[ oh boy oh boy mage rights rant time ]

The mages must be free. The Circles must be broken. Justice must be taken if it will not be given. We have choked on compromises shoved down our throats for long enough. There can be no compromise made with the Chantry and the Templars when they hold all the power to kill us for any perceived slight or burn out our minds for any crime with impunity and when they use Andraste’s word to justify their cruelties and convince the populace we are all one moment away from becoming monsters.

There are those who hesitate to take arms and protect their own lives, but peace is not an option. The Grand Cleric sat in her gilded temple and claimed for years the Maker works in hidden ways, all the while turning a blind eye to the Knight Commander wielding the lyrium brand like a blade in a slaughterhouse. Her “peace” was to let us die to appease a lunatic, and no one cared. Not as long as they could claim it was beyond their control.

I blew up the Grand Chantry. It had to be a statement loud and large enough they could not bury it.