[Closed] [A'Hunting we shall go

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington, Ingrid Kief, Bellamy Blake, Ellana Ashara
WHAT: A small band heads out to kill some blood mages, some Red Templars, and an errand or two.
WHEN: Back-dated, second week of Bloomingtide
WHERE: The Hinterlands
NOTES: There will be violence! Also, annoying climbing.

Travelling

The trip to the Hinterlands is positively boring, compared to other trips that have headed out recently. The templars that Norrington have brought with him chat with one another, chat with those traveling with them, and the mood - if not light, is at least comfortable and friendly.

Camping

Norrington places them in the Camp off in the Rebel Queen's Ravine - it will be a long hike inward from the valley to where the Red Templars were seen, but Norrington wants to do a through sweep of the valley. So camp is established, and people are free to mingle with one another as wanted.

Hunting

Those heading out to find the Red Templars will leave early enough in the day, as to have the element of surprise. Norrington stops the group right outside their first spotting, frowning as he hunkers down low.

He turns to the others, murmuring, "They're moving red lyrium - large shards of the stuff. Where the name of the Maker are they getting it?"

or

The blood mages are conducting some sort of ritual, on the far end of the valley, near where those ... rather strange cultists live. The advantage is theirs - they are atop a large hill.

Norrington frowns as he looks up the sides of the hill. "We need a distraction, so the rest can charge around the back. Any ideas?"

An Enchanter's Favor

On the second or third day, Norrington packs up his horse on his own, and calls out to the others, "I'm heading out for First Enchanter Vivienne. Does anyone wish to come along?"

Comments

Camping

[judgemewhole]

... Yeah, James is going to ask what she's doing.

He came up next to her, a cup of water in hand, arching one eyebrow as he looked at her. Then looked at the fennec. Then looked back at her.

"Is this some sort of new ritual where you catch animals by entering a staring contest?" He mildly asked, before sipping his water.

[serannas]

Ellana glances up at him as the fennec scampers further away. It's not yet out of sight, but it's keeping a bit of distance between itself and the people over by the fire.

"As if you could get a fennec to stand still long enough to stare back at you," she answers with a smile. She looks back out towards the fennec she's chosen, glad to see it's still within viewing distance.

"I thought I'd observe it; learn it. Then I can become it."

[judgemewhole]

"That is true - I have yet to see a more hyperactive creature than a fennec. Outside of perhaps Warden Kaisa, that is." James murmured, sipping his water again.

Then he frowned, "... why on earth would you want to become a fennec? They are the most annoying creatures in all of Thedas. And I've been around Orlesians."

[serannas]

She merely huffs out a laugh. Kaisa has the energy of three people, it's true. And with the number of fennecs in the area, she isn't too worried about keeping one in her sights at all times, so she looks up at James with a smirk.

"Why, ser, I had no idea you were so opinionated. Then again, it's easy to want to dislike Orlesians." Especially when you're an elf. "But think about it. They're everywhere. Forests, deserts, mountains. If I want to blend in, what better animal to pick?" Please don't list off any better animals, James. It's a rhetorical question.