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Maraas Shokra

WHO: The Iron Bull
WHERE:Mostly the villages + some patrols
WHEN: Feb 17-25
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: No specific ones, mentions of booze, sex and fighting are standard Bull stuff.

Des and Bull had taken some time to find the right spot for their new brewery, but Des had been right, The inn in the North Village proved to be the best place for it. It was big enough that they could really get things going and provide an actual tavern atmosphere to the place. Now they were getting things set up there. A stockroom starting to be filled with the supplies Bull had already gotten, the kitchen filled with their equipment and one of the rooms commandeered for a fermenting room., keeping the temperature in there a little warmer than the rest of the place.

[For Des]
After they had gotten the stuff up there and squered away Bull stands in the middle of the kitchen and looks around. "Not a bad choice at all. I think we can make this into a really good place, a proper tavern. We just need to get brewing on a big scale for that." He grins at Des "You're down for helping me grow hops and barley in the summer? I don't want to rely on the gifts"

[For Thor (or Loki if he wants to be the one answering the door)]
After Bull's gotten settled and seen how the whole place functions he figures it might not be a bad idea to consolidate the brewing that is going on in the village. So he heads to Thor's house, knocking on the door. "You in there, Thor?"

[Patrols, OTA]
Not even a brand new brewery is going to stop Bull from preforming his duty as one of the guys leading patrol, so he shows up every day, bright and early. He even puts a note up in the South inn that people who want to join can meet up and get paired with someone else who does the patrol as well. There are a few routes he likes to take. Around each of the villages, checking on the fountain and the road between, and then also making sure they have plans for defense of the villages. You can pretty much always approach him with that.

[Inn, Lunchtime. Off Color, Feb 21-22 ]
When Bull wakes up the morning of the 21st he feels good, though slightly different. And like he is in the mood for something different. Maybe he should experiment some with the beer today. They had recently gotten new supplies. What if he changed up some of the ratios.

It wasn't until around lunch time, after the beer had been started that he realizes what has caused it. His band had changed color to violet. Damn. Once he sits down at the lunch table at the inn he looks around, trying to spot people with the same band color, once he spots them, he shows them his. "Got a surprise this morning."

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"Well, she is good at that." Bull settles next to Reeve and reaches over to pet the cat as well. "So you wanted to know about the band color?"

"How you're feeling different. I spent some time yellow. It made me quite blunt, which is why I wished to head south. You remember the movement, correct?"

Violets were not people he knew as much, as feeling that the colors affected their personalities was really a shock to them.

Bull nods. He remembers. "I am not sure. I guess... Well, I seem to be making up these little stories in my head a lot more. But maybe that is just me being bored."

"What sorts of stories?" Reeve wonders. Because he doesn't know much of what sorts of stories might move a man like Bull. "Forgive me, I like a good story. I'm encouraging Malik to write stories he knows as means of entertainment for the village. Perhaps I could inspire you to do the same. If there are stories from your world that you can share."

"The kind that Varric writes. So not real ones but stories of great adventures and such." He smiles. "Maybe that could work. Of course I have no idea how long this is going to last."

"I believe some of his mind have something to do with actual experiences he's had," Reeve muses thoughtfully.

No one knows how long things are going to last, but Reeve prefers to think about the whole ways that he could potentially make life better. Whether it's short or long doesn't matter to him. It's about building to that potential future.

"I would love it if you would share some. This place can be a bit dull."

"Yeah? Well, let's see. Got a couple of ideas. One is about a dragon hunting adventure gone very wrong where the hunter ends up falling in love with the dragon."

Oh dear. The very premise shocks Reeve enough that, in spite of himself, he ends up coughing when he accidentally inhales his tea. His coughing is definitely hard to mistake as anything other than choking on the tea.

"What?" he says, voice a bit strained. Not that he's kink-shaming here. He's just never heard anything like that back home.

Bull chuckles. "There are stories among Qunari that some of us have dragon blood. That has to come from somewhere right?" He reaches over to place a hand on Reeve's shoulder, just checking that he is alright. "Besides, ever heard of people really being into size play."

Truly it was a good thing that Reeve had not taken another sip of his tea. Was Bull attempting to kill him? How did you even respond to something like that? Apparently in Reeve's case with his mouth hanging open some, too shocked to even verbalize his confusion.

No, Bull. No he is not alright. Yes he has heard of size play and he wasn't expecting to address it in a conversation over tea with a man he understood was on one extreme of said play. But a dragon?!

"Alistair tells me there are mages in your world who use blood magic. That could be an explanation."

Please, he understands that is a delicate topic, but sex with dragons?!

Bull chuckles at the way Reeve looks scandalized. "Well some can shapeshift into human-like creatures." But he frowns at the mention of Blood magic. "Blood magic is dangerous, it is a good way to get possessed by demons. I doubt any Qunari would willingly do it."

Wait, dragons shapeshifting into humans? That's definitely strange. But he does wince when he realizes he probably shouldn't have brought up blood magic. Taboo, related to demons and all of that.

"I understand that magic is a complicated thing in your world. Magic is not always embraced back home anymore."

"Yeeeah, yeah it is, as anything that is connected to someone having more power than someone else does. There are countries that are ruled by those with magic exclusively and then there are those who see mages as things."

Yesh, Reeve had heard that. He's left thinking at the face of that.

"I spoke at length with Alistair about all of this. There is a chance you know him since he came here. He said he was a Templar and Warden. Back home mages were seen as something to be studied, and not always ethically so. The real demons were the ones who hunted magic users."

He'd had to hide much of what he was for much of his life. At least there was materia.

Bull raises an eyebrow. Interesting choice of words. "In my world there were actual literal demons so... I'd not really call them real demons. But I guess I get what you mean." He falls silent a bit. "How much did Alistair tell you about how Qunari do it?" He might as well ask, since it sounds like Reeve might hate him for it when he finds out.

"Nothing. I just know that magic users are treated as dangerous," Reeve says. And Alistair had promised to keep him safe.

Warned him about magic on his world, and so Reeve would not be willing to share the full extent of his gifts.

"How do they do it?"

"That they are. And... Just so you remember, I am not Qunari anymore." He takes a breath. "They are things. The name we have for them even means that, Dangerous Thing." He takes a breath. "They are considered to be constantly under threat of corruption and thus must never be alone. There is Arvaarad, their... keepers. Saarebas, mages, who are separated from their Arvaarad are slain or commit suicide. They are kept on leashes. If they practice forbidden magic their tongues are removed so they can't corrupt others. And they are weapons. They don't really get training the way mages in other parts of the world do and they only focus on the destructive side of magic."

He takes a breath. "I didn't know any better when I was living in Par Vollen but... I don't agree with that anymore."

That's... a lot darker than the picture that Alistair had painted of Circle Mages. And the thought of it makes Reeve visibly ill. Note to self, never visit their world. Ever.

"Someone like me would have been killed pretty early then," Reeve says, turning away.

"Or turned tranquil or something like that. It is not good. It's..." He takes a breath. "Not something I want to happen to you or anyone really."

Which Reeve respects. He nods briefly and sighs. His fingers still come up to run through his hair.

"Suppose it's for the best that I'm not from Thedas."

"You know magic? You're a mage?"

"As I said, I would not have survived long," Reeve sighs. This was going to get him cut off from Bull, wasn't it? He had thought, after their conversations, it wasn't a problem. Or it wouldn't be. Especially given Bull owning he was distant from the Qun.

"There are two kinds of magic users back on my world. Everyone can channel magic through items called Materia, if they are trained in it. But people who naturally are attuned to magic tend to have other abilities, gifts they have naturally. People like that, people like me were hunted for a long time."

Bull looks at him for a long moment and then nods to himself. Now that he thinks about it Reeve does remind him a little of certain Vints he knows. He licks his lips, if Reeve was possessed by a demon he is pretty sure he would have let something slip by now.

"But not anymore?" His tone is curious and still friendly

"The company I worked for? The one that I helped ruin the world with? They wanted magic users for experimentation purposes. They are no longer in power. And yet, I still have not been open about the gift I have. I doubt I ever will. But given the world you're from, it seems appropriate to acknowledge that."

At least his tone is friendly. He feels a bit nervous anyway.

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Maraas Shokra

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warn: suicide, some pretty dark views on mages

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