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[keenly]

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[sulahnan]

So... an Abomination has two deaths at its center. The mage, and the Spirit.

[ It wouldn't be too out of place to put a far out, dude next. ]

[keenly]

[Colin’s eyes widen.]

You’re right. Huh. Sort of. Usually I think the demon’s already a demon by then. Still a death. There needs to be a lot more research on spirits. See how to keep it from happening.

[sulahnan]

[ Athessa nods the entire time that he speaks. ]

Yep, yep, that's what I'm saying! We gotta learn more, because I bet the Chantry is suppressing information that mages are "allowed" to know. Just like they're limiting what non-mages know about mages and magic to keep 'em scared. There should be new discoveries and theories all the time.

[keenly]

There are. The Chantry just suppresses the ones they don't want getting out. Like when we found out there was a cure for Tranquility and the Seekers tried to kill everyone who knew.

[sulahnan]

[ All Chantries Are Bastards! ]

Ugh! It's not fair. [ That ugh is punctuated by a little impotent flail of her limbs, after which she settles and frowns at the sky. ]

[keenly]

It isn't, [he agrees.] It's stupid. I understand why they do it with mages, but why do they do it with elves?

[sulahnan]

'Cos we don't believe in the Maker, I guess, and that puts us outside of their control. It's like they don't give a shit that Andraste loved Shartan like a brother.

[keenly]

...Who's Shartan?

[sulahnan]

Are you—

[ Athessa struggles to right herself with some more flailing limbs, eventually pushing herself to sit cross-legged but still backwards on the deck chair. ]

—Are you serious? They don't even teach you about Shartan? The Liberator? He was burned at the stake alongside Andraste, and they don't even teach anybody about him?

[keenly]

Um.

[Colin looks very uncomfortable now.]

He might have got mentioned. But he also might not. They say all sorts about how all mages are equal in the Circle, but...no. Don't want any elves getting any ideas.

[sulahnan]

Ffffffucking Chantry fucks.

[ Where the heck is that joint? Wherever it is, she gets it and takes in a lungful before explaining. Way more calmly. Sorry, Col. ]

Shartan rose up and led a small army of elven slaves in rebellion against Tevinter, around the same time as Andraste. They joined forces and fought together, and Andraste named Shartan her champion. He and his army tried to save her when she was betrayed and tied to the stake, but they were all killed and he was burned with her.

[keenly]

...So an elf did the exact same thing as Andraste and suffered the exact same punishment. It's no wonder I'd never heard of him.

[sulahnan]

Yeah. Andraste promised the freed elven slaves the Dales as their new homeland, and her sons upheld the bargain, but then the Chantry started sending missionaries. Templars, too, when the missionaries were turned away.

[ She tosses her hands in the air, fed-up with this shit, the gesture says.]

[keenly]

And then the Exalted March. Which. Only the Orlesian chantries participated in that, but once it was part of history, the rest of the Chantry had to pretend it was holy instead of just...a land grab.

[sulahnan]

[ She compresses her lips into a straight line and nods. ]

And so the only good elves are city elves because they assimilated, and the ones who didn't surrender are the wild elves that eat children and hang people from the treetops by their ears.

[keenly]

Pretty much.

[Colin takes a sip of the wine he'd poured for them both.]

They always talked about how everyone is equal in the Circle. No class, plenty of elven First Enchanters, even the Grand Enchanter is an elf. But somehow, all the really bad things that happened never happened to people with important families. Just poor people and elves.

[sulahnan]

[ She makes an inarticulate noise of agreement and frustration at the state of things, and then simply lets the mutual distaste for the Chantry sit for a few moments.

Then, she starts giggling to herself, like a fool laughing at her own joke. ]

[keenly]

What?

[sulahnan]

I just thought — [ more snickering ] — I just thought about elves calling humans brother, and about you being my brother, but if anything I'd be Shartan, making you — [ hehehehehehe ] — making you Andraste.

[ add that to the list of potential Satinalia costumes ]

[keenly]

[A snort. A giggle. Then Colin is chuckling along with her.]

That would have made for a very different religion.

[sulahnan]

Very different. But I bet you could pull off the look.

[keenly]

On fire?

[sulahnan]

[ She full-on cackles, and snorts, and waves her hands in front of her face like they might ferry more air into her lungs that way. ]

No, the [ wheeze ] The crown and shit.

[keenly]

[More chuckling.]

No, it would mess up my hair. That's crown enough.

[sulahnan]

Naaah. She wears that...thing. The like...sheet. Over her head, right?