greece ♔ there's something burning and rolling in me

[unhand]

bad boyfriend - garbage

WHO || Zaihne, Hawke, Thoster, Mars, Hook, Faith [closed]
WHAT || The Knights sail to Greece to deal with a threat from the deeps.
WHERE || Greece
WHEN || Fall 2016
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Killian sad sailor friend has long fled, assuming his wife is long dead, but the Knights have come to find out the truth and discover what exactly the skum are doing with these villagers and stop it. Because it is definitely horrifying.

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[moonheart]

You knew a pirate queen? [ her eyes light up at the words ] Talk about hashtag-goals.

[hawkeing]

Well, she'd like to think she was. [ she remembers barely anything about isabela, but that definitely rings true. ] Hashtag?

[moonheart]

Yeah, it's how you categorize stuff on social media, so people can find it better or whatever. I mean, really, they're mostly for fun.

[hawkeing]

See, I'm still trying to understand this social media thing. We don't have much of anything like it except Chantry boards or vandalism or whatever signs or notes you leave around. Letters? But those don't get seen by many people.

[ forgive her for still trying to understand the media part, too. ]

[moonheart]

Oh right. Shadow World. Well, I mean, it's more like magic, I suppose. You had magic, right?

[hawkeing]

I think that may be the first time someone's asked a mage if they had magic. [ forgive her, faith. this is amusing to her. ] Then again, I was an apostate, so most people probably assumed I didn't until Kirkwall.

[moonheart]

An apostate?

[hawkeing]

Oh Maker, [ she sighs dramatically. she keeps forgetting that she has to explain all of this to everyone here. ] Mages in Thedas are usually... feared and for a long time in most places any known mage was taken to live in a Circle with other mages. If you hid your magic and lived as normal a life as possible, you were an apostate. An illegal mage.

[ that's the short of it anyway. ]

Then again, the Circles all fell recently, so technically we're all apostates now.

[moonheart]

Wait. Who ran these Circles or whatever?

[hawkeing]

A knight-commander and their band of merry templars, who are leashed to the chantry.

[ which probably makes no sense, either. she rubs at her forehead for a second. ]

Religious centers, I think they might be called here. Templars served the chantry by keeping mages in line. I hear some Circles actually had freedom, but most were prisons. The one in Kirkwall was... one of the worst by the time it fell. Its location was in the Gallows, the prison tower from when Kirkwall was the height of the slave trade in the old Imperium. I'm sure you don't need me to spell out how bad it was.

[moonheart]

I can't believe people put up with that. That's garbage.

[hawkeing]

Ever heard of fear-mongering? That's what it was.

[ not that she's arguing that it's garbage, because it definitely is. welcome to thedas, faith. most things are garbage. ]

Most of the population of Thedas has always been afraid of mages. The Circles were arguably for our protection, but they were just ways to keep us locked away so the rest of the world could sleep at night.

[ don't get her started on this. there's a whole debate about mages and what happens when they get pushed into a corner and all that. ]

[moonheart]

That's exactly the kind of thing we fight against here. Too bad there weren't Knights in Thedas, huh?

[hawkeing]

They might have gotten twisted the way the templars did, [ hawke points out. but then she shrugs. ] Clearly the answer is that we all need to go back in time and spread rumors that mages will fix all your ills and make the world sparkling and wonderful.

[ if she knew what a glitterbomb was, she would be suggesting one right now. ]

[moonheart]

Maybe things will get better there.

[hawkeing]

[ hawke shrugs, not getting her hopes up. she's never really been the type to think the best of people or events. but if it happens, she's fine with that. ]

Only way to go is up?

[moonheart]

Exactly. [ with that, she hops down from her perch ]