with (climbing) axes

[lacere]

WHO: Harding, Krem, Zevran
WHAT: Quest! Searching for the missing scouts, or, a supply delivery that failed to turn up at camp.
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: Fallow Mire
NOTES: Summary is here.

It was a miracle they found the cart at all, really, with it half stuck, half sunk in the bog - it was the Inquisition archer that gave it away, killed by someone who clearly knew what they were doing and clearly had the advantage. And likely took all the supplies that were presently missing to boot. If the scouts were missing... well, there was clearly negative interaction between an apparently hostile group and Inquisition members, so there's a possibility they might not-

Harding tries not to think about that too long. She stands up from where she's bent over next to the archer. "We'll have to come back and burn the body later," she says, because none of them are mages and matches in this maker-forsaken swamp are reluctant to light. "Don't want them coming back as one of the undead. Doubt they would, either."

For now, there were other matters to attend. As well as endless mire, there are rocks, and in her professional opinion in shooting things from height, it's easy to guess where the assiliant was hiding, even if the visual evidence points to the nearby rock face, too.

It doesn't look very friendly.

"Whomever killed them was waiting up there," she points with her own bow, which she's had out for much of the venture through the murk. Rule number one of the mire - don't let yourself be caught off guard by undead. She looks to Zevran (who looks remarkably pretty soaked to the skin) and Krem (glad to know those arms can hold a maul, he has very nice muscular arms) for their input. What now?

Comments

[ombranera]

"Mercenary or opportunist most likely. It does not look like the work of Crows. They wouldn't leave a body." Zevran kneels next to the archer, examining the arrow more than anything else. From the looks of things? He'd say it was an ambush, someone that lay in wait and swooped off with the entirety of the expected supplies. Either the remainder of the scouts were dead or undead and wandered off doing whatever it is these corpses do when not harassing members of the Inquisition. Dancing? Playing cards?

The idea is an amusing one even for a moment.

"Well I suppose the best way to see where they went afterward would be to climb up and look for tracks, yes?" He is already sheathing his blades and slinging his bow across his back, gauging the best means of reaching the top.