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[fuckyou_chorus]

[There is no sunrise today. The only light comes from Camp's buildings, and it seems flashlights are still banned.

On the doors to the Mess Hall and the library are other notes:

It hoards.]

[Camp is in permanent night-time mode! Characters who usually can't go out during daylight hours can now venture forth AT ALL TIMES, WOWWWW. Those who

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[fistingthing]

[There is a set of eyes shining with green light, and they are coming in your direction. From their distance off the ground, whatever they belong to must be as large as a person.]

[What do you do?]

(ooc: open to jumping by anyone!)

[fistingthing]

I am no mage. [There's an entire world of scorn in that one word.] But the markings that were inflicted upon me by one have their uses.

[Sure enough, there's a glow starting across his body; the dim white lines on his chin and bare arms, across the tops of his unshod feet and on his palms are the most noticable, flickering with blue-white light that increases steadily in intensity, but they are joined by more and more lines across his entire body, shining even through his armour, until his entire form is glowing nicely, a living torch in the darkness. The snow increases the range of the light, reflecting it even further.]

If there is aught in the darkness, perhaps it will be drawn to the light - or perhaps it will flee, and if it does not, at least you may see it soon enough for your bow to be of use.

[redemption_fail]

*tries to be polite about it and not edge away from you*

There's no magic of that sort in my world. But the light should help.

[fistingthing]

And very little in mine. Mages may produce light, but lyrium warriors such as myself are rare indeed. Still, my 'job' in this encampment is to provide light when there is none. I suppose it is best if I occasionally fulfill it, lest it decide to inflict something upon me in retaliation.

[redemption_fail]

. . . It sounds like a more useful counselor title. But do they actually make you talk to the "teenagers at risk"?

[fistingthing]

I have not been forced to do so. Fortunate, as I am scarcely a fit advisor.

[redemption_fail]

It came with a threatening note too . . .

[fistingthing]

Well, you may fulfill it or not, as you see fit, and accept whatever consequences may follow. Since we are not paid for our jobs, I see little reason beyond placation of whatever spirit infects this place to actually perform them.

[redemption_fail]

. . . So the counselors are employed here without payment?

[Even before the Magna Carta, that sounds wrong . . .]

[fistingthing]

You sound surprised. Slavery is not common where you come from, then?

[redemption_fail]

I thought things changed in the future.

[Mainly because of some idiot with idealistic ideas . . . ]

I was an outlaw after . . . disagreeing with my employers.

[fistingthing]

Then we have something in common, of a sort.

[redemption_fail]

You're a wanted elf? I tried to kill the regent.

[fistingthing]

Yes, you could say that. Though for the first time in years it is not me our pursuers are after, but it amounts to the same, as no one will take Hawke without first going through my corpse. I presume your regent deserved it? Or that you believe he did, at the least.

[redemption_fail]

He was a fickle schemer with both eyes on the throne and he was playing us all against each other.

*but as that had been done in a fit of temper . . .*

. . . But it would have been ruinous if I had succeeded.

[fistingthing]

The destruction of a ruler often is, even when they are incompetent or undeserving.