the manifesto

My name is Anders. If you're in need of healing, look for the lit lantern in Darktown. Otherwise, I'm just trying to survive. By any means possible. played by max for a dragon age rp.

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[[OOC: uhhhhey I'm back]]

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[[OOC: I've been busy over Christmas, and now I'm moving house - I'll try and keep up but I'll be busy until around the 10th at the latest! - Anders, Loghain & Fiona]]

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Justice is a dish best served via dodgy potions.

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“You don’t think I’d let you come to a place like this alone, do you? Honestly, that’d just be bad character.”

Hawke attempts a small smile in the face of Anders’ unrest. It’s clear that his overall conditions have only been deteriorating more and more by the day, and he doesn’t like to think of where the former warden’s personal hell will spiral if it’s not curbed. But that’s what they’re here to take care of, right?

He certainly hopes so, though naturally he has his doubts.

“Let’s just hope there hasn’t been another collapsed-wall-induced swarm since last time.”

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"Now, the fauna of the Marches wouldn't want to make it too easy for you," Anders prods, smiling faintly before taking steps to the mine entrance and descending, using his staff to help him keep his footing. Justice helps him avoid catching his foot on a rock he doesn't notice, and for the first time in a good many days he's grateful for the spirit's wary consciousness.

"The drakestone is like - like melted silver on the ground, that's how the deposits look," he intones thoughtlessly, searching for something relevant to fill the silence. "I get enough scrapings, and then I can combine it later with the sela petrae and the things I already have and..."

He shrugs, very lightly, peering about in the gloom as they emerge into a more open section of mine. "Boom. We can be freed." But it's a last resort, Anders reminds himself. What he'll make with these ingredients, it's a last resort, a desperate motion.

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Justice is a dish best served via dodgy potions.

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These mines have never appealed much to Hawke either; in the kindest terms, he doesn’t think anyone particularly likes them at all. With each new infestation or massacre, over time he’s come to think the locals have had every reason to saturate the place in superstition, though he won’t vocalize this.

There are things that need his attention more than half-baked folklore, especially now, he notes as he makes his way up toward the cave entrances. Anders is there waiting for him; he’s expected no less.

“Anders? I’d think with the weather chilled, you’d put on another layer or two. You look cold.”

Hawke imagines the mage wants to get this over with just as quickly as he does. He’d rather avoid being here a moment longer than necessary, and he just hopes Anders hasn’t been waiting far too long for him.

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"I'm fine," he brushes off, although he isn't unhappy to have Hawke's concern, however small - it's simply that Anders has been far colder. He's swum across the lake of the Ferelden circle in full robes, after all. Even if he didn't have old Anderfels blood coursing through him, that sort of crap instills resistance in a man. 

He's tired more than cold. Sleep is what fills Anders's limited and precious free time, but there just isn't enough of it - sleep or free time. "I wouldn't want to risk a cloak clashing with my jacket," he quips, then steels himself with an unsteady grimace. "Let's get this over this. There'll be small deposits of Drakestone around the mine."

"Hopefully we won't encounter trouble, but our history says otherwise." Anders frowns, a deep expression that furrows his brows together over his amber eyes. "This is too important for me to die in the middle of, so, ah - thank you for coming."

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Justice is a dish best served via dodgy potions.

Anders can be an admittedly petty man at times. He came to the Bone Pit first because he doesn't admire the thought of trying to fight spiders and likely bandits in the blasted, Maker-forsaken stench of the sewers beneath Darktown, but it turns out it's just as putrid in the air here, wafting out of the mine caves. It's a different stink, though. A little more like death and despair and less like raw sewage.

Anders honestly can't tell what is preferable.

He leans heavily on his staff, fingers tight around the length of it, bracing himself against the wind that whistles up here. It's desolate, and empty. But Hawke should be here soon. And that means they can go in and find the Drakestone, and get back out just as quickly. Hopefully with as few questions as possible.

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andrfels replied to your post: Hawke, I find myself in need of your help. I wish to take a… precaution, regarding Justice. It’s a potion. I need some assistance getting some of the more difficult components.

It’s something that can stop him, should things take a turn for the worse. I would tell you more, but… I can no longer tell when he is listening to what I say.

… that’s… understandable. Frankly, if it’s getting to that point, I’m concerned. Very heavily.

What do we need to collect for this, then?

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It's in hand. This is just a precaution. Everyone I know has always warned me about Justice. I'm finally taking notice.

I need Drakestone, from the pits outside the city, and Sela Petrae from the sewers. I would make the journeys alone, but I don't know what dangers could be in either place. 

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I haven't seen Solona in a few days. I hope this isn't because of what we talked about.

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Oh, Maker, not again. My head hurts...

... And I wish Justice wouldn't keep moving things around my blasted clinic.

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Anders tells me to stay my temper when it comes to the companions of the one he follows around a lost child, but I am failing to see why I should with you. Have you not declared your dislike of the mages on many occasions? You are no better than a Templar; eager to see the imprisonment of us all.

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The Templars are a necessity. Without them, there would be mages running rampant. Do you have any idea what a free mage does? They talk to demons and torture innocents for sport. I’ve seen it firsthand; mages are monsters.

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I know a lost cause when I see one. The only way to silence your filth would be death. Perhaps it will come to you when this city is freed.

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Such is the hand I was dealt. If I could return to the Fade I would have long ago. But now I have a purpose to stay.

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Bah! You’re no better than a demon.

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I would advise against calling me such.

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If I saw any difference, I’d use a different term.

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Anders tells me to stay my temper when it comes to the companions of the one he follows around a lost child, but I am failing to see why I should with you. Have you not declared your dislike of the mages on many occasions? You are no better than a Templar; eager to see the imprisonment of us all.

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Such is the hand I was dealt. If I could return to the Fade I would have long ago. But now I have a purpose to stay.

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Bah! You’re no better than a demon.

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I would advise against calling me such.

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magesbane replied to your post: Anders does not seem to see that this clinic of…

Spirit, who are you to meddle in mortal affairs?

Who are you to question me?

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You don’t even belong here.

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Such is the hand I was dealt. If I could return to the Fade I would have long ago. But now I have a purpose to stay.

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As far as I understand it, the well-being of people is what your cause boils down to anyhow. Am I wrong?

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Yes.

The sick and the injured are not our responsibility.

[thefamilyscoundrel-deactivated2]

‘Our’ responsibility? You say this as though Anders isn’t allowed to make these sorts of decisions for himself.

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He shouldn't be. If he were not so stubborn we would have made a difference by this time.

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champion-of-kirkwall replied to your post: Anders does not seem to see that this clinic of…

… is wanting to give help to those in need of it not a form of justice in itself?

There are things more important. There is a cause we are here for. He distracts himself from it.

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As far as I understand it, the well-being of people is what your cause boils down to anyhow. Am I wrong?

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Yes.

The sick and the injured are not our responsibility.

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magesbane replied to your post: Anders does not seem to see that this clinic of...

Spirit, who are you to meddle in mortal affairs?

Who are you to question me?

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champion-of-kirkwall replied to your post: Anders does not seem to see that this clinic of...

… is wanting to give help to those in need of it not a form of justice in itself?

There are things more important. There is a cause we are here for. He distracts himself from it.

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Anders does not seem to see that this clinic of his hinders his vision. He cares too much for unimportant things.