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At the first retort, Rience huffed and closed his hand, extinguishing the flame. The man didn't seem to like the idea that he wasn't intimidating the magister, and it was plastered all across his face in an ugly sneer.

Rience opened his mouth as though he intended to say something witty right back at Dorian after the comment about the "fun places" during the short pause, but he huffed while Dorian continued to elaborate. "I don't need to go to a brothel." He hissed, his hand looking as though he was beginning to tremble slightly in anger. Apparently someone didn't like when things didn't go his way. "Will you just shut your mouth now? I could kill you in an instant if I wanted to."

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“I must say that necromancy does not scare me.” Hissed Rience, who wore a dark hood over his head. Beneath his hood he had long black hair, and eyes that looked almost permanently moist, as though he had always just finished crying. The most notable feature, though, was that his face was horribly scarred, as though he had been burned.

The mage held out a hand with his palm upwards, forming a flame in the center of the palm that emitted a dull glow. The simple feat was not particularly impressive, but it did the job at showing that the mage at least had a trick or two up his sleeve.

     “Ooh, fire, I’m so impressed.” Dorian remarked sarcastically. The man’s figure did stand out to him. With his rather spooky appearance of a hood and dark hair, he would almost fit right into Tevinter society. But the man’s scar… He had clearly seen on trouble of his own. And not learned the lesson, it seemed.

     “What do you want? You’ll not get it, of course, but I’d like to know if this is worth it at all.” He said, chin raised slightly as if to unconsciously seem bigger.

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“Then I hope you are finding things out of your comfort, though I hope they’re not too far out of it. I’m afraid there are quite a few things here that could cause people to grow uncomfortable.”

Borch couldn’t help but smirk at Dorian’s reaction to the mention of the dragon. “I’m surprised you haven’t heard of the bounty. It seems like just about every fool in the country has tried to come and claim it for themselves. A few knights who thought they could take a dragon on their own, dwarf mercenaries, mages.. of course none of them seem to have done the job.”

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“Simply traveling?” Borch folded his arms over his chest and glanced over to Dorian again, a curious glint in his eyes. “I suppose this is not a horrible place to travel through, though the people here keep insisting that it is quite dangerous.” The man sighed quietly, though he didn’t entirely look troubled. It was clear, however, that something was on his mind.

“You’re not the first mage I’ve heard of that has come through here recently. It isn’t common for mages to come around here.. I assumed that you must have come for the same reason that they have.” He said, furrowing his brows slightly as he looked back to the rain. “I’m quite surprised that you didn’t come for the bounty on the dragon.”

     “I’m used to much different surroundings to be sure, but I think it wise to learn of things outside my normalcy. And comfort.” Dorian explained. These might end up being his new circumstances, after all. He couldn’t see himself going back to Tevinter any time soon, not with his father ready to use blood magic on him.

     “That reason being..?” Dorian questioned with a quirk of his brow, only for thos brows to rise in surprise at the man’s further words. “Excuse me, a dragon? No, I must say I’m not here for such a thing. I’d not even heard of this bounty. Are these mages sane? Dragons aren’t known for being easy to take down.”

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Degerlund huffed and folded his arms over his chest, his eyes peering into Dorian like he was mud beneath his boot. It seemed that perhaps Degerlund did not think the same way that Dorian did about the other's words. If anything, he just seemed to look just as offended that Dorian didn't seem to totally be against him for his words. "More allies? You won't get many of those speaking to everyone you don't entirely trust like they're an enemy. Unfortunately, a little faith might be needed."

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“I think you have quite the attitude today, Dorian.” Degerlund tsked at him and shook his head, though he didn’t actually seem to appear put off by Dorian’s remarks. “Maybe an adjustment would suit you. You know, I don’t like it when people are rude to me.” He threatened, but he spoke as though the conversation was not tense, like he was speaking to an old friend.

     “Many would say I have an attitude most days. As is the stereotype. But sometimes, we fit into those.” Dorian replied with a sigh. He was certainly put off by the man, but he hadn’t actually done anything to offend or harm him, perhaps he should be a bit kinder to the other man. “Your threat amuses me, but I shall acquiesce. I’m not actively looking to make enemies. If anything, I need more allies. I apologize for my rude behavior, though I will resend that apology should you prove to be a fiend.” Still, he wouldn’t let his guard down.

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"I think you have quite the attitude today, Dorian." Degerlund tsked at him and shook his head, though he didn't actually seem to appear put off by Dorian's remarks. "Maybe an adjustment would suit you. You know, I don't like it when people are rude to me." He threatened, but he spoke as though the conversation was not tense, like he was speaking to an old friend.

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“I think you know rather well what I am implying, scion of House Pavus.” Sorel Degerlund spoke each word with as much sarcasm as he could muster. “I’m not quite sure playing stupid is an approach that is believable from you, Dorian. Besides, it probably feels horrible for your ego, doesn’t it?

     Dorian crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes at Sorel’s retort. Of course this man had to be a match for his sarcasm. “I was hoping you’d be a gentleman and realize I wished not to talk about the subject, but I thought if you too highly, it seems.” It was rude, yes, but only in response to the other man’s own rude attitude. Besides, Dorian had no respect for someone who slept their way into power.

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"I think you know rather well what I am implying, scion of House Pavus." Sorel Degerlund spoke each word with as much sarcasm as he could muster. "I'm not quite sure playing stupid is an approach that is believable from you, Dorian. Besides, it probably feels horrible for your ego, doesn't it?

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"Simply traveling?" Borch folded his arms over his chest and glanced over to Dorian again, a curious glint in his eyes. "I suppose this is not a horrible place to travel through, though the people here keep insisting that it is quite dangerous." The man sighed quietly, though he didn't entirely look troubled. It was clear, however, that something was on his mind.

"You're not the first mage I've heard of that has come through here recently. It isn't common for mages to come around here.. I assumed that you must have come for the same reason that they have." He said, furrowing his brows slightly as he looked back to the rain. "I'm quite surprised that you didn't come for the bounty on the dragon."

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Borch did not seem to be discouraged by Dorian’s sigh, simply shaking his head while the smile remained on his face. The little fire reflected light off of his face, adding to the warm glow of his apparent happiness.

“You don’t seem like someone who has much difficulty casting spells while wet.” said the man, eyeing the fire as though he had no concern for if Dorian could be a threat or not. It was as though the idea of a mage coming straight over to him and holding fire in his hands was not an issue at all, even though he claimed he had not seen a mage in quite some time.

“I believe it’s quite barbaric too,” admitted Borch, tearing his eyes away from the fire to look out into the rain. “I’ve known quite a few of those outcast mages..” he said, almost as though he was recounting a distant memory. “Hm.. but what is a mage like you doing here, then? I can’t imagine you came to enjoy the weather.”

     “No. I’m cut from a different cloth than others, I suppose.” Dorian replied nonchalantly. He came from a long line of powerful mages on both sides of his family. His father’s side held an ancestor that had invented a device to bring the dead back to life ( though, not quite the ideal way ). His mother’s side tied directly to those who could enter the fade without the use of blood magic. As much as he loathed the culture of breeding for the ideal offspring, it had granted him some boons.

     Dorian raised a brow at the man’s response, not expecting even a slightly favorable view of mages outside of Tevinter. “No, I’m definitely not here for sightseeing.” Dorian said, allowing himself a small chuckle. “…I suppose you could say I’m simply traveling. I’ve never left my homeland before, I thought it time to see a bit outside of it is all.” Not a lie, but not quite the whole truth either. He had run from home for his own safety, his father resorting to blood magic to try to make him into the perfect little scion. But he wasn’t exactly shouting that truth around.

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"What do I want?" Rience tilted his head like a curious dog, looking Dorian up and down, as though assessing his next move. "A bit of information never hurt.. though the process of getting it will probably hurt quite a lot." He said slowly, continuing to hold the flame in the palm of his hand.

"A little bird told me that you're of some import. You don't make it very hard to tell, either. Not a good idea in a place like this, magister. You never know who might be watching."

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“I must say that necromancy does not scare me.” Hissed Rience, who wore a dark hood over his head. Beneath his hood he had long black hair, and eyes that looked almost permanently moist, as though he had always just finished crying. The most notable feature, though, was that his face was horribly scarred, as though he had been burned.

The mage held out a hand with his palm upwards, forming a flame in the center of the palm that emitted a dull glow. The simple feat was not particularly impressive, but it did the job at showing that the mage at least had a trick or two up his sleeve.

     “Ooh, fire, I’m so impressed.” Dorian remarked sarcastically. The man’s figure did stand out to him. With his rather spooky appearance of a hood and dark hair, he would almost fit right into Tevinter society. But the man’s scar… He had clearly seen on trouble of his own. And not learned the lesson, it seemed.

     “What do you want? You’ll not get it, of course, but I’d like to know if this is worth it at all.” He said, chin raised slightly as if to unconsciously seem bigger.

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I started reading A Game of Thrones and at this point I feel like I should have been taking notes.

I feel like I walked into a class two weeks late and I'm trying to catch up and they're just throwing out terms and names like I'm supposed to understand.

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Borch did not seem to be discouraged by Dorian's sigh, simply shaking his head while the smile remained on his face. The little fire reflected light off of his face, adding to the warm glow of his apparent happiness.

"You don't seem like someone who has much difficulty casting spells while wet." said the man, eyeing the fire as though he had no concern for if Dorian could be a threat or not. It was as though the idea of a mage coming straight over to him and holding fire in his hands was not an issue at all, even though he claimed he had not seen a mage in quite some time.

"I believe it's quite barbaric too," admitted Borch, tearing his eyes away from the fire to look out into the rain. "I've known quite a few of those outcast mages.." he said, almost as though he was recounting a distant memory. "Hm.. but what is a mage like you doing here, then? I can't imagine you came to enjoy the weather."

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The man standing beneath the overhang glanced over to Dorian as he saw the man approaching, a small yet warm smile growing on his face. He seemed as though he had gotten damp himself from the rain, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all. His curly chestnut hair was sticking to his head a little, and his green jerkin that bore three black birds on the front had spots from the raindrops. Despite that, he didn’t seem to be phased by the weather. In fact, he appeared to have been admiring it before Dorian came over.

“I don’t believe I know when it’s supposed to stop. I’m afraid that I don’t control the weather.” He said, eyeing Dorian’s hands as he watched the mage’s little spell.

Further along the overhang were two women, who appeared quite muscular and wore swords on their sides, unlike the man who was standing near Dorian. They both looked to Dorian immediately, almost looking alarmed at the fire. But in one look and wave from the man, they turned and entered the building.

“That’s quite the spell you have there,” he commented, glancing up to Dorian’s face. He truly did look quite miserable in the rain, he thought. “I haven’t seen a mage in quite some time.”

     Dorian rolled his eyes at the man’s response; of course he’d come across someone so unhelpful and sarcastic. He sighed, turning back to the small fire in his hands, his silver eyes being highlighted in its glow.

     The man was clearly someone of some import, what with the two women by his side. Guards, likely, and obviously armed and capable. The man silently sent them inside, but Dorian wouldn’t let his guard down around this man. Older he may be, but he could still be quite capable and powerful.

     “Oh, this? It’s simple, really. The only difficulty is when the caster is wet.” Dorian replied nonchalantly, shrugging. “They’re quite common where I’m from. They’re the ruling class. But I know many places treat their mages like outcasts and outlaws. Quite barbaric, if you ask me.”

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"I must say that necromancy does not scare me." Hissed Rience, who wore a dark hood over his head. Beneath his hood he had long black hair, and eyes that looked almost permanently moist, as though he had always just finished crying. The most notable feature, though, was that his face was horribly scarred, as though he had been burned.

The mage held out a hand with his palm upwards, forming a flame in the center of the palm that emitted a dull glow. The simple feat was not particularly impressive, but it did the job at showing that the mage at least had a trick or two up his sleeve.

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Half of my time on here is spent blocking pornbots and I'm getting tired of it. I literally had to block 10 today. 10!!!!

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Reading people's RP rules like it's a syllabus

Like yes I have read everything and have not absorbed shit, therefor I will refer to it every time I breathe in your general direction.

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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The man standing beneath the overhang glanced over to Dorian as he saw the man approaching, a small yet warm smile growing on his face. He seemed as though he had gotten damp himself from the rain, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. His curly chestnut hair was sticking to his head a little, and his green jerkin that bore three black birds on the front had spots from the raindrops. Despite that, he didn't seem to be phased by the weather. In fact, he appeared to have been admiring it before Dorian came over.

"I don't believe I know when it's supposed to stop. I'm afraid that I don't control the weather." He said, eyeing Dorian's hands as he watched the mage's little spell.

Further along the overhang were two women, who appeared quite muscular and wore swords on their sides, unlike the man who was standing near Dorian. They both looked to Dorian immediately, almost looking alarmed at the fire. But in one look and wave from the man, they turned and entered the building.

"That's quite the spell you have there," he commented, glancing up to Dorian's face. He truly did look quite miserable in the rain, he thought. "I haven't seen a mage in quite some time."

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The secondhand embarrassment when Geralt started mansplaining (Witchersplaining?) dragons to Borch and Borch just had that face of, “Mhm, yes, please go on. :)” has scarred my soul but it’s also one of my favorite moments in The Hexer.