History always repeated itself. Perhaps not precisely, but situations were similar enough that one could claim as much. Lioriley had seen corrupted mages and raging templars and abominations galore when she had been in Kinloch Hold before it fell - had escaped with only her life and the horror of the event ever present in the back of her mind as she searched for aid. Aid came eventually, her phylactery destroyed in the chaos, and she... free. As free as mages ever were, of course.
She thought of the templars in the tower often - Cullen more than others. Young and naive and bright, so willing to work with the mages instead of against them like the more jaded templars had at times. She liked Cullen, and she could only hope that, if he survived, the world had been kinder to him than his time in the tower had been.
He was a passing thought these days, so many years later, wandering through the wilds to quell the red templars and to fend off wild mages resorting to means she never would. Lioriley took no solace in the blood and chaos, but even she knew now that peace was infrequently an option. Demons were pouring from the breach, monsters claiming the land now in a far less contained way. The hold could have been purged - the entirety of Thedas? Less so. Hence why she was seeking to aid the Inquisitor; trudging all the way to Skyhold to offer her services as an antiquarian, historian and, well, another mage. One with first hand experience.
Something came up mid-recruitment. The Inquisitor hurriedly ushering her to the "Commander's" office door and insisting he could help her acclimate with a tour. Confused, but trusting the decision, Lioriley knocked on the door.
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Date: 2024-06-18 07:52 pm (UTC)She thought of the templars in the tower often - Cullen more than others. Young and naive and bright, so willing to work with the mages instead of against them like the more jaded templars had at times. She liked Cullen, and she could only hope that, if he survived, the world had been kinder to him than his time in the tower had been.
He was a passing thought these days, so many years later, wandering through the wilds to quell the red templars and to fend off wild mages resorting to means she never would. Lioriley took no solace in the blood and chaos, but even she knew now that peace was infrequently an option. Demons were pouring from the breach, monsters claiming the land now in a far less contained way. The hold could have been purged - the entirety of Thedas? Less so. Hence why she was seeking to aid the Inquisitor; trudging all the way to Skyhold to offer her services as an antiquarian, historian and, well, another mage. One with first hand experience.
Something came up mid-recruitment. The Inquisitor hurriedly ushering her to the "Commander's" office door and insisting he could help her acclimate with a tour. Confused, but trusting the decision, Lioriley knocked on the door.