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[seesobserves]

WHO: Korrin, Araceli, Sherlock
WHAT: QUEST! Searching for the missing team of agents
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: Fallow Mire
NOTES: Summary and plotting thread are here

The Mire, it seems, is in a perpetual state of drizzly twilight, but Sherlock has seen enough Ferelden winters that the cold doesn't particularly bother him. The damp is what does it, really, the swamp water and rain that turns the ground soggy in most places. It makes the ground pliable, quite easy to mark - which could be bad news, considering how long it's been since those scouts disappeared. If any walking corpses made their way through the campsite, dragging their sword...

Well, they'll just have to see.

"Step lightly. Or not at all." His own footfalls are cautious he moves forward from the edge of the abandoned camp, his eyes already scanning the ground and surrounding brush.

Comments

[foxsays]

Ah, but you have a pirate's daughter with you; when you have to make a leap from a tall building, you learn how to gauge the depth of the water, same as when you're learning just how far into the shallows you might skirt if you want to outrun pursuers without wrecking your hull or stranding yourselves. Rapiers sheathed, belt tightened, she gets moving, up on her toes, not daring to linger until she has to leap over where the waters have burst the bankings. The rocks are jagged, covered in something that feels more like seaweed than moss but she scrabbles her way up and to the top, frowning at the muck on her hands and knees.

"I know we're used to this now but the paths are going to get dicey," she calls down from up on her perch, glancing down at the others. "That means please watch your footing and if we disturb anything, we need to find enough ground to defend it easily. I think we're going to have to choose at some point if we find nothing but the mist is making it hard to tell exactly how far that'll be. I say we keep going, I'll find a better rock than this one."

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[seesobserves]

He watches her path closely, following her footsteps as precisely as possible until she starts gaining altitude. Then he pauses, scanning the mist for movement, the ground for further signs of their missing scouts' passage. Faded footprints heading off into the gloom.

A beat of silence, once Araceli finishes speaking. That shout could have attracted attention, but he hears no shambling footsteps over the lapping of water.

"This way," he nods, and steps down.

[gatheringstorm]

As much as Korrin would rather have her staff out and ready, she'll reluctantly slide it back into that back strap, for now. It's far easier to negotiate tricky passages when she has both hands available to steady herself, and if there is trouble it won't take but a moment to bring it out again. She frowns in concentration while following, but pauses briefly to follow Sherlock's example as she's wary of attracting attention from the undead.

"I'm all for continuing as long as we can, mist be damned. There has to be some indication of where they went or what happened." Hopefully there will still be people to find and not just bodies.

[foxsays]

Sliding down, she jumps the last bit to land with a grunt but at least on the path without waking anything, backing up as far as she can to make a leap to another 'island' with higher rocks. The greater the risk, the greater the reward though she doesn't want to force the others to fight just so they can try to find something a little sooner than they might.

"How long do you think the trail is going to last?" They'll still have a tide of sorts and the rain will force their hand as well as anyone walking along and flattening any barrier that's built up. There's at least one corpse floating closer to the bank than she'd like but there's no real way to mark it so someone can come along after them to burn it. Better to look for more rocks to climb instead of thinking about that.