[Closed] [A'Hunting we shall go

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?"

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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?"

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He gave her a warm little smile, before he nodded, "I shall be glad to play diplomat, if I can. Just be prepared to hold your action."

He called out ahead of time, as they began to ride under the balustrade, and he climbed off his horse. "Ho there! We've come to treat with you!"

A response came back, in a clearly Orlesian accent, "We know who you are, you stinking Templar whore!"

James sighed, putting his hand on his sword. "I believe that you've got a wrong implication about Templars."

Ingrid went to wait where she was told, but at the response, she frowned and put a hand on her sword.

"My blade will not fail you, ser," she promised.

"I know it won't."

He nodded at her, before looking up at the bandits again. He pitched his voice right now. "You can call me names, or we can settle this rationally. With gold."

And then, he lifted his shield as three arrows, a dagger, and a sword clanged off the top of it. He arched an eyebrow, then pulled his sword, "I am here with a lady, ser! You will not taunt me into leaving her here defenseless!"

Then he looked apologetically back at Ingrid, for the deception and the insult.

She counted the weapons and gritted her teeth, and nodded ever so slightly to him.

"Will you not have peace?" she called out in the most girlish voice she could muster.

"We will have money! And you for ransom! Or ... other things!" Came down the Orlesian accent, with a 'Heheheheh' that was probably supposed to sound threatening but came out nasaly instead.

James eyed the criminals, before he came underneath the balastrade and pulled his sword free. "I will take north, you take south."

"Yes, ser."

Sword drawn, shield up, Ingrid took the south side.

"I am worth no ransom. And I'm no lady." The air filled with the sound of ringing steel as Ingrid engaged the bandits, her sword work brutally efficient.

James had her back to the North -- clearly they weren't expecting to be ambushed on their ambush - and they are sloppy to boot. Ingrid clearly has an advantage, and James has her back completely as his sword swings through the air to take down the first bandit.

Ingrid's face is grim as she cuts down another two. Killing is not something she takes any pleasure in doing, clearly, but she serves her duty.

"I think the tables here have turned on these men," she observes.

James swung his sword around to cut another bandit down. He met her back to back, his smile grim.

"I think you might be right.'

Together, they made short work of the remaining bandits. Ingrid herself proved just as deadly with her shield as with her sword.

"There. I hope the book is here so these men did not die in vain," she said grimly, wiping blood off her sword.

James slammed down the last bandit with his shield, and sighed as he looked at the field of carnage.

"They could have made better life choices. Come on, let's head up. See what we can find."

"After you, ser."

She climbed up to the top.
"What an odd place for a chest. Help me open it, ser?"

He nodded, climbing up first and easily. He scans the area, finds the book atop a table and grabs it. Then he turns towards Ingrid, going to help her with the chest.

"They probably wanted to keep it, rrrrgh, close at hand. Make note of any enchanted items, they should be returned to the Circle."

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