[CLOSED] PLAYER PLOT: The Ashes Underneath His Nails

[amygdalae]

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!!

QUICK JUMP LINKS TRAVELLING TO FROMAGE & FROMAGE GENERAL THREAD ROUTE INVESTIGATION SEEKRIT CAVE ENTRANCE INTO THE SEEKRIT CAVE CAVE INVESTIGATION - LEFT TEAM CAVE INVESTIGATION - RIGHT TEAM KID ABOMINATION THREAD BACK TO SKYHOLD

(—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.

Comments

[dashing]

Herian does not immediately look to the Warden, to the orange and yellow glow and stark shadows that flit over her skin, just as they must Herian's. They all of them are skeletons in this light, she thinks. It seems appropriate.

"Thank you," she manages, as even as ever. Controlled. "I will pass this on to Councilor Leblanc, or see that it reaches the Advisors." She rolls the vial betweenher fingers, and slips it into a pouch hanging from her belt, with the scraps of notes.

"How do you fare, Warden?" Maker knows she has no satisfaction in bein right.

[ichaer]

The response only gets a nod out of Ciri as her gaze one more returns to the fire with little else in the way of words. She had figured that it would likely fall into silence once again so she is surprised when Herian asks on how she is doing even though her face does not show her surprise. It honestly shows little of nothing currently.

"Just call me Ciri." Because this is most important currently. "As well as one could be though I wish things had not gone as they did down there. I wish we had not been selfishly held back in our actions."

Perhaps it is wrong to call the others selfish but things could have gone so much worse. People could be dying at the hands of an abomination now if they not been their to react as they did but that boy's suffering could have ended much sooner.

[dashing]

"Ciri," she echoes, with the very slightest of nods. The use of titles and formality were bound into respect, but the wishes of an individual came before what some might consider idiosyncrasies. Herian makes no offer of her own given name in turn, more out of carefulness than anything else. Her titles were hard-earned, hard-won. She is not so willing to part with them.

Herian frowns very slightly, though... to be fair it probably isn't very obvious, when her general existence is hinged on frowning slightly at all times. It certainly isn't directed at Ciri.

"Their hope was reckless." A quiet agreement, marked only with that eternal calm. "Not without its own virtue, when considered by particular lights, but we are fortunate it went so smoothly as it did."

And her tone acknowledges that the smoothness she refers to was not smooth at all, but even so. No one died. None were gravely injured.