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[ The elf on the camera is bristling, cast in the blue firelight of the Fire district. His hair is oddly bright white, as are the almost-glowing lines that trail down his chin and neck, and disappear into the collar of his armor. Over one shoulder is the absolutely massive hilt of a sword, which looks comically out of proportion with him. Fenris had finally figured his device out, but it involved a lot of making a fool of himself in front of the Kedan, which he does Not Look Pleased about.

The effect of his otherwise withering glare is somewhat undermined by the fact that he opens his mouth to speak but compulsively twitches his head to the side to stare over one shoulder for a few moments, paranoid about things lurking in the shadows. He wets his lips when he finally looks back, suspicion and unease written across his pointed features before he schools them into a sneer again. ]

I am not a mage-- [ he practically spits the word, what a pleasant first impression he's making here ] but even I can see that this is not the Fade. In Between, they say. Bah. What nonsense.

[ In fact while he's at it let him just stare distastefully down his nose at the thing in his hands. "Technology?" Unlikely. By its strange glow and stranger capabilities, it is totally obviously something far worse!! ] This place reeks of magic all the same. And I wonder who has suffered to make it so? Magic comes with a cost. It always comes with a cost.

Whoever did this will reap what they've sown. I should like to be as far away as I can be when that day comes.

[ooc: Please don't reply with text!! Fenris is illiterate and kinda ashamed about it, so he would just skip over text replies without saying anything in order to save face.]

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[ sup bb he's here fur u. it's cool, it's not racist when you say it ] I do. [ A short wry smirk. Omfg does he know Dean. And threatened so much violence on him, p much. BUT W/E HE STARTED IT OKAY. ] He'd happily see us lynched for what we are alone.

Well, it is at least familiar, I suppose. [ SUPER COMFORTING

actually it kind of is because the super polite Kedan are throwing him the hell off he's not used to not being sneered at ]

Refreshing, almost, to have one so openly hostile.

[ And just a slow smile, because maybe he's a lil bit cray and maybe he likes being cray at Dean/in his presence ] I like killing his kind best.

[ Well if Iorveth is crazy then Fenris is no better because he accidentally lets out a low chuckle at that. He just.

Sorta finds it attractive.

NOT HIS FAULT OK. He should hate Hawke and his veins full of magic, when when he comes back covered in the blood of Tevinter slavers Fenris just-

Ahem. ] I would imagine it to be satisfying.

[ Oh... smile. You're the first one okay with him violently murdering humans and it's pretty excellent.

fhjdksa fenris, bless ur brain. bless ur fucked up brain. ]

I find it relaxing. Therapeutic, even.

Mm. [ A low grumbly, noise in his low, grumbly voice. ] I feel the same of slavers.

[ Slavers. Hm, that's new. And very specific. ] Do you have much experience with them?

[ Whatever warmth had been there flees Fenris' expression and his lips press together. ] Considerable experience, yes.

[ Oops, touchy subject. Noted. ] They're by far off of those I'd suffer to live, but there isn't as large a population of them in the Northern Kingdoms. [ Or maybe they just tend to run any time Iorveth enters an area because he'll drag them behind a horse 8|a hmmm ]

Then you are lucky. The other kingdoms in the North of Thedas pretend at emancipation, but more slaves in the Tevinter Imperium come from their lands than from Tevinter itself. [ Alright that's a slight exaggeration but HE'S JUST A TAD BITTER ABOUT IT.

See Anders, real actual slaves, not mages in comfortable, tall circles getting well fed and even more well educated and being forced to do not a single moment of hard labor in their lives. ]

[ No, bb, be all of the bitter. ABSORB THE BITTER. ITS TOTALLY GOOD FOR YOU 8| And there's a derisive snort here. ] Not lucky. Diligent.

[ Just in a totally mild tone: ]

The slavers I've met I tied to the back of a cart and dragged until they stopped screaming. [ A moment to blink before he shrugs. ] Though I am mildly impressed that the majority of humanity has finally come to frown upon the practice.

[ Stahp Iorveth you're making Fenris' angry little heart skip and flutter. ] They were soured on it when they were conquered and enslaved themselves, I imagine. Magisters care little for the shape of ears.

[ A pause, and Fenris wets his lips, casting a glance over his opposite shoulder. He'd been so caught up in conversation that he briefly forgot to be paranoid. ] And here, are there many?

Turning on each other like beasts? [ Lol called it. He's jussayin. Humans suck.

Though, there's a pause and a squint here, because wow way to be obviously nervous about this, broski. And he'll lean in a bit in a pretty obviously assessing manner. ] None. There isn't a need to worry. [ Because you look worried bro :| ]

No one is safe from a Magister's thirst for power. Least of all their own. [ Look, Fenris needs to be talked into hating all humans rather than just the magical ones. SOME OF THEM ARE SO HOT IORVETH IT'S NOT FAIR.

Either way, he looks back to the device sharply at Iorveth's words, a little frown of discontent edging in on the corners of his scowl. ] I'm not-- [ Oh, what's the use. He lets out a puff of breath, frustrated with himself. He just got done with Hadriana, and nothing in the world would be better proof that Danarius wasn't done hunting him, even after all these years. ] You're certain? None. [ This is important ok!! ]

And a Magister is what? [ Srsly wtf is that word, he doesn't have those. His analogy for the Roman Empire is different than yours.

O-Oh. That's new. Maybe he'll ask about that when there's more alcohol in both of them, but prying isn't really a thing he does in every day conversation unless there's a real need to. And in that case he calls it 'punching people until they tell him what he wants to know'. A short exhale and he lets it go. ] None that I know of. Should you find one, I would be more than happy to lend you a cart and rope to take care of them.

[ Well, the word has a literal meaning as well, but that's hardly what he's asking. ] It is what mages call themselves when they are in a position of power. [ A pause. ] Senators, usually. Or teachers of their blighted art. The rich and the powerful among them.

[ He shifts from foot to foot and the video wobbles, before focusing and nodding, some of that mean-spirited amusement finding its way back. Iorveth you know just what to say. ] Ha. That's a generous offer if I've ever heard one.

[ That was almost the Northern Kingdoms, had the Lodge's plans not been uncovered. His skin crawls at the thought of Phillipa Eilhart ruling a kingdom. ] And there are none to keep them in check?

[ Sorcercesses are powerful and he's well aware how formidable one with political power as well would be. And oh bb, anything fur u~ He gives a gracious nod ] Simply a common day's work for what I occupied myself with in my realm.

In other kingdoms, but not in Tevinter. [ A derisive sneer crosses his face. ] Those who are tasked with controlling them are merely their puppets, the laws are twisted and ignored to suit their needs.

[ He wets his lip, scrutinizing the elf on his screen. ] You are part of a resistance? [ The Fog Warriors were similar, in that way. Similar and glorious. ]

My kingdom was almost the same. Their plots were unveiled before they came to fruition. [ It's a little hard to say 'fortunately' as much as he's glad Phillipa had her eyes gouged and the Lodge would never be trusted again, but the massacre that followed... he's not seen a lot of things worse than that. ] It was not a good time to be a magic user afterwords.

[ A short nod. ] I've been an officer in the Scoia'tael for the last century. We took to killing the special task forces that would seek us out. [ Well that and being a super terrorist. There's a small smirk here ] And the occasional execution of human kings.

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