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Natara

The sudden interruption of a woman carrying a knocked out kid was the  only thing that had stopped Natara from dissolving the fool's face. Instead she retched again and forced a bit more of the Taint outside of her along with the water in her mouth. The Caretaker would not allow her choices to be dictated by anyone, especially a stranger who understood nothing.

Natara suppressed her ire and instead focused on The Chalice. The black liquid on the ground separated itself from the bile and flowed back into the cup. She still needed to keep the prisoner somewhat satiated with more sacrifices and checking the stability of the magic holding the prison together was also necessary. It was almost boggling how this day managed to get worse and worse.

Without a word she turned her back to the stranger with the gourd and the newcomers. She needed quiet and seclusion to perform more delicate work with The Chalice and she couldn't even maintain the illusion of tranquility with all these people blundering into her business.





Urthemiel

The Old God said nothing. There was really no reason to. He would learn what was expected of him soon enough. "Focus your attention to the demon, Adjutor. It is a being of the Fade and by its nature it will always be connected to it. The connection is not perfect but it will do."

Then she snapped her fingers and a glyph commonly used to put subjects to sleep blazed into existence under Adjutor's feet.

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Urthemiel

A frown marred the woman's otherwise gorgeous face as she heard the boy's question. Perhaps he wasn't as smart as she thought he was. "'Did I not say you would learn to force such creatures into your service and properly bind this demon? Do you consider something else a complete binding?"

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Urthemiel

The Old God's eyes moved from the tear in the Veil towards the newly made abomination. "I will show you what needs to be done with it."

She moved towards him and grabbed his right hand before forcing cutting his palm with a blade of ice. "Let this be your first lesson. Blood is power, and the most notorious power of blood magic is mental domination. You will learn how to force spirits and demons into your service in time but for now I will provide the binding for the rage demon. It will not be particularly strong for I will expect you to be able to resist its anger and learn how to properly bind it yourself."

Without another word the red glow returned and the wound on Adjutor's hand bled more than it should have to provide the lifeforce needed to fuel the spell. Then the red energy subsided and the demon was bound to an extent. The constant struggle of the creature would not be an issue but there were cracks in the binding large enough to let it take control if the boy was angry enough. It didn't particularly matter if the demon failed or not. Either way Urthemiel would be able to acquire an ally.

"Now that that's completed we can actually begin your training. Any questions before we begin?"

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Natara

A burning fury filled the pale woman's eyes as she looked at Michael. "You are an imbecile." Then her gaze cooled as she turned to face the aggravating stranger. "And you, you know nothing, and I lack the patience to show you the depths of your ignorance."

Natara was more than done with this farce of a conversation and calmly turned her back on the two men. Without another word she simply began to walk away.

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Urthemiel

Justice was not expected and it was also unacceptable. A spirit of justice could easily make itself an annoyance and there was even a chance that it could recognize her and that would just end poorly. Something less intelligent but still relatively powerful would have to do. "Don't move at all or I can't guarantee your survival."

The Veil was not thick in this city at all. Blood and magic flowed as freely as water during a storm and it made tearing it much more easy. The Old God cut her palm and allowed blood to flow and power the spell before a call was sent through the Fade as the Veil ripped. It wasn't long before it had attracted a few demons and spirits. She ignored the creatures of desire and pride and they would not dare to challenge her directly, but she did eventually call over a powerful demon of rage. It had fed well in the city. The rage of werewolves and other supernaturals created quite a feast for it.

Still not as powerful as a demon of pride but it was certainly strong enough to provide an ample connection to the Fade. It wisely ignored her and focused in on Adjutor and getting through the Veil while Urthemiel kept her slitted eyes focused on the green distortion in the world for any more invaders. Thankfully they stayed away for now knowing that they could leave much easier and safer through the tear later while the demon surged through the Veil. Heat and anger so great it was almost palpable blossomed in the area, and the two dots of baleful light that served as the demon's eyes met Adjutor's before heat and red energy flowed into Adjutor as the demon attempted possession.

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Urthemiel

The boy agreed and Urthemiel smiled. What she was about to do was what the elves of Elvhenan would call vallaslin, blood writing. It would be on a smaller scale but that was acceptable. She moved in front of him and grabbed his chin with one hand before forming a small blade of ice in her other hand.

With ease the blade bit lightly into his right cheek again and again, but every cut was quickly healed without a trace with a flash of white light. Every time the blood would spread and sink into his skin slowly changing the color of  it to a darker red. After a few minutes of incessant Urthemiel began to use blood magic.

She cut her finger and pressed bleeding digit against one of Adjutor's latest cuts. All it took was intent and power, and the bond was established with a eerie red glow. She could find him anywhere and cause a dreadful burning sensation to tell him that she required his services.

With that done it only took a few moments for the last cuts to be made and healed and the dark red blood writing was completed. The symbol of Urthemiel now dominated the right cheek of the boy. The woman was pleased with her work and stood up with a smile on her face.

"Now we can begin your training. We'll have to start with establishing your connection to the Fade. I can explain more to you after this is done but for now just tell me what trait describes you best."

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Urthemiel

At least he wasn't stupid. A more innocent pupil would be easier to mold but she could do with a little challenge. "I receive the chance to tutor and shape a youth into anything I see fit. And I find it prudent to make allies. If I teach you I will expect you to aid me if I require it. But if you are fine with that there is one last condition. I will have to inscribe a tracking mark on you. It will allow me to find you anywhere and tell you if I require help."

Tracking mark was a very cute name for the slave brand that the Tevinters would use but it did sound nicer.

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Urthemiel

The mage waited a moment before speaking again. "And you lack the desire to know more? I could teach you, if you so desired."

The hand in the air returned to tracing the scars on his chest but this time tiny, tingling bolts of energy accompanied her gentle touch. People were always rather willing to accept things that came for free. It wasn't as if her aid would be detrimental to him but it would give her an ally and a degree of control, and while those may not be worth much now there was potential.





Natara

The pale woman's annoyance was beginning to rise quite quickly. She stood up despite her body's protests and gave the man an equally old look.  "You should be glad you lost only an arm for interfering with things beyond your ken. Your drink will not be able to help me and neither will you. Leave. Now."

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Natara

The Caretaker threw up a few more times before she stopped. Then she noticed the request of another stranger. This was getting increasingly infuriating. It was like every idiot in the city was gathering around her to meddle in things they didn't understand.

She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her black dress and looked back up at the newcomer and her eyes narrowed at his own grey ones. "I have no need for your help. You should leave." Annoyance permeated her voice as she spoke.





Urthemiel

Violet eyes watched the fire vanish and felt the slight increase in temperature. So it was absorption which was rather predictable but still interesting. "So, Adjutor, considering that I have already shown you what I am I'm sure it wouldn't be any trouble to ask if you were a mage as well?"

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Urthemiel

The Old God blinked at the boy's request. "If you only wish to know where I found you the elemental was there as well before it was doused with water."

As she said this one of her hands rose from his chest and began to play with his black hair while the other was raised into the air. With an open palm facing the sky she created a pulsating ball of blue fire the size of a basketball. Then she allowed it to drift through the air towards the fire elemental. It would be interesting to see how it dealt with the ball. Immunity to it or absorption were the most likely results but that didn't mean there were no other possibilities.

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Urthemiel

The mage raised a single, elegant brow as the fire being returned and warmed up the area. With this slight change in events she chose to drop to her knees rested her chin on Adjutor's shoulder while letting her hands roam across his chest. "You may call me Urzara, Adjutor. That entity is what brought you to my attention. What is it?"

Even with the sudden warmth her breath was hot against his ear and as she spoke she slightly pressed herself against his back.

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Urthemiel

The Old God simply smiled at the boy's attempt to stay as placid as possible. She walked over to him with a delightful sway in her hips and moved behind him before resting a delicate hand on his right shoulder. "Why so serious? There's no need to make a first impression so boring. And if you want to be so formal you might as well start with your name."

He was a bit thin but had muscle and the tattoos on his arms were certainly interesting but otherwise he was rather unremarkable. Potentially useful but no one the Old God would keep personally. The boy was just a bit too plain for that.

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Urthemiel

Standing on the armor was beginning to get uncomfortable so she sauntered off of him but never allowed her gaze to stray from his covered face. Her purple eyes seemed to be filled with mirth and warmth as she said, "Oh, go ahead. Remove the armor. I can enjoy the show and we'll speak afterwards."

Lies flowed from her tongue as easily as water did over a river stone. Urthemiel was a god of the arts and that included acting, so it was obvious that she would be exceptional at it. Kindness and happiness were easy to replicate and attraction was an old friend to the mage. Perhaps if this was a different place and a different time she would not have wasted time with falsehoods, but this city was full of the unknown and and dangerous. So Urthemiel was willing to play the game for a while to preserve herself.





Natara

The burning pit of anger in Natara had lowered in intensity but it still smoldered. What in that world gave that man the right to blunder into her business and ruin everything? She could have dealt with it alone. If she had summoned Then she would have been able to dictate where the Taint was spilled and could have taken care of it, but this upset so many plans. Now a dozen Tainted beasts were running through the city with wild abandon and Natara had doubts that she would find them.

And the fool was still trailing after her. She clung onto a few sparks of rage and turned around with the intent on telling him to leave only to retch and throw up. Dark liquid reminiscent of the fluid within the Chalice poured from her mouth and she barely had a chance for another breath before heaving again.

It was to be expected really. The Caretakers would be poor wardens if they could be corrupted so easily. Her body wouldn't completely eliminate the extra Taint but it would help.

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Urthemiel

After she was finished wiping her shoes Urthemiel gave the armored man a disarming smile. "I would be very appreciative if you removed your helmet. Conversations go much better if we can see face to face."

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Urthemiel

The dragon lazily flew for a little while longer as he increased the distance between himself and the castle. Eventually they reached a tall, abandoned building and Urthemiel tossed his "passenger" onto the roof of the building before Urthemiel shifted back into his female form.

She landed quite gracefully right on Adjutor's chest. Then with a frown she stood up and began to use him much like one would a welcome rug by cleaning off dirt from her shoes onto his armor. "I do need to stop picking up strays. I might catch something."

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