Kelli: Blessed art thou who exists in the sight of the Maker.. [She's praying to herself.]
Warden: What are you doing?
K: Bless-- Oh, hello... I'm reciting the Maker's blessings. Would you like to join me? [Was interrupted in her prayer but is trying to be polite and friendly.]
W: I think not.
K: I recite the Maker's blessings every day. It brings me peace in troubled times. [Peaceful and joyful]
W: Are you in trouble?
K: No, not really. It's just... <desc>sigh</desc> I don't want to bore you with this. [A little uncomfortable and self-conscious.]
W: It's all right. I want to know.
K: It gives me hope that one day, the Maker will hear us. [Earnestly. She really believes this.]That maybe I'll be forgiven, and my curse will be lifted. [Fervent, earnest.]
W: Curse?
K: Magic--what else? [Confused by the question. Baffled that the person has to ask what she's talking about.]
W: Magic isn't a curse.
K: Magic causes such misery. It's dangerous and vile and wicked. The Chantry must protect the world from us.[Fervent, almost fanatical.] Being born with something so terrible must be a punishment. I wish I could be rid of it. [Bitterly. Full of self-hatred.]
W: You could ask to be made tranquil. (IF: JOWAN_TALKED_TO [bhm_main])
K: That takes the magic from me? It does, doesn't it?
W: The Chantry would appreciate one less mage running about.
K: Imagine! No fear of becoming an abomination. Not being reviled by common folk and Chantry... [Excited.] I should go. My mentor only allows a few minutes each day for religious contemplation.[Suddenly becomes aware of the time and is eager to excuse herself.]
End convo.
I feel bad for her. But hey if she wants to choose to be tranquil. That's her pergotative. My Wardens kind of looked sadly at her as she left. (And a few wanted to become tranquil themselves but Irving would never allow it.)
I have a thing for weak willed characters that are suicidal.
Modifié par Ryzaki, 13 avril 2011 - 07:51 .