The Annulment at Dairsmuid

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli Bonaventura, Korrin Ataash, Malcolm Reynolds, The Outsider, Aleron Darton, Kas, Anders, Malcolm Reed, James Norrington, Ellana Ashara, James Kirk; Rivaini npcs
WHAT: The Annulment at Dairsmuid; arriving at Rivain to meet with Araceli and her mage contacts that requested aid from Templars hunting them down. When Araceli goes to bring the group to her contacts, they're informed that the Templars have abducted the mages forcing the team to return to the Circle at Dairsmuid to rescue them and kill the Templars responsible
WHEN: 15th-20th Solace
WHERE: Rivain; Dairsmuid
NOTES: OOC posts here and here, sending crystal announcement; violence, discussions of annulment, probably going to need warnings for language; I'll edit as I go, if people can bring things to my attention, I would appreciate it
Starters will all be below, subjects in headers

We of the Dairsmuid Circle wait now, behind barricades. I have sent word to our brother and sister mages of this outrage. When they break through, we will not die alone.

—Final journal entry of First Enchanter Rivella, slain in Dairsmuid, 9:40 Dragon

Contents;
Arrival at Dairsmuid
Meeting the Mage Contacts
Team Dungeon Crashers
Team Templar Crushers
Aftermath of the Rescue
Timestamp; Dairsmuid Adventures
Epilogue

Comments

as good an excuse as any to use this icon

[tactical_alert]

There is a feeling of something, but under most circumstances, even he might be hard-pressed to identify it directly as magic. But magic it is, if the Outsider's eyes see as he says they do. Malcolm gains the dog's full attention, orders mostly through hand signals, a light spatter of Orlesian words perhaps for emphasis. Milady might not be a mabari, but she is plenty smart, and when he lets the last signal fly, clearly a go signal, off she goes.

They're far enough away from the circle that her travel through the underbrush goes unnoticed until she clears the treeline, looking jolly as can be. She trots by the barricade once, sniffs at the ground, turns around to continue to trot another way across as if perhaps looking for scraps mages might have dropped. Catches the voices, though perhaps the Outsider's magic only allows him to glimpse through the dog's eyes and not also her ears. Still, the archer and knight are seen, passing lyrium, the restlessness.

If there are any other ways in, any holes enough to slip through for a surprise, any dilapidated walls that might be mounted, she rounds around the building to see, and it's up to the Outsider to keep up eye contact however long he can.

omg what a cute fluffer

[extramural]

Sticking to the trees, the Outsider may as well be a ghost; dressed all in black, he blends with the shadows. This is more difficult than he had expected -- keeping the dog in his sight would be easier if he had the rest of his abilities, but if he did, he wouldn't have to keep her in his sight, either. (Thanks, Thedas.)

Still, at least the mages are alive -- there isn't much point in having guards if they're already dead. The passing of lyrium makes his nose wrinkle. It is tempting, so tempting, to reach out and take control of one of them, to start the fight here and now. It is not his role, though, and so he moves through the trees to try and keep the dog in his sights.

maybe hit the mute/lower the audio if you've got headphones in/if you're in public

[foxsays]

Time in a land that loves them little - true, even in Rivain there are places where the Chant is sung with passion, and where a Templar always finds a friend, a sympathetic ear, where people don't trust mages - makes the Templars twitchy. Dairsmuid feels like a haven, like a stronghold but there's something off about the air here.

"I knew a guy," one says to another as they patrol because it makes it less monotonous to talk, if the words aren't a screaming jumble in their head. "He had to have one of them Seers assist him once, back before this all got reported. Watched her get possessed. Wasn't right after that."

"That's why we came here. We'll burn this place, gut it. Nothing left of whatever--" The speaker stops, tapping the first with his bow as he squints into the shadows. "What in Andraste's name--Hey!"

[tactical_alert]

Milady has her orders, oblivious to the foreign magic, and she does not bolt back where she came from. The tension, though, and the shout from the Templar make her start. Her casual trot becomes faster, shooting into a run until she disappears out of sight at last around the building.

"Damn," Malcolm curses under his breath. Normally upon discovery he'd quietly double back to a safer location, let the dog sniff him out, but he can't just leave the Rifter here. If he's found, he'll be in the same position as the other mages. Or worse. He moves forward, not quite in the Outsider's tracks, but near enough. So long as the boy gets behind one of the trees, he should be safe from any bow-flung arrows. Still, Malcolm takes up a position of his own, drawing back, aiming for the offending archer through leaves and branches. Not a clean shot, but if things escalate...

Everyone just be very calm, very quiet, and very still, and perhaps everyone can go home safely and soundly. At least until the attack is actually supposed to start.