OPEN: We couldn't bring the columns down

[faderifting]

WHO: Samson vs. Inquisition, in particular the Iron Bull, Ciri, Bruce, and Norrington
WHAT: BOSS FIGHT
WHEN: Harvestmere 20
WHERE: The Dales
NOTES:There is an open portion of this log for people who want to fight Red Templars or help with the clean-up at their leisure—you'll be NPCing your own fights for that, but team up and have at it—and a closed portion for the team that will capture Samson.

Sources say the Red Templars number twenty, maybe thirty; that they've slipped south through eastern Orlais using the Civil War and the wilderness to obscure their movements; and that they are moving with an unknown purpose to an unknown place. There's a brief window of time where their path may be predicted, funneled through the only viable road in this area of the rocky foothills of the Frostbacks. If they aren't stopped before they enter the southernmost wilds then they may never be found.

The Inquisition's force--a small unit of forty, dispatched quickly and quietly--arrives a day ahead of the force it means to intercept. That's time to blow a bridge, place archers and mages, and tuck reinforcements into the gorges.

In summary, an ambush.

It's nice to occasionally be the springer rather than the sprung-upon.

Comments

[aceso]

Christine doesn't know how she managed to end up next to the Qunari with the cannon, but as long as it doesn't explode in their faces, she can handle it. And seeing how the woman looks confident in what she's doing, odds are that this weapon will work. Christine rolls her shoulders and watches the enemy come towards them, watching out for any archers among their number. She's not going to give them a free shot.

"Approaching now," she says, taking up a stance to get ready to attack.

[thesteelwolf]

"Stay behind me." Mages wanting to fight- another southern strangeness. They are not forced to, they wish to risk the dangers it will bring themselves to do so without the tempering presence of an Avaraad? At least this woman seems careful. Solid. And has excellent eyesight.

The moment the word comes she adjusts her aim two degrees eastward before pulling the trigger- a massive crackling shot reverberates through the air as a spinning shell of sparks arcs to hit the first in a shower of consuming fire and shrapnel.

[aceso]

Christine scurries back behind the imposing woman, wondering exactly what this will look like when the projectile is fired, but when that moment comes she feels her heart practically leap into her throat at the sound it makes. Well, that's certainly one way to do things.

"Perfect shot." She gives credit where it's due, and Christine follows up with a fire mine glyph laid down in the path of the enemy. With any luck, the panic and pain from Issa's shot will mean they don't take note of it and walk over after it's primed.