Player Plot: The Song Red Lyrium Sings

[aceso]

WHO: Christine, Sam, Inessa, Kain, James, and Ciri
WHAT: Facing Red Templars at their research site.
WHEN: last days of August
WHERE: northern Ferelden
WARNINGS: for descriptions of violence and injuries.

In the comments for thread organization. I'll post part 2 once we wrap up part 1. Part 3 will likely go up in a few days.

NPCs are listed here if you want a face to go with names.

Comments

[judgemewhole]

The moment he sees movement beyond the corner of his gaze - James puts his shield up to hold against the two scouts. Gone is all stumbling - now he is a wall for them to fell their blows against, while they are struck from their vulnerable rears. Still, the sword is at the ready, waiting for the moment that either one of them turns their attention towards the other two.

and both my spiky boys failed their dice rolls

[aceso]

One scout never gets the chance to turn his attention away. When Kain descends on him, it's with a heavy blow from his sword that lacerates deep into his side where his armor is weak. He lets out an inhuman screech of pain, back arching and knees buckling. Falling to the ground, he struggles to get back up, but he's bleeding too heavily to gather the energy. Whether or not Kain continues swinging, this scout will be dead within moments.

The scout on the right is also too focused on James to turn away, but the knife flung into his back certainly gets his attention. With a scream, his spike arm jerks back, trying in vain to grab at the hilt, some distant memory of when he had hands coming forward, knowing he should be able to grasp it. Why can't he grasp it? Vulnerable and in excruciating pain, he turns his back to James to face his attacker, spike arm still flailing uselessly at his back. He isn't focused on the fight at all.

excellent!

[in_death_sacrifice]

In true warrior fashion, Kain swings again with his heavy sword, striking another blow to ensure that the lyrium-infected scout won't get up again. Good riddance... and good that he'd freed them from that agonizing fate. He glances over to see that things are likewise going well for Ciri, and lowers his sword. That part is taken care of, anyway.

[ichaer]

Ciri almost laughs, almost. She manages to keep it in though as she uses the chance she gains as the Red screams, grasping at air and withering from the pain her knife has caused. There isn't a second thought before she draws her sword, rushing forward and aiming to pierce where the armor seems weakest.

Not that anything could be gained just from first glance. Who knew how much this lyrium did them both inside and out, but in the end--there was always bombs. Took care of the last ones, anyway and they were twice the size of these guys.