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WAR TABLE: the sunless lands
WHO: Ciri, Christine, the Iron Bull, Genevieve, Merrick, & Yael
WHAT: Following Samson’s movements with his templar team prior to being intercepted, and intel gathered regarding thwarted red-lyrium smuggling operations in Antiva, a group heads into uncharted territory following a lead. Also: it's cold as dicks.
WHEN: /waves hands vaguely
WHERE: Far, far south past Orlais' charted borders
NOTES: Nothing currently, will update as needed.
WHAT: Following Samson’s movements with his templar team prior to being intercepted, and intel gathered regarding thwarted red-lyrium smuggling operations in Antiva, a group heads into uncharted territory following a lead. Also: it's cold as dicks.
WHEN: /waves hands vaguely
WHERE: Far, far south past Orlais' charted borders
NOTES: Nothing currently, will update as needed.
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"Without any guarantee we will even find anything down there that wouldn't be uncovered with a greater force? Suicide is a word that comes to mind." Generally speaking she doesn't like leaving empty-handed either, but sometimes scouting means exactly this, leaving without snooping so that it's possible to return later and actually successfully kill things.
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Ciri mutters her words faintly with her gaze focused on the view she has through her spyglass. There is far, far too many men here. What has her most concerned is the appearance of Warden mages among the group after having been hidden away for so long for purposes unknown.
"Unfortunately in the time it takes for us to get back with a decent force might be too late," she says, continuing to peer through the spyglass with a frown. "We might be able to learn something from up here though. Possibly figure out why they've suddenly brought the bound Warden mages out of hiding."
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This from Bull, who'd been observing from some distance back. No sense pushing forward to try and get a look down there with three sets of perfectly good eyes taking things in nearer to the edge. One more eye isn't going to be much help.
But sussing out a plan? That he can do. Just give him a minute to consider.
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"He's right. A distraction would be easier were the location not so hard to reach and this place not so inhospitable. Even if we did succeed in infiltrating, our escape would be across a barren land of white. They would be able to see us in the distance and track us all the easier." After all, the tracked the enemy here in the first place, didn't they?
"I do not suppose you can read lips through your spyglass?" she asks Ciri. Other than risking lives to go down there and grab evidence, all Christine can think to do is figure out what they're saying.
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Pulling away from her spyglass, she glances to the others before returning her focus to the figures at the bottom of the cavern with a roll of her shoulders.
"I could but it might be difficult depending on the party considering a lot have their faces covered from the elements."
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She sat up, looking contemplative. "I don't suppose anyone has something we can draw with?" she asked. "We could at least get the layout of the camp, maybe? Would that be useful?" she asked, looking with wide eyes at the nearest person who might validate her.
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He's been silently watching, gauging the area and the distance he could potentially manage to sneak down. It would be risky, but he's made a career out of stalking through the shadows-- this shouldn't be too tough, he thinks.
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"I do not doubt your skills as a scout, but have you ever moved unseen down terrain such as this before?" She's kind of hoping they can talk him out of this, because it does seem impossible to get down and back unseen.
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"We already hold the advantage given they don't know we're here. If we wait until nightfall, we'll be climb down without being seen if we stick to the edges." She rolls her shoulders, stepping back. "Hitting the tents along the edge would the only thing we could probably do without exposing ourselves too much but it might result in gaining something."
She'd honestly prefer to try and grab one of the Warden mages but that would be asking for too much of a miracle.
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Not many but some which is more than she has seen since Weisshaupt burned to the ground.
"For almost an entire year we haven't been able to find them. They've kept them locked away for something and hidden away but they bring them out here, why? This isn't nothing." Still, she sighs. "But we're a democratic sort, and can put it to vote. If nothing else, we can take notes on their routine and report back on what, if anything, might get brought out of these mining sights along with their numbers."
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"I too would like to know why the mages are a part of this," she says. "But the chances of stumbling across the answer from spying on them without being caught are slim." People already in on a plan are unlikely to sit around discussing what is already known.
"If we are voting, my vote is to record what little we can from here and head back. It is too dangerous to send anyone down to spy. If one is caught, we are all caught, and there will be no one to report back."
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He's already impatient. This is one of those times where he has to bite down and work with other people, though, so he crushes the impulse to just start heading down there by himself.
Progress.
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He realizes that was a lot meaner than he'd thought it sounded, and clears his throat, ears hot. "No offense."
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