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bethany hawke ([personal profile] walking_on_sunshine) wrote2015-10-01 01:10 am

in which bethany hawke learns about the concept of 'glamping' via a tevinter magister


[Why is it always templars?

Well, it's not really always templars, to be fair. But it certainly feels as if they are nearly always the source for the trouble that Bethany faces. Throughout her childhood, in the Circle, and now especially during the mage rebellion, templars have been a constant source of grief for her.

If avoiding the templars were a sport, she would be considered an expert by now. Alas, Bethany is not alone at the moment, and the three mages she is escorting are less familiar with the cat-and-mouse act. Though she hasn't pinpointed exactly what went wrong to draw a group of rogue templars their way as of yet, the Hawke plans to have a long talk about it with her charges later. Some time when they're not directly in the heat of battle, assuming they all survive.}


Stand back!

[No-- not assuming. They will all make it out of this, if Bethany has anything to say about it. And she does.

As a fan of magic used for defense more than offense, being a Force mage certainly comes in handy for situations such as these. After motioning for her companions to get out of the way, Bethany aims a telekinetic burst at the templars currently headed towards her group. The goal is to send them hurtling in the opposite direction, but instead of flying through the air, she peers in confusion as their bodies slam against some kind of magical barrier.

Alright, that definitely wasn't there before, and she's not the one who activated it. Or-- could the barrier have been invisible up until something (or someone, or someones) came into contact with it? Hmm.]

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[personal profile] magistermaevaris 2015-10-04 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[All it takes is the appearance of one mage and the element of surprise to turn the tide of battle. Maevaris doesn’t even have to lift a finger. The combination of her vines and their apparent leader’s ice magic gives the other mages the courage to press on and finish the job. One of the templars even explodes into frozen chunks when a particularly powerful arcane bolt finds purchase in the center of their chest encased in ice, and the resulting blast seems to badly startle the mage that cast it. It brings back fond memories of the first time Mae fought in combat, how new and unexpected everything was— but she imagines this won’t be quite so fond an experience for anyone in this group.

She crosses her arms, head held high as Bethany delivers her long-winded explanation. There’s no hostility there, only a sense of attentiveness that runs deep, made clear by the knit of her brow and purse of her lips. She's weighing the situation in her mind's eye, deciding how to approach, how trust-worthy this stranger looks.]


It was. I have a camp set up not far from here, and I value not being interrupted by the danger this region so plentifully offers.

[Then the sun breaks through the clouds as the corner of her mouth upturns, her posture loosening.]

However… I think I can make an exception for such an adorable mage. Your little friends, too. You must be exhausted, after that ordeal.