[Perhaps, but also maybe there's a reason why they are put in the armadas that they are. But just like how the rifts bring in certain people and not others, no one knows those reasons.]
Well, I could use another taste tester as I continue to improve my kitchen skills. Maybe she would like to volunteer?
[Which means lots of lumpy bread, lopsided cakes, and questionable stews.]
Ah, I see. Do mages have elemental specialties where you're from or do some of them dabble in a bit of everything?
[No one knows, it's true. But Davrin's too pragmatic to put faith in anything but what he can see, touch, etc. Which made it a lot easier to say "let's kill the gods".]
I think she would, if I know her. You might even help her here and there.
[Nothing can be worse than the ham and jam slam.]
Depends on the mage. Neve's specialty is ice, but I've known mages who use a bit of everything. And... then there's mages like Emmerich, who raise spirits from the dead.
[And that's where they differ. She's all for killing a god or two if they need to be put in their place, but she's a firm believer in prayer to the intangible deities of fate and the universe. Not too devout, but quick to send up a quick plea Metia to keep those she loves safe is not unheard of.
Jill continues walking down the closest thing to a path in the woods ahead of her, nodding in agreement about potentially helping Harding and in politeness as she listens to Darvin explain the mages he knows... except one part has her freezing in place, staring at him as if he suddenly sprouted two additional heads.]
Pardon me?
[Did she hear him correctly? Spirits? From the dead?]
[... Right. Necromancy. He probably should have mentioned Bellara's enchanted arrows or something instead. Davrin stops too, rubbing at his face.]
Raising spirits. It's necromancy. [He literally has to stop himself from saying 'He's Nevarran' as an explanation, because that wouldn't actually help anything here.] Where he's from, it's normal. There's a whole... college and school around it.
[Jill know she shouldn't judge. Surely, being a Dominant would bring on some curious questions and stares to her, but fiddling with the dead is a whole other thing and nothing about it makes sense.]
Shouldn't he—they?—leave people be? Do they even have permission to do that?
[Permission from who? Not like you can ask the dead if you can raise them before, you know, raising them.]
[Really normal. They don't have a whole Necropolis for nothing.]
It'd probably be better if him or Neve explained it. [But Emmerich isn't here, so-] The way Emmerich explains it, the spirits he calls up are willing. Or, if he needs to just talk to them - he can do that too.
It's... not something I'm all that familiar with. I listen, but, when he talks about magical theory, he loses me.
[All she knows is that she can conjure up ice with or without priming and that if she really lets loose, Shiva comes out to play. What Jill also knows is that calling up those who died sounds very strange and honestly, wrong to her, but she keeps that part to herself. Davrin doesn't sound like he tinkers in necromancy, but also probably wouldn't take well to Jill deriding his friend.]
I'm as far from magical as it gets. If I can't touch it, study it... it's not for me.
[He hates the Fade so much. It's so weird. It doesn't make any sense. Frankly, summoning up the dead is... weird, to him. It's not as off-putting as it is to Taash. Not when you can banter with Emmerich over how much better at learning things Assan is than Manfred.]
Dalish don't, no. Our dead are buried, and a tree planted over their body. A lot of humans do cremate theirs, though. [A beat.] Just not in Nevarra.
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She'd love that. Not even joking.
[Harding would love anything to do with homemade food. Jam, bread, anything.]
Not... quite. She's a mage. And frost magic is her specialty.
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Well, I could use another taste tester as I continue to improve my kitchen skills. Maybe she would like to volunteer?
[Which means lots of lumpy bread, lopsided cakes, and questionable stews.]
Ah, I see. Do mages have elemental specialties where you're from or do some of them dabble in a bit of everything?
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I think she would, if I know her. You might even help her here and there.
[Nothing can be worse than the ham and jam slam.]
Depends on the mage. Neve's specialty is ice, but I've known mages who use a bit of everything. And... then there's mages like Emmerich, who raise spirits from the dead.
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Jill continues walking down the closest thing to a path in the woods ahead of her, nodding in agreement about potentially helping Harding and in politeness as she listens to Darvin explain the mages he knows... except one part has her freezing in place, staring at him as if he suddenly sprouted two additional heads.]
Pardon me?
[Did she hear him correctly? Spirits? From the dead?]
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Raising spirits. It's necromancy. [He literally has to stop himself from saying 'He's Nevarran' as an explanation, because that wouldn't actually help anything here.] Where he's from, it's normal. There's a whole... college and school around it.
He's a professor, even.
[Is this helping?]
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But why?
[Jill know she shouldn't judge. Surely, being a Dominant would bring on some curious questions and stares to her, but fiddling with the dead is a whole other thing and nothing about it makes sense.]
Shouldn't he—they?—leave people be? Do they even have permission to do that?
[Permission from who? Not like you can ask the dead if you can raise them before, you know, raising them.]
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[Really normal. They don't have a whole Necropolis for nothing.]
It'd probably be better if him or Neve explained it. [But Emmerich isn't here, so-] The way Emmerich explains it, the spirits he calls up are willing. Or, if he needs to just talk to them - he can do that too.
It's... not something I'm all that familiar with. I listen, but, when he talks about magical theory, he loses me.
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[All she knows is that she can conjure up ice with or without priming and that if she really lets loose, Shiva comes out to play. What Jill also knows is that calling up those who died sounds very strange and honestly, wrong to her, but she keeps that part to herself. Davrin doesn't sound like he tinkers in necromancy, but also probably wouldn't take well to Jill deriding his friend.]
I assume you don't cremate your dead then.
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[He hates the Fade so much. It's so weird. It doesn't make any sense. Frankly, summoning up the dead is... weird, to him. It's not as off-putting as it is to Taash. Not when you can banter with Emmerich over how much better at learning things Assan is than Manfred.]
Dalish don't, no. Our dead are buried, and a tree planted over their body. A lot of humans do cremate theirs, though. [A beat.] Just not in Nevarra.