I'm Burning Low, So Revive Me

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Namira had sequestered herself off in a sensorium for this exercise. With her magic acting up at best, and being entirely unreliable at worst, she had decided to handle it the best way she could. Unfortunately, she didn't see how destroying a section of the city in a huge column of flame would help anyone with anything, and people would be terribly cross if she had landed it on someone's property.

Not that there seemed to be a whole lot of claim-staking going on, but you never knew.

Beside her, Hakkar lolled his tongue from his mouth comically, his tail going at a million stubby miles an hour. Whatever his mistress was doing, it made him happy. Especially since she kept absently summoning darkspawn for Hakkar to tear to pieces. Like a good dog!

Namira pushed her hands up her arms, as rolling up the sleeves of the plantsuit was fairly impossible, and straightened her shoulders, thumping her staff in the ground. "Alright, I think we'll start light, Hakkar, until Alistair appears or someone interrupts." Namira nodded to herself and reached inside her bag of components, opening her mind to the weak stirrings of the Fade her.

A large, hurlock alpha roared from the other side of the Ferelden field she'd conjured. "Sic!" Namira commanded and started casting the spell for Stone Fist. Hakkar growled and barked, racing towards the large creature. Three sneaky little genlocks ignored the mabari hound and chased straight for the mage.

It was taking her too long; she'd never finish the spell for the Alpha in time for her to defend against the genlocks.

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Namira's stonefist sailed through the air to impact the Alpha, but didn't knock him over as she hoped. He skidded back a bit and knocked Hakkar to the side. The mabari yelped, but he landed on his feet after a short tumble and tenaciously returned to take down the hurlock.

"Much appreciated!" she said conjuring up another spell, "Hakkar! To me!" For a moment, the mabari hesitated, not wanting to leave his prey, but he quickly backed off as Namira's spell impacted the hurloc's armor. Followed by a bolt from her staff for good measure.

Ugh, all this magic, all at once was making her feel dizzy. She turned and--


Oh. Maker's balls.

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Celena watched on with quite the interest as she kept the Genlocks pinned with her telekinesis as the mage took on the larger adversary.

"Most welcome," she replied easily in turn as she watched spell after spell impact the larger creature. The mage had some power behind her spells, though a somewhat different manner of casting, it had Celena curious none the less.

When she turned around though she knew that expression near immediately, well she certainly seemed to get reactions out of people, this one she'd guess had experience with dragon's before but perhaps not good experience, nevertheless she dipped her head toward the other in greetings, "An interesting scenario you've brought up, creatures from your homeworld I'd gather?"

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"Darkspawn," Namira replied carefully. "How did you fit in the door?" Her head still felt like it was swimming in Alistair's soup, truth be told, but she rallied as best as she could.

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"Indeed? Not a foe I have come across on my own world, I must say," She examined one of the fallen darkspawn before looking back to the mage, "Quite easily, most of the doors aboard this ship can acomadate my current size, if I was my original size that would be another matter," She replied easily with a smile.

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"No, they're the punishment the Maker laid upon our world after mages stormed the Golden City. At least, that is what the Chantry tells us." Namira wasn't so sure she believed that, though her debates on the validity of the Maker and his Eternal Bride had been quite refreshing (if wholly sacrilegious).

...That was a lot of teeth there, Celena. "I see, well, I can't say I've seen terribly many dragons, having killed just the one." And apparently the Arch Demon, but Celena didn't really need to hear how similar she looked to that being of pure nightmare.

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Celena looked back over the creatures a moment before looking back to the Mage, punishment by the Maker, their god she would assume, "No small punishment I would gather then," She would reply lightly.

Well she is a dragon after all, lots of teeth come with the package. Killed a dragon, hmm? "Indeed? Many worlds have different dragons it would seem, was the dragon in question an active threat?" she would ask curiously, watching her with interest.