#v; the apprentice

[dcspireclity]

(Magnomagus-janus)☸

The little apprentice was sleeping soundly in the other’s arms. He had been tired out from the events of the day; besides, after all, he is still a growing boy.

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Though one might assume the mages would collectively avoid the Circle’s small chapel, the reality was quite the opposite. Many of the Tower’s prisoners wandered to and from the place of faith. Some came to plead through prayer, to beg the Maker for forgiveness for whatever assumed sin had caused them to be ‘cursed’ with magic. Others came simply to find peace, looking some inner calm amidst the candlelight and constant murmur of the Chant. Treasa had come for neither reason nor anything similar; she had come to brood.

Not that it would appear that way to to most anyone observing her. Positioned as she was before the pulpit, most would believe her to be contemplating the statue of Andraste that stood behind it. In truth, she was glaring at it. Blue eyes stared into blank ones of cold stone as her lips resisted the urge to form an expression of disgust. She was caught up in thoughts of the life and loved ones that the Chantry and Templars had taken, so caught up in fact that she did not notice when someone approached her. When the other’s words finally made it through her fog of resentment, she turned around in surprise.

“What--Oh, Nimia. I apologize, my mind was...elsewhere. Was there something you needed?”

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" The whole place is locked down-- - I checked.  If anyone gets in, its your problem. "  Winter muttered quietly, looking down at the knife in his hand.  " Where is our target?  Sir said twenty  hours.  It's been fifteen."

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“If you are here to tell me to leave, I have permission to be in the library after curfew.”

[nochampions]

v; the apprentice

Dragon Age: Adulthood

Age: 18 - 23

Class: Warrior / Mage

Specialization: Two-Handed / Primal and Spirit

Now something of a veteran to the road, Garrett has taken what he can from the Crimson Oars and works jobs that they forward to him. In the mean time, Garrett has made it his mission to become the best warrior he possibly can, and has gone in search of mentors. Specifically someone to teach him the art of blood magic. Applies to "A Forgotten Son."

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Treasa stood alone in the special practice area of the Tower’s Apprentice Quarters. Jowan was usually with her but lately he had begun training more on his own, leaving the redhead by herself. Not that she minded, smiling as fire danced from her fingertips, taking comfort in what the Chantry tried so hard to make her fear.

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"Can I help you?"