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seeks_truthCassandra was not fond of her current assignment - least of all because the Seekers themselves had gone chasing after blood mages, making an actual difference in the world. But that had been the case for some time: she had not understood this... pilgrimage to the ancient training grounds of the Seekers to begin with. Therinfal Redoubt was a ruin, and Ferelden a backwater.
She hoped that once these missions were complete, they would return to Orlais.
As it stood, she and another Seeker-in-training had to find this former apostate's lair and secure it, to ensure no maleficar could make use of whatever magical artifacts remained. It had proven to be an unpleasant march through swamps for the past two hours or so, but she was determined to accomplish her mission. "The sooner we are done with this foolishness, the better," she muttered.
Her compatriot reached out and brushed aside some bushes that were in their way--
--and suddenly he was hurled backwards into the swamp, his armor icing over.
"Apostates!" Cassandra snarled, hurling herself through the newly-opened entrance.
Well, one apostate, as it turned out. The woman was holding on to her staff, still glowing white, as she fidgeted desperately with a vial. Clearly whatever was in this vial was important. Cassandra could not let her use it.
"Drop that immediately!"
The woman popped open the vial and drew a hasty circle with it around herself. A spell circle? No. This could not be allowed. With a cry, Cassandra launched herself forward again, her sword in hand. If she could knock over this mage before her circle was complete...
...she struck the mage shoulder-first, knocking her out of the circle. In that, she was successful. But she had overreached, thrown off her own balance. She went stumbling within the circle, and then her foot caught on the vial, and she fell...
...and the world went an odd white with square edges. A door? she wondered fuzzily, and then it was all she knew.
[[ establishy. ]]
She hoped that once these missions were complete, they would return to Orlais.
As it stood, she and another Seeker-in-training had to find this former apostate's lair and secure it, to ensure no maleficar could make use of whatever magical artifacts remained. It had proven to be an unpleasant march through swamps for the past two hours or so, but she was determined to accomplish her mission. "The sooner we are done with this foolishness, the better," she muttered.
Her compatriot reached out and brushed aside some bushes that were in their way--
--and suddenly he was hurled backwards into the swamp, his armor icing over.
"Apostates!" Cassandra snarled, hurling herself through the newly-opened entrance.
Well, one apostate, as it turned out. The woman was holding on to her staff, still glowing white, as she fidgeted desperately with a vial. Clearly whatever was in this vial was important. Cassandra could not let her use it.
"Drop that immediately!"
The woman popped open the vial and drew a hasty circle with it around herself. A spell circle? No. This could not be allowed. With a cry, Cassandra launched herself forward again, her sword in hand. If she could knock over this mage before her circle was complete...
...she struck the mage shoulder-first, knocking her out of the circle. In that, she was successful. But she had overreached, thrown off her own balance. She went stumbling within the circle, and then her foot caught on the vial, and she fell...
...and the world went an odd white with square edges. A door? she wondered fuzzily, and then it was all she knew.
[[ establishy. ]]
