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Blood Mage
Legacy Name: Blood Mage

The Common Warador
Owner: Zevran_893

Age: 6 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: June 13th, 2017

Adopted: 6 years, 11 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: June 13th, 2017

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 1
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him.
Foul and corrupt are they
Who have taken His gift
And turned it against His children.
They shall be named Maleficar, accursed ones.
They shall find no rest in this world
Or beyond.

-Transfigurations 1:2

His nightmares are filled with sunbursts.
Bruises on his wrists, a sharp pain in his gut. Eyes watching him through a slit in a cold steel helmet. Always watching. Keeping his head down and his mouth closed and still they find some reason to punish him. And all the while, the statue of Andraste watches, eyes cold. Condemning.
The friends he would have turned to are disappearing one by one, replaced with shadows. Empty shells, empty eyes, empty voices. A brand on each of their foreheads. Sunbursts. Sunbursts everywhere around him. He wonders if one day he’ll look in the mirror and see one more.
He wonders if it would be better that way. Maybe the emptiness would be better than bleeding on the inside. He wouldn’t feel the ache in his gut. He wouldn’t have to feel his heart beating too fast or the sobs choking him.The sunbursts begin to look welcoming. But-
The sunbursts take everything. They take the sound of laughter. They take the shoulder to cry on. They take the whispers between friends, the secret smiles, the tiny rebellions. They take everything.
No. The sacrifice isn’t worth it. Instead, he will take the pain, the fear, the despair. He will take it all and he will turn it into rage. Let the beating of his heart become his war drums. Let the screams become his battle cries. Let the hurt turn to fire in his veins.
They will pay. They will pay in blood and the blood will become his weapon.
For every bruise, every cry and whimper, every stolen moment.
For every sunburst he sees, another Templar will fall.

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