Blood and Sorcery

[ruthless_hunter]

Lockdown considered himself lucky that he'd never been inside a Circle.

His magic had manifested at the tender age of six, and he'd been lucky enough to live near someone who could teach him. But the Chantry had still found a way to hurt him. After that, he had no love for it, or its Templar lackeys. Nowhere to go, he mainly wandered Thedas, taking up bounty hunting jobs and avoiding the Templars.

But even he had his moments where he slipped up.

A small town Chantry had learned a blood mage was in the area, and sent Templar goons out to find the blood mage in question in the surrounding woods.

Lockdown did what he could to shake them, but they were persistent. They weren't about to give up without finding a blood mage. The mage, holding onto his wide-brimmed hat and his long coat flapping in the wind, found himself on the trail cutting through the woods. He nearly ran smack into a woman with dark hair.

"Lady, if I were you I'd go back the way you came."

As if on cue, to emphasis his point, Templar voices came from behind him, a little further away, "That blood mage went this way!"