Player Plot: Sulevin Blade Quest

[serannas]

WHO: Ellana Ashara, Galadriel, Merrill, Korrin Ataash, James Kirk, Samouel Gareth
WHAT: Tracking down the Sulevin Blade
WHEN: January 13th/Wintermarch 13th
WHERE: the Dales
NOTES: OOC Post

[ OOC: The plot starts with the first phase below in the comments section. Everybody tag into that one. There doesn't need to be a tag order; just hop in whenever. If we go maybe two full days with no tags, I'll try to hustle things along unless I was the last tagger, of course. When we reach a point that looks good to start the next phase, I'll post it as a new comment and close the previous thread. I'm pretty sure you can go ahead a track the whole entry without a paid account, and this way it'll be less confusing if we stick to one section at a time.

At certain points, I'll leave an ooc note asking for you to roll a d20 or to make some sort of choice so I can tailor the thread to your character. If anything's confusing or you have any questions, don't hesitate to contact me via PM or a private plurk to lavellan. :D ]

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

...well. That display was something and for once, it's not something Korrin's going to say aloud. Eyes on their captive rather than Galadriel, Korrin frowns thoughtfully and crosses her arms as she listens to the information gathered. The news is better than expected, but these forces could still pose an issue.

"Good to know. I'll be with Kirk, do what you want."

Content to leave the man's fate to others, she moves to catch up with him. Her long strides will have her catching up quickly even without use of Fade Step. Spotting him up ahead, she quickens her pace so that she doesn't have to shout to be heard. "He's just a lone scout. We shouldn't expect any immediate trouble, at least. Seeing anything interesting?"

[universal_charm]

Kirk didn't respond to Korrin right away, his eyes on Galadriel, brows knitted in what might register as anger. His grip on his staff was hard, mouth set in an equally sharp line. But he doesn't say anything, not right now. He can read a room as well as the next man, and they didn't need to be derailed over an arguement at the moment.

Slowly he turned back to his original purpose, shaking his head. "Nothing of interest. They've probably run a ways from their own encampment and right now they wouldn't have fires going, so we can't spot it from a distance. But I don't hear or see a large group coming our way either and the birds aren't quiet, so we've got some time. Probably not much. We should move on, quickly."

[el_tybs]

He isn't expecting anyone to agree with him, but seeing the face that Ellana makes has him frowning as well and crossing his arms, fully expecting her to say something against it. His mindset was different then hers, but ultimately he was trying to think what they could do to help the Dalish in the area. What he ends up hearing though has the mage frowning in confusion instead. "What-?"

Sam isn't sure exactly what is going on, but whatever it was he could certainly see the effects and feel it at some level. Perhaps it was Fortitude feeling it and in turn giving him an odd sinking feeling in his stomach. Regardless it was obvious that Galadriel had done something, pulled information out in some way.

He did not like it.

Clearly unsettled Sam stands a bit straighter, leans just a bit slightly back, but doesn't move. Not right away at least. There's a moment where it looks like he's going to say something but ends up biting his tongue and walks off towards where Korrin and Kirk had went off to.

[chainlightning]

"I can hide them," Merrill agrees, though it's quiet. She is watching all of this with one hand tight on her staff. The reactions are telling, and Merrill isn't currently sure if they're more to Galadriel's power or to the death of the scout.

Either way, she figures that if they really wanted him to stay alive, they wouldn't have walked away.

She turns toward the Dalish woman who had been running away from the man and his group and gives her a slight nod. "With information gained, I think it's up to you and your clan to decide his fate. Not us. I can't speak for all of us here, either, but- that's my thought on it. I can put him to sleep also, if you'd like."

[serannas]

Well this sure is a thing. The humans and Vashoth take off, while the elves remain behind. Maybe they all had looked at Galadriel as just another rifter, but the elves see something different when they look at her: she's a representation of all they've lost. Their empire, immortality, most of their culture -- all gone. But Galadriel (and Thranduil for that matter) walk among them looking like the Creators themselves. And why would the elves fear the Creators?

Even the elf woman they saved looks more impressed than scared. "How did you--" She stops herself and shakes her head. "You know, I don't even want to know. Serves him right." She has the information to protect her clan, and she's more than ready to decide his fate. Whether or not the shems want to argue it doesn't matter to her, and she draws back her bowstring once more, smirking at the man.

"Why would I want him asleep for this?" She releases an arrow into his jugular and the impact jerks his head to one side, a gurgling sound coming from him as blood fills his mouth. Ellana cringes just slightly and looks up at the elf, rather than the man.

"Will you return to your clan now...?" The pause is so the woman can introduce herself.

"Nellas," she answers quickly. "And yes, I will, though I think I should repay you somehow for saving me. You can't come with me--" Here she jerks her head towards the group of non-elves that has walked away. "But I could maybe gift you with something?"

"Actually," Ellana says, expression brightening, "we could use your help. We're looking for an entrance to an elven ruin in this area. It's pretty overgrown, but has steps leading down and two large outer doors." At least that's what she saw in Galadriel's mirror. "Do you know of it?"

Nellas's eyes widen a little and she loops her bow across her chest. "I do, but we never go there. Our clan's elders say the spirits are angry, and keep everyone away." Still, she knows these people did her a service and she crosses her arms, gaze dropping to the ground. "I'll take you as close as I dare. Within sight of the steps. But I can't go further, all right?"

"Yes, that would be perfect! Ma serannas."

Now Merrill can get the bodies underground and they can group back up to head that way.

[ ooc: this concludes phase one! go ahead and start phase two here. ]