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[CLOSED] PLAYER PLOT: The Ashes Underneath His Nails
WHO: Jim Kirk, Hermione Granger, Adelaide Leblanc, Herian Amsel, Anders, Inessa Serra, Raylan Gibbs, Ciri
WHAT: The Inquisition sends a group of agents to uncover the truth behind a string of mysterious disappearances.
WHEN: Kingsway 1st - 8th
WHERE: Emprise du Lion
NOTES: Plotting post is here - feel free to post in there still for queries and concerns and further stuff where needed. Warnings for blood, violence, talks about death, experimentation horror, abomination-related stuff etc and eventual on-screen child death. ALSO no tag order - just respond when you feel like you should and I'll try to hit it back if it feels appropriate!!
WHAT: The Inquisition sends a group of agents to uncover the truth behind a string of mysterious disappearances.
WHEN: Kingsway 1st - 8th
WHERE: Emprise du Lion
NOTES: Plotting post is here - feel free to post in there still for queries and concerns and further stuff where needed. Warnings for blood, violence, talks about death, experimentation horror, abomination-related stuff etc and eventual on-screen child death. ALSO no tag order - just respond when you feel like you should and I'll try to hit it back if it feels appropriate!!
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| (—he remembers the chill of the frost and snow biting at bare skin, its usual pure white now tinged a horrid pink from the blood on his hands. He's far away from them now, the danger and the pain and everything else, but the blood will forever be on his hands no matter how much he tries to wash it away. His father had been right all along. He truly was a monster of the greatest kind.) |
QUEST: THE ASHES UNDERNEATH HIS NAILS (PART I) The message had come swiftly, the letter itself hastily written with a shaky hand. The request itself was simple; a plea for help from a village at the outskirts of Emprise du Lion, whose people have been mysteriously disappearing over the last few weeks. Considering the ongoing civil unrest that's still transpiring in Orlais the Inquisition made its decision to send out a team of agents to look into this message and see exactly what was going on. The eight agents tasked with the mission were given enough time to prepare for the trip ahead. They would all meet up first at the Inquisition camp set within the Emprise and from there travel for about a day until they reached where their destination was - Fromage, a quaint little village that rested at the outskirts of the area. From that point on, it was up to the agents of the Inquisition to solve this ongoing mystery. The mission: to discover the truth behind these disappearances - and to stop it, if possible. |
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oh my god i am so sorry
There's not so much as the stench of death but rather the stench of blood, strong and incredibly potent. The rest of the room is shrouded in darkness but there's enough light from the corridor outside to at least make out what is closer to the door where Inessa stands--
That something being a human foot, apparently. But it's not separate, at least, so that's something of a minor consolation. If anything it looks like its still connected to the rest of the body that's currently hidden in the shadows of the room she's entered.
this face forever
--oh. Oh, Maker. Inessa's hand goes to her mouth and she fights back that urge to flee and though she's not exactly nauseous, the Grey Warden mage nonetheless is suddenly wishing for a cup of ginger tea...or several. That might have to be a priority later, once out of the caves.
Almost certain she's going to regret this, Inessa steps forward and tips her staff toward the shadows, needing what light it can afford. Perhaps something about this human's death can give her insight to share with the others. (If not, then maybe she'll just never eat again.)
Inessa does not deserve this (cw: MORE GROSS STUFF)
Mainly because what she's seeing right now is a body that is similar to the other bodies that Herian discovered on the other side. The person is just as dead as the rest, though the smell of blood and the redness of it suggests that it had still been relatively recent. And just like the bodies in the 'morgue', parts of the flesh has also likewise bee gouged out.
It's... definitely not a pleasant sight.
/sob
Inessa barely utters that oath before she's promptly backing out of the cell, even more pale than usual. Garahel whimpers, the large mabari likewise unnnerved and leaning against her for comfort. She pats him and tries to take in some calming breathes, but it'll be a few moments before she can manage to collect herself. Even for a Grey Warden, this is gruesome.
/slams through a wall
She had been exploring the nearby area and heard her friend's voice in the mostly silent halls and came running from the other end. Her sword is still drawn but she looks more concerned than upset as she quickly steps in front of the other Warden. She can't see much inside the cell from here but the smell is unmistakable and she turns to her friend, placing a steadying hand on Inessa's shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
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"I...I wouldn't look in that cell. The body's in no fit state to be seen. Andraste's pyre, it's pure desecration...."
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Hopefully this wouldn't be too bad...
"It's hard, I know but I'm going to try and see if I can find anything that stands out. It might be the key to figuring out what happened down here." She says, speaking softly. "Just stay here where you can't see. I'm going to go and get my torch, okay?"
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"...alright. I hope you find a pattern, something to make this viewing worthwhile."
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Yeah, it wasn't a pretty sight at all but she has to do this.
Setting her sword against the wall, she kneels and tries to better study the areas where has been gouged out. She's looking for anything to tell her what might have been the reason for these areas to be gouged out, hoping they missed something but knowing that was a shot in the dark.
ciri is the hero we deserve
From the fact that the blood is still pretty red and the general smell of everything its clear enough that this had been recent enough. Though the body is long since cold, rigor mortis hasn't yet set in.
As for looking in the places... most of them don't have much, but there's a glint of something small at the chest area, where the heart should've been.
blessed are those that put their hands in some dead dude's body cavity
But she shines her torch, moving bloody flesh in order to get a better look until the glint of something caught in the light stands out. Despite what she has done so far, she does not immediately reach for the glint with her hand given the continued appearance of lyrium.
Instead, she removes a knife from her boot and she leans in for a better look. Using the blade she digs around, trying to dislodge the glint for a better look.
bruce probably did it before, unfortunately for him
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Garahel lets out a worried, inquiring noise, a 'do you need me to help you out' sound.
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Gently, she balances the small shard on the blade of her knife and breathes out an unsteady breath of air. She's seen the Red Templars with engorged veins burning red against their pale faces and she's seen others with large pieces growing from their bodies. Obviously it could grow inside people but why someone like this? They didn't look like a Templar that was overcome by the red lyrium infection inside them and needing a place like this...?
"Maker's fucking breath." She didn't want to believe but what else could they be down here for? A fucking cave with cells filled with mundane trinkets and children's books. The Red Templars likely couldn't harvest the red lyrium from their own until death and when you need so much that having it literally breaking through the earth isn't enough... then what else could you do besides make yourself a farm?
Thankfully, Inessa's voice is enough to break her away from her building anger and she hurriedly moves to stand.
"I... I'm fine! Do you have an empty vial that I can use, I found something." She doesn't think to wipe her hands off before leaving the cell but she's more concerned in making sure they don't lose the shard balanced on the blade of her knife.
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"Here." She offers it, eyes widening when she catches sight of the red lyrium shard. "...Maker, please tell me it's not what I think it is." Of course it is, because it's that sort of day.
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"Red lyrium, a leftover shard from where their heart had been. It's why people have gone missing, why a place like this even exists." Why she feels nothing for the Red Templars they killed on the way in here. "They're farming red lyrium from the kidnapped victims, forcing them to ingest and grow it inside them."
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Every single one, not just the Red Templars they've seen so far. If they're all complicit, then they have to die. Garahel steps over and growls, in full agreement.
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There is a moment when she has to hold herself back from crushing the vial in her hands. A moment where her anger almost goes unchecked as she tries to ignore the sticky blood on her hands.
"We fight the Blight, right? They're turning this into a Blight and won't be happy until the whole world is infected with red lyrium with more doing shit like this. I won't allow it."
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Her mabari steps over and bumps them both gently, then steps away and stares. Please don't be in that awful place anymore.
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Carefully, she sets the vial in her belt pouch and returns to the cell to grab her sword. She holds it tightly in her hand to help control any shaking that might come out in her anger.
"Right, come on. Let's go meet up with the others and tell them what we've found." There's a pause as she flexes her fingers, frowning. "And maybe somewhere for me to wash my hands."
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She gratefully accepts it, pouring water over her hands and rubbing them together. Most of the blood comes off easily enough but she can still see it under her nails but she can't think about that now. No, right now there was something at the forefront of her mind.
"What if I told you I wanted to take one of the Red Templars back with us?" It comes out slightly mumbled and half unsure of why she was even asking this. "One of the corpses to study the effects of red lyrium. Not back to Skyhold, of course but Valeska's Watch is nearby."
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