WAR TABLE MISSION: Infiltrate Corypheus' Anchor Experiments

[amygdalae]

WHO: Clarke, Lexa, Adelaide Leblanc, Corvo Attano, Fenris and Bruce 'Fireflake' Not-Banner
WHAT: It's payback time for Craintellier except maybe not really
WHEN: Some time during late Harvestmere idek /flaps hands at IC timing
WHERE: Hasmal, The Free Marches
NOTES: Stupid action sequences, fake deaths for shock factor!!, EXPLOSIONS and some yakety sax style of running away

With the information that had been retrieved from Craintellier it was time to strike back, to further cripple Corypheus's efforts and also have a better idea of what he had been trying to do in the first place. There were still too many unanswered questions from that whole thing.

The instructions were simple: there were reports that revealed that there was a Nevarran mage who had been invited by the Venatori to possibly join them at their place at Hasmal. The agents had been tasked to take over their place in order to get into this outpost, find whatever they can, sabotage their efforts and then get out. Infiltration and sabotage - an almost quick in and out thing.

Surely, they would be able to manage it.

(Right?)

Comments

[amygdalae]

Well that had been.... something.

At the very least, Bruce supposes he should be thankful for the fact that there was no blood spilling involved on his end. That would have made things end very differently.

Still, at least things seemed to be... working out? Granted, he still had to pretend to be dead while being hoisted by the rifter and the elf to wherever they can finally begin their part of the mission, but its hardly the worst thing he had to do. What would have been worse was--well. The thing he refused to do that had him end up here in the first place.

Keeping his eyes closed, Bruce focuses on the sounds around him, ready to 'resurrect' himself once the chance was there.

[watchesandlistens]

Corvo feels a very heavy sigh coming on as he keeps his grip on Bruce's torso, making his way off through the outpost. The not-quite-dead weight of the not-quite-dead corpse makes the going more slow, but at least, it doesn't seem like anyone is questioning them. In fact, it seems like anyone who sees them is very eager to quickly move on.

Once they get far enough, Corvo begins stopping to poke his head into doors. Once he finds one that looks quiet enough, he jerks his head towards it, then glances at Fenris, who seems to be the one person in Thedas as taciturn as he is. Or maybe he's just doing his best to play guard, too.

"Think this'll do?"