The Bond of Blood

"Imperator August." The Tribune spoke loudly and clearly to the man riding the Pearl White Horse. "Tribune Valimir, What is it?" August spoke just as loudly and clearly to the man twice Augustine's age but less than half his rank."The Scouts report two Dalish elves scouting the Border. How would you like us too deal with them, Imperator?" Valimir looked over his commander. Augustine was a handsome man, Born of Selective breeding habits of the Tevinter people. He was of the upper class of the Tevinter society. He had arrived from Seheron as a Hero to the people of Tevinter, A Imperator to the people. "Capture them." The Imperator looked at he Tribune who saluted and stepped away. It was a few hours later when the Dalish girl was dragged to his feet in the Military instillation on the Border. She had been beaten and bruised in the scuffle that came and one of his men had hit her a few times when she was captured. He looked at the Dalish girl and then back at the men who had captured her.

"Which one of you hit her like this?" He said as he stepped towards them with a look of seriousness on his face. "If I wanted her beaten half to death do't you think I would of said to do that?" He saw a man swallow, His adams apple movining in his throat. "Was it you?" A few of the men nodded and he dismissed all of the men except for the Tribune. The Imperator lacked any expression as he stepped forward to the Tribune who looked like he was sweating a waterfall as the Imperator dragged his knife across his hand and let the blood trickle from his hand and disapear when it dripped his hand. He was altering the magic he was preparing and soon the man was grasping at his throat, Scratching at it has his throat closed at the will of his Imperator. The Imperator almost looked void for a second before he stopped and looked at the man who's nose began to drip with blood which only furthered the power of the Imperator's masterful use of Bloodmagic and soon his blood began to boil inside his skin and he let out one more scream before the Imperator let him fall to the ground. The Imperator turned on the heel of his leather boots and smiled at the Dalish woman. Closing his fist and shaking it before opening it to see the wound on his hand heal and leave only another scar. "Now, That little bit of Punishment is over. I am Imperator Augustine, Former Governor of Seheron and Hero of the Imperium. And you are now my Property. What name would you prefer to be called?"