A conversation between Anders and Ophelia upon him noticing Ophelia does not have a large mana pool. Takes place during "Enemies Among Us" in ACT I.
Anders peered over at her. "You know, Hawke... I'm starting to question you." He sat on a crate, resting. They just finished plowing through a whole whack of undead skeletons after a fair number of shades, and everyone was taking a short break before continuing.
Ophelia looked up at him. She sat, kneeling on the ground, examining one of the skeleton skulls very closely. Her heart jumped into her throat and in her mind Myrmar spoke to her, "Do not panic, mortal. So long as you do not perform blood magic in front of anyone, there is nothing you can't weasel out of."
"Carver tells me your father used to take you and your sister out to train. I don't know what kills he taught you, but... you don't have a very large mana pool, do you?"
Ophelia stood and crossed her arms. "So? What's your point. That I don't make a very good mage?"
Ignoring her retort, he continued, "What did your father teach you, anyway?"
Myrmar whispered, "You don't have to be interrogated by a mage like him," before hissing. Ophelia turned away from Anders and addressed the others:
"Isabela, Aveline... I think we've rested enough. Let's continue." Without complaint, the other two women stood and started ahead. Ophelia followed behind the two melee fighters, and Anders was safe at the back.
Anders pushed a little further, "Ophelia?"
She gave him a small glance over her shoulder and replied, "Spirit healing."
Sunday, June 3, 2012
orders from the magistrate
Just after setting out for the quest "Magistrate's Orders", in ACT I.
"You think it's a good idea to do whatever this magistrate tells you to?" Aveline spoke up just as they came out of range for the magistrate to hear.
Ophelia spun her head around to stare the guardsman in the eye. "And why not? I'll be paid, and we'll be delivering a fugitive into the hands of the law. Or would you rather take it to the guard, and wait around until they go and deal with it?"
"I... I don't think we should interfere with the law. Not unless Guard Captain orders me to."
"So you're going to do whatever that caption tells you to. What becomes wrong with me doing what the magistrate tells me to do?"
Aveline glared a little and straightened her back. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." She had a slight frown on, and so did Ophelia. Carver looked between them for a few moments before he finally stepped in:
"Listen, you two, I have to listen to enough bickering at home. I don't want to hear anything else out of the both of you," Carver said as he took a few steps closer to his sister. To protect her, to comfort her? Carver felt the need to be closer, physically, to his sister in order to calm her down. He felt his presence would calm her, and it did.
The mage sighed before showing a bright smile. "I understand, Aveline. And I know it's in your best interest to go to the guard first, but you, too, heard Vanard. There are creatures in that place. I bear no ill intent; but do you honestly believe your fellow guardsmen would battle those things? There could be giant spiders, abominations, walking skeletons!"
"But they can still try--"
"Besides, the men that magistrate sent probably are guardsmen in the first place! There's no need to report to the Keep; telling people things they already know."
Aveline paused for a moment, thinking about what Ophelia was saying. She didn't completely agree, of course, but some of Ophelia's logic was understood. "You're right. Let's go."
"A-ha! You see my light, Aveline! Let's head into the wild!" Ophelia wrapped an arm around the guard and waved her staff into the air. Aveline couldn't help but laugh along and contentedly follow.
"You think it's a good idea to do whatever this magistrate tells you to?" Aveline spoke up just as they came out of range for the magistrate to hear.
Ophelia spun her head around to stare the guardsman in the eye. "And why not? I'll be paid, and we'll be delivering a fugitive into the hands of the law. Or would you rather take it to the guard, and wait around until they go and deal with it?"
"I... I don't think we should interfere with the law. Not unless Guard Captain orders me to."
"So you're going to do whatever that caption tells you to. What becomes wrong with me doing what the magistrate tells me to do?"
Aveline glared a little and straightened her back. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." She had a slight frown on, and so did Ophelia. Carver looked between them for a few moments before he finally stepped in:
"Listen, you two, I have to listen to enough bickering at home. I don't want to hear anything else out of the both of you," Carver said as he took a few steps closer to his sister. To protect her, to comfort her? Carver felt the need to be closer, physically, to his sister in order to calm her down. He felt his presence would calm her, and it did.
The mage sighed before showing a bright smile. "I understand, Aveline. And I know it's in your best interest to go to the guard first, but you, too, heard Vanard. There are creatures in that place. I bear no ill intent; but do you honestly believe your fellow guardsmen would battle those things? There could be giant spiders, abominations, walking skeletons!"
"But they can still try--"
"Besides, the men that magistrate sent probably are guardsmen in the first place! There's no need to report to the Keep; telling people things they already know."
Aveline paused for a moment, thinking about what Ophelia was saying. She didn't completely agree, of course, but some of Ophelia's logic was understood. "You're right. Let's go."
"A-ha! You see my light, Aveline! Let's head into the wild!" Ophelia wrapped an arm around the guard and waved her staff into the air. Aveline couldn't help but laugh along and contentedly follow.
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