WAR TABLE: the sunless lands

[ichaer]

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.

Comments

[dalishious]

"None of you can do it without being noticed," Merrick insists, quite frustrated. "Least of all you."

He realizes that was a lot meaner than he'd thought it sounded, and clears his throat, ears hot. "No offense."

[leadseasy]

Yael frowned thunderously. "I'm as sneaky as you are, and you're rude," she informed him, but she was aware they were getting off-topic. She glanced over her shoulder, into the canyon, then slid forward a few feet until she could stand up without becoming visible over the edge, tired of sitting in the snow.