in them. Even the Sha-Brytol are only sealed in armor infused with it, it's not... in their skin. That we know of."

"Yes, they're singular and a novelty." It might have even been an amusing response if it hadn't been dripping with such venom. "Red lyrium...?" That was an idea beyond troubling, but he shook his head. "I can assure you I command my own mind."

Still horrified, but Alley reined in her reaction and inclined her head for a moment. "I'm sorry, Fenris."

Done to him by a Magister who he'd then played guard to -- there was little doubt he'd been a slave, then. Alleyana didn't need him to state it plainly to get the gist. Still, he should be told--

"The vallaslin of the Dalish started off as slave markings put on us by the Evanuris in ancient times. I doubt it's a coincidence your markings look like a mix of two of them."

No doubt an attempt at making an original pattern out of the old. It made her wonder just what sort of records this Danarius had had access to. Was there proof of the vallaslin's ancient meaning, tucked away somewhere in Tevinter where the southern Chantry hadn't been able to find and destroy it? If so, what else from ancient times was hidden away up there? The ancient Tevinters had taken so much...

Something useful against Solas' plans, perhaps?

"I don't really care what his point had been." His tone could have been craving, but it wasn't. He had no issue with this strange elven woman who'd, for all appearances, experienced her share of strife.

He shook his head, his expression softening. "You owe me no apology, unless you tipped Danarius off to these markings." It was a joke, but far from expertly delivered.

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"Hardly, but it makes me wonder where he did learn about them, and their original meaning. And more importantly; what else of ours may be hidden away up there in Tevinter. The vallaslin being slave markings is information lost to the millennia."

Alleyana eyed him for a moment, then made a joke-but-not-really-a-joke of her own, her tone as dry as could be. "I get the feeling you won't mind if I extract what I want to know from him forcibly. Even Magisters have nerve centers under their kneecaps."

W h e l p. Look, she highly doubted someone experimenting on slaves was someone she'd regret considering collateral in the fight against Solas. Dorian was sadly the exception up there in Tevinter, not the rule.

A slight smirk curled Fenris' lips at her response. She was welcome to extract whatever information she wanted, certainly, so long as he was allowed to watch.

"They have nerve centers in many places, and some of us can find them." He raised a hand, it becoming shimmery, as though it were there but not, all at once. "These markings aren't without their merit, and I'd like nothing more than to turn them upon him."

Alley tilted her head slightly to one side, staring at Fenris' ghostly hand with plenty of curiosity. The Inquisitor had seen more weird shit from Thedas than most, but that didn't mean she'd seen everything!

"That's because of the lyrium? It looks..." she blinked, taking in the insinuation that he'd find nerve centers in interesting places as a result of this trick. "...Ah. It's not solid, when you don't want it to be?"

With a motion, the glowing receded and his arm was solid again.

"That's correct." He continued with a nod. "These markings of mine run from head to toe." The implication being none of him is corporeal if he chooses it.

"So, you can walk through walls," Alleyana considered this information, then remarked dryly, "you know, one of my people used to be able to teleport around... or I think he could, anyway," hard to tell when Cole had made everyone forget most of what he did, at the time. "Made him a pretty good assassin."

"In a manner of speaking, yes. I can...shift, become less likely to be seen. It's...difficult to explain." And he didn't really feel like demonstrating at the moment.

He frowned at her explanation. "What sort of magic is that?" It isn't as though he's familiar with magic, but he knows what it isn't capable of, at least he's fairly certain he does.

"I'm not sure if he actually teleported, or if everyone just forgot where he was," Alley mused, "honestly, one's as likely as the next. Cole is a spirit, one possessing no one's body but his own. When he became more human, to be safe against blood magic binding, he lost some of those stranger abilities; became less of a part of the Fade and more... permanent. Less malleable in general, I suppose."

He blinked, confused clearly. He'd never heard of such a thing, but if Alleyana's expression was anything like his own, neither had she. "A spirit with its own body? I...don't understand. And no mage did this?"

Honestly, at a certain point Alleyana had reached full saturation on the strange people and things she'd encountered on Thedas. Cole didn't seem all that odd anymore, not after all the rest.

"No mage did it, he came across on his own. A spirit of Compassion, he was trying to comfort someone as they died and ended up manifesting entirely. Even he doesn't know how it happened, and apparently he spent the first year or two not even remembering he was a spirit. He thought he was the ghost of the boy who'd died."

The Ghost of the Spire.

"We know lyrium still has strong attachments to both sides of the Veil; if it's letting you imitate the reality on the other side, temporarily going incorporeal suddenly doesn't sound that weird, does it? The Fade's quite the bizarre place. I wouldn't be particularly surprised if you could walk up walls and across ceilings, for that matter."

Fenris had seen his share of strange occurrences, many of which he couldn't explain. It wasn't, of course, for always for lack of attempt, though. He simply never tried. He had little interest in the crossing of the veil, magical or mundane, and even less in the profane rituals the Magisters most likely used to accomplish it. It made sense in a vague sort of way that the spirit had come across and thought itself a ghost, but he wasn't familiar enough with the nature of spirits to assume much more than that.

"True. It's only something I've never heard of." He takes a breath. "I'm not exceptionally experienced with the Fade, nor have I tried to be."

"I wasn't either, but shit happens," Alleyana would have left it at that, but, considering Fenris' markings she continued with an attempt at some minor commiseration, "I ended up with a chunk of the power that made the Veil embedded in my left palm for a few years. It let me repair the rifts and seal the breach twice. Between that, and somehow ending up physically walking around in the Fade a few times, I had to learn."

It hadn't been done to her by some nasty Tevinter slaver, no, but magic had still been shoved under her skin and into her veins by some fuck-ass mage's experimentation with ancient Elvhen power.

And they were both warriors, to boot. Not exactly built for magic, elven heritage aside.

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He blinked at her words, eyebrows raising. It was more expression of interest than he'd given most of the people who'd stopped to help him.

"You've...physically entered the Fade and survived?"

"More than once," Alleyana knew full-well how big of a deal it was; it had nearly earned her an execution until the people at Haven had decided she must be their holy damn savior instead. Still, she'd had a few years to really settle in with the facts of it all, and walking back out of the Fade had certainly been a fact.

The Inquisitor reached up with her right hand and pushed the dragonhide leather of her sleeve up just enough to expose a bit of skin where it met with enchanted stone. The scarring was like lightning had gone up from the wound, following her veins-- but she didn't raise it very high. Just enough to show the sickly green, faint glow still under her skin.

"That green stuff's the residual Anchor. After a few years it destabilized and got... bad."

Considering the largely stoic woman actually flinched a little when she said it, 'bad' had to be a hell of an understatement.

"Its creator neutralized it, but by then there wasn't much arm left. Considering I was glowing out the eyes with this shit near the end, I'm probably pretty soaked through with it even if the main bit's gone. So if I seem a bit too morbidly interested in the Fade and lyrium and magic... my life's been revolving around all that for a while now. And it shows no signs of stopping being a required focus."

Fenris watched her motions with his large emerald eyes, confused at first. Not much of what Alleyana said made sense, but he listened nonetheless. Strange magics? Experimentations? These were things he understood well enough, if not a working knowledge, enough to know they were dangerous and often cost the lives of innocent bystanders. Like Alleyana and her arm, for instance.

"You called this...creation an 'Anchor'. An anchor for what?"

"The Veil, presumably," Alleyana slipped the edge of her sleeve back down into the bracer of her gauntlet again, over the stone. "It's what Corypheus called it and it stuck, although... I think Solas may have always just called it the mark, now that I think about it."

Huh.

Well, 'Anchor' worked just fine in her mind. It had certainly felt like one, dragging at crooked and damaged bones and sinew as it lit her on fire from within.

"You wanna go to a bar or something, if we're going to keep chatting? Feels weird having this kind of discussion standing around outside the Bay."

"And it...grants you power over the veil?" No one should have that power, if you asked Fenris. It seemed dangerous to even toy with. "Granted." It had, after all, been forcefully removed, or so he supposed.

He looked around at her comment, as though that thought hadn't even occurred to him and he nodded slightly. "If you prefer."

"To seal it back up, yes. Remember, it was torn wide open for a while in my time," Alleyana gestured vaguely up at the sky with her real hand, the other once again just held stiffly at her side. The craftsmanship was perfectly tuned, but she wasn't used to having that hand again just yet. The lack of sensory feedback made it easy to sort of forget it wasn't still the dragonbone bar, when she didn't actually need it.

The Inquisitor started walking along toward literally anywhere that wasn't basically the doorstep of the world.

"The person who was trying to get it meant to go into the Fade and up to the Black City... again. I just happened to grab it first, quite literally. It sucked me into the Fade and I came back out through one of the rifts."

Such a simplistic way to describe that chaotic start to everything.

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