janaleva (janaleva) wrote in thebattleage, @ 2014-07-12 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! incomplete, (thread), janeya rahim, rhone marrok |
Thread: Save the Elves
Who: Janeya Rahim, Rhone Marrok
Where: Val Royeaux, Chantry
When: 16 Umbralis, 9:42
Rating: M (Violence and Adult Themes)
Summary: Elves are being abused (what else is new) and none of the guards care (what a shocker), so Jana goes elsewhere for help!
Janeya was rarely surprised anymore... after almost a year in Orlais, to hear of elves suffering. She'd seen the Alienage. She'd seen the poverty and sickness. She'd seen the slaves and the servants. The cruel and uncaring humans. Those who exploited them.
She longed for her home most of all at these times.
But she'd seen enough of it not to be shocked. Enough to keep her face pleasant when a noble she'd been entertaining confessed his somewhat distasteful attraction to elves. They're so dirty, he'd said. But so small and helpless. Something about that drew him in. She'd been disgusted, but she'd only kept smiling at him.
She was different of course. Beautiful and exotic, with plenty of useful skills. Not like those wretches in the cesspool they resided in. And yet he found himself drawn there. Even kept a small store there, he'd admitted. Where he employed some of the elves. Just a front really... A place for... "people like him". People who had shameful desires that they couldn't show to the civilized world. Of course they wouldn't frequent the city's brothels. They didn't want to be known as elf-lovers.
But he could tell it to her, because secrets were a thing girls like her were supposed to be good at, weren't they?
And Carmela told her to leave it alone.
But she hadn't been able to listen. Those elves couldn't speak for themselves, but she wouldn't stay silent. She wouldn't ignore it. So she'd gone to the Alienage herself, to see what was really going on. And she'd tried to report it to the guards. But they didn't care about the goings on in the Alienage, and they certainly didn't care about what some elf had to say. Even if she was in fancy clothes.
She'd gone the only other place she could think of. The only other place she'd seen anyone help people in need. She'd gone to the Chantry. They weren't exactly known for being any more welcoming to elves than anyone else, but they at least tried to put up the appearance of helping.
When she arrived, she saw some Sisters milling about the grounds, her eyes sweeping the large courtyard. Ah, there was a Templar. Standing right next to that board of job postings and requests for help. She supposed she could have left her concerns in a note there, but she'd rather it be handled quickly, so instead she approached the man. "Ser!" she called, raising a hand. "I need your assistance at once!"