Thread: Splinters of Thedas (A Dragon Age RP) -- Mystearica x Rivine

Part 1 The Right of Annulment Ten years had passed. Ten years since the Warden-Commander, hero of Ferelden, had restored the throne to the rightful heir, fought back the Darkspawn, and the hero Loghain had regained his honor before the Archdemon. And though Ferelden had rebuilt, putting right what the Darkspawn had made wrong, the world shifted. Kirkwall became a rallying point, the place where all hell broke loose and the mages bucked the Templars and their Chantry en masse. The first stone had been cast, and a mighty stone it was, sending ripples all across Thedas. It had spread north before rippling southward. All the lands of the world stood poised on the edge of a true and bloody war... Kinloch Hold -- more colloquially known as the Circle Tower of Ferelden -- slept. All of the apprentices were to bed by this hour or at least, they were supposed to be, but even the most watchful eyes could not catch every young soul that sought out their fellows during the night for whatever reason, and only the more focused mages were up at this hour -- researching, studying, preparing papers or arguing Circle politics in some misbegotten and smoke-filled corner of the Tower. Dagna was one such enterprising soul, though hardly a mage. She was, in fact, a dwarf -- magicless by nature, though definitely not by choice. She adored that part of their world, made inaccessible to her through a quirk of genetics and, were it not for the Warden-Commander all those years ago when she was but a lass of thirteen, Orzammar's frowning upon such things. But here she was! A student of the Circle, invited there personally by the First Enchanter, and a constant prowler of the library on the first floor of the tower. Let us see... dragonstone... would that be under 'D' for dragon, or 'R' for reagent? Dagna was mumbling to herself as she grabbed hold tight to the side of the bookshelf. With a mighty push the stocky woman rocketed across the front of the bookshelf, the oiled wheels on the wondrous ladder sliding with nary a squeak across the stone flooring. Ah! Ah! The History and Uses of Dragonstone ! Dagna said, grabbing hold tight to the edge of the bookshelf as she overshot the book she wanted and whose title she barely glimpsed. She rolled to a halt, before sloooowly dragging herself back toward the leatherbound tome. She plucked it from the shelf at he same time as she heard the great doors of the tower open -- they were heavy and perhaps not as well-attended to as one might hope, and were all the more notable for that. Curious, Dagna began to slide down the ladder with the heavy book under one robed arm before she wandered over to the door of the library. She could hear voices from beyond --up to the First Enchanter! I'll go to the dormitories! It sounded like Felen, one of the younger mages. The young mage burst through the doors of the library, tailed by one of her friends -- an elf by the name of Sollochar. Upon spotting the dwarf, the former stopped in her tracks. Felen! What's happening? Dagna asked. I-it's the Templars. They've sealed off the docks and a HUGE ship is coming over the lake. I-I think that something bad is about to happen, Felen said, quickly running past Dagna with the elf in her wake. Dagna's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly set the book down on one of the study tables, swiftly running to the heavy door that had been left open. The Templar guards had left their station, but she could see that there was a crowd gathering down by the dock, many men holding torches as a ship came over the water, with a flag only barely visible through the night mists -- the flag of the Chantry and the Templar order. There was only one reason for such an influx of Templars, one she was aware of only through research -- reinforcements for the Chantry's Right of Annulment.