the heat was hot and the ground was dry

[seesobserves]

WHO: Sherlock, Katniss, Thranduil, and Jamie
WHAT: There's a bunch of weird Chantry symbols leading to somewhere. Let's see what it is!
WHEN: Bloomingtide 16 - 19ish
WHERE: The Western Approach
NOTES: Gonna be some violence since we gotta fight through the White Claw troops.

First there was one symbol, then two. Two was the beginning of a pattern — so long as they could find the third, they'd know they were on to something.

They set out into the desert with plenty of water, and with only the sun and their eyes to guide them.

Comments

[seesobserves]

"A matter of hours, now" Sherlock says, idly adjusting his own gloves. "We'll be able to push onward at dawn."

Traveling at night being as treacherous as it is. You don't want to run afoul of a pack of darkspawn.

Sherlock nods in the direction they'll be heading, through the Springs. "How far can you see past the gas clouds?"

[rowancrowned]

"Not very." Legolas, young and uninjured, would be the best for this, and Thranduil is also not inclined to hand out information on his abilities freely as sweets. "Perhaps if I had the advantage of a higher perch..."

He trails off, scans the skyline. "Wherever the scouts are being placed to watch for darkspawn would be enough."

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss climbs up the hill, catching the last bit of this conversation. Sweat is clinging to her forehead, as she speaks, "It seems the Wardens put in towers, along the bridges. The engineers are confident that it's these that are used to vent the poisonous gasses - I don't understand the half of it. However, the scouts are using those as towers."

She sucked in a few mouthfuls of water, before adding. "But if you want someone to scout ... Hello. I'm a scout." She smirked faintly.

[wontforgetyou]

"Aye, but the lands around here are dangerous."

It's the first thing out of Jamie's mouth as he wanders over to join the conversation, adjusting a larger-than-normal kerchief around his neck as he does so.

"Might be better to go in pairs, just in case one of the beasties around here decides to get any ideas. I may not be one of the official scouts, mind, but I've done my share of something like it back home."

[seesobserves]

"We won't be going far tonight, in any case." Darkspawn, and all.

But if they're to pair off — Sherlock scans the other three. Their skill sets, including his, are all vaguely similar to one another. It comes down, then, to which one he trusts the most at this juncture.

"Katniss," he nods. It leaves him without a rifter, but he doubts there'll be any need of their particular abilities before they're moving on. "With me."