faderift | Where There's Smoke

WHO: Beleth Ashara, Merrick Ashara, Sabriel Abhorsen, and Martin Walker
WHAT: A quest! And a house on fire. And this weirdo yelling at them.
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: Fallow Mire
NOTES: Undead, fires, crazy old guys, and Merrick

"We should help him."

Beleth looked as unsure as her voice sounded, as she crossed her arms and glanced over at the man in question. That man was currently having a bit of a meltdown, probably because his house happened to be blazing merrily. Beleth couldn't help but recall with a bit of guilt how she had written just a bit ago that this whole thing ought to be put up in flames. Well, she'd meant after all the occupants had left, for the record.

However, his distress was apparently not enough to overcome his dislike for the scouting group, because as soon as Beleth tried approaching him, he started shouting at her, waving his arms about and hollering about outsiders and not needing their help. The Dalish quickly retreated back over to the group, standing next to Merrick, and looking rather perplexed.

"Well. We can't force him to accept our help, I guess...?" She still didn't sound very convinced of the entire affair, turning to the rest of her team for their advice.

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A house on fire, and a man panicking all brought back some rather foul memories for Walker. Still he kept a professional state of mind. The person obviously didn't want their help at the moment. Or at least he was to far in a state of panic to really ask for it.

Thinking for a moment as he eyed the situation as it currently stood, he eventually shrugged. "No, we can't. And we can't exactly risk our own well being either." The house was lost as near as he could tell, unless their mage could put out the flames. They could do that, right?

"And if he goes into the house alone, once we leave?"

He would die, and Sabriel doesn't really need to spell that out. There's really only one of them who survive a house on fire if she were able to defend herself aptly. And as such, it's up to her to make that choice, even if the idea... it's not something she's ever done.

"I could try to calm the flames," she reasons, quietly. "Or place a barrier on myself and enter."

Merrick glares, impatient. He couldn't care less about the raving man; he just wants what's in that house.

"There'll be nothing but ashes soon if you don't shut up and do something," he snaps.

"Merrick--" Beleth huffed at him, ready to begin a lecture, when the man apparently changed his mind--maybe from the way that some of them seemed perfectly willing to leave him to it alone. He turned to them, waving his arms again, but this time, when he shouted, it was to tell them that there was a journal in his house, one that was very important, and needed to be retrieved.

Beleth still looked...pretty unsure, but she turned to Sabriel, absently fiddling with her scarf.

"Well--Maybe a barrier would be best. If you wanted to get that notebook? I can try asking him what's so important about it." She glanced over at the man, who was still yelling at them.

Were they really going to help this guy save a notebook of all things? Well if the strange man was more worried over the book, as opposed to his property, then perhaps it was something of value? Silently he watched the others talk, occasionally listening in at the man's yelling.

Then he glanced at the flames and felt a cold sweat go down his back, dark images flitting across his vision before he blinked them away. "If that's the case then could you place it on someone other than yourself?"

None of them are firefighters, unfortunately, they don't exactly have pure oxygen laying around or any way to combat what the smoke can do to their lungs. As far as he's concerned, they should think about it a bit more. But probably not too long. "If you can, then I can go and grab it."

Or stay and help deal with the rambling man.

She doesn't flinch at Merrick's rebuke, but there's a flicker of annoyance at her returned look. She'd rather not die in the attempt, not for a house on fire, and it's not something she does every day. With the state of the fire at present, rapidly eating away at the wood, the barrier is really the only thing she'd have time for, rather than trying to get a control over non-magical fire.

She turns to Walker and his suggestion. "I could, but it would be harder to maintain, once you're inside. I'd likely have to accompany you, and overseeing two is harder than one." She looks to Beleth. "I'm willing to try if you're willing to speak to him, Beleth. As to where he left it might help."

It would certainly save precious few minutes, but then again, they don't exactly have the time for her to wait around much longer. She steps away from the group, but only to unsheathe her sword, visualising what she needs, protection over her very skin, so she'll be ready to cast when she has a location to head to. Get in, get out. Easy enough. She could do this.

When Sabriel moves toward the building at last, Merrick has stationed himself outside of it, watching for corpses that were sure to be upon them.

As he'd thought, the conflagration has drawn many of the undead out of the waters. They amble toward the house, and Merrick rushes to cut them down, a blur darting around the water's edge.

She nods to Sabriel. "I'll speak to him. Please don't take any unnecessary risks." With that, she lets Sabriel do her thing, moving over to the man. She stops to look at the rest of the team--Merrick particularly, as Martin isn't currently throwing himself into danger.

"Be careful!" She calls after the other Dalish, her brows furrowing in concern. She doesn't want to nag him, and he's a good fighter, but even the best fighter can be overwhelmed. Beleth tries to shove down that urge to fret over her friends, and turns to the strange man. Only to get more yelling and wild gesturing, some of which she has to lean away to avoid, lest she get whacked by a stray limb. Well, he's mostly calling her an outsider and nagging after the journal, which is certainly not the worst insult she's received.

"Hey, so, where exactly is--Yes, we're outsiders--Please, ser--" Duck. "Can you just--Yes, okay, I know we're strangers--And I'm an elf--Ser, the journal--" Duck again. As she leans out of the way, she glances over her shoulder to Sabriel. "It sounds like it's on top of a desk...probably in his study--yes, ser, she's a mage, she's going to help you, now can you--" And she glances over at Martin, a pained expression on her face. Help.

He was about to say something when the walking corpses caught him off guard.

Zombies.

Really, real zombies. Well the reports did say something about walking corpses, but Walker didn't exactly think that it was literal. His surprise wore off eventually though. Unslinging the spear that he had grabbed back in Skyhold, he went to work, still somewhat wishing that he had his guns, but the weapon felt somewhat similar at least and got the job done.

Quickly the man moved to help Beleth and the ranting man. Time to earn his keep.

Quickly he liked one of the zoms before glancing to Beleth, "I'll take care of the zombies if you take care of him."

Edited (Because the original didn't please me) 2015-11-29 02:58 (UTC)

Where There's Smoke

I'll go first then, I guess????

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