( closed. ) there is no crime in being kind.

[fightingale]

WHO: closed to Araceli, Ariadne, Beleth, The Iron Bull, Isabela, Legolas, Solas, Teren, Zevran, with possible sending crystal appearances by Leliana if necessary and a collection of nps.
WHAT: Antiva Mission; freeing slaves, dealing with a Merchant Prince, capturing an Orlesian noble and maybe recruiting some Antivan chefs.
WHEN: Roughly 1st - 5th May, with a gentle touch of timey wimey
WHERE: Antiva City, Antiva (and thereabouts)
NOTES: Plotting post & ic recruitment log (if you want to thread Leliana approaching your character to come along just lmk and I'll get to it asap.)
Themes of slavery, all the terrible things Venatori do that could be mentioned, the existence of Zevran and Isabela, and general carnage. (Please add any surprise warnings to subject lines, bruhs.)

Starters being added in the comments :]b

Comments

[parkourprince]

[ The safe house was something of an oddity. Legolas had not known the term brothel before, such establishments simply did not exist among the elves, and among the Men... ah, he had never ran into one, suffice to say. Once he had learned the meaning, however, he was not particularly keen to enter, but it was something kept to himself. Not reason enough to spoil the cover or make a scene, after all. Once inside, he was not particularly comfortable either, but did his best to put aside his discomfort.

Some peace could be found in the maintenance of weapons, as it ever was. He sat nearby another, busied in the same kind of work on her own weapons, and began whetting his long knife with near reverent care. The only weapon he could trust, in this world, that and his bow.

He got the names before the journey, and during he had been observant enough to now be able to associate the names with faces. And so beside him sat Araceli, and when their eyes met, he offered a smile. ]

I hope I am not infringing on your space?

[ Easy, friendly, without a single note of accusation. ]

[foxsays]

[It's the first time she's been able to put her bard training to use outside of Skyhold though truth be told, it's the history, the politics, the smaller details that she has to hone; life at home prepared her for this, it made sense to make it a formality, to make a formal declaration to the Inquisition.

In a way, she supposes a little sadly as she tests the edge of one blade with her thumb, it sealed her fate too. She has turned course and she could go back but she knows what it would mean if she did. It's better this way, she thinks, lifting the blade slightly and catching his approach in the polished surface as she sets it down in her lap again, shifting to make room.]

We will all be living atop one another these next few days I think. [A girl slips over, too young to be one of the whores but a daughter, a cup of brandy passed to Araceli in exchange for coins she presses carefully into her hand with a smile. More than the value of the drink but well, this is almost home, let the commonfolk speak well of the Inquisition when they depart.] You do realise that the whole point of a brothel is such to 'infringe on space' as you put it?

[She feels the need to say it quietly, sotto voce, since he has a hand marked as hers is after all, and she knows exactly how little any of them can afford to stand out, especially when whores gossip.]