I've felt what a death does to the Veil, messere. I can believe those who say blood magic causes it greater damage still--even if I'd never the misfortune to meet a blood mage myself.
[Was it nevertheless possible that blood magic really didn't do any of the things attributed to it? Myr at least isn't visibly horrified by the intimation. He can entertain the idea in the abstract, even while not doubting the evidence of his own experience in the least.
A thoughtful little noise meets Lahabrea's analogy to nature, and Myr holds up a finger as if he'd interject-- Only to give a huffing little laugh at what, probably, he should consider blasphemy but he's merely come to expect in their conversations.]
I don't believe He did, at that--create spirits simply for the sake of condemning them, though I auger I won't know what the story should be until I meet Him. [Which a small clamoring part of worries he will not ever, doomed to whatever passes for an afterlife in Aefenglom. But let it bide.] But as regards blood magic--you've a point, I think, that the power residing in our blood must be a natural thing the Maker intended.
But just as a man might utter blasphemy with the tongue the Maker's given him, or murder the innocent with his hands, he sins when he spills blood for magic. And, maybe--[he's wise enough to sense the natural objection,] that means there is a way that He intended us to use it rightly, but the Chant and the Chantry alike say nothing of it now.
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[Was it nevertheless possible that blood magic really didn't do any of the things attributed to it? Myr at least isn't visibly horrified by the intimation. He can entertain the idea in the abstract, even while not doubting the evidence of his own experience in the least.
A thoughtful little noise meets Lahabrea's analogy to nature, and Myr holds up a finger as if he'd interject-- Only to give a huffing little laugh at what, probably, he should consider blasphemy but he's merely come to expect in their conversations.]
I don't believe He did, at that--create spirits simply for the sake of condemning them, though I auger I won't know what the story should be until I meet Him. [Which a small clamoring part of worries he will not ever, doomed to whatever passes for an afterlife in Aefenglom. But let it bide.] But as regards blood magic--you've a point, I think, that the power residing in our blood must be a natural thing the Maker intended.
But just as a man might utter blasphemy with the tongue the Maker's given him, or murder the innocent with his hands, he sins when he spills blood for magic. And, maybe--[he's wise enough to sense the natural objection,] that means there is a way that He intended us to use it rightly, but the Chant and the Chantry alike say nothing of it now.