The Source Of Red Lyrium - Island Plot - Closed

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington, Inessa Serra, Kain Ventfort, Christine Delacroix, Genevieve de la Fontaine, and Beleth Ashara
WHAT: Per the OOC post, James has tracked down the source of the red lyrium. Time to do something about it.
WHEN: During the Island plot
WHERE: Wrecked Antivan ship along the coast
NOTES:

Some light 'Great Makers' and other curses considering the crew that James is traveling with.



James had never really considered himself much of a scout, all things considered. Oh, he was an excellent tracker, but usually he was tracking people and not magical sources gone corrupt. He also wasn't exactly a shadow in the silence, considering how much armor he usually wore.

Today, however, he was dressed simply in chainmail, sword strapped at his hip, shield on his back, Interceptor sniffing the ground ahead of him as he carefully followed the tell-tale signs of red lyrium along the shore, then up the side of a hill, as a cliff took up a great deal of this side of the island. Red spikes of red lyrium were becoming more and more frequent, and when he walked out to the edge of the cliff, he could see it. A lone fjord, jutting out to the sea, and there was the shipwreck. Antivan, by the look of it, red lyrium spikes jutting out of the ship itself in every direction.

He frowned down at the fjord, then at the cliffs, before looking over at Interceptor.

"...Well unless you have a rope and some climbing skills you have been holding out on me?"

Interceptor chuffed at him, giving him a 'Come On Buddy' sort of look.

"Right." He sighed. "Back to camp we go."

(Starters coming up!)

Comments

Discussion about the Red Lyrium

[judgemewhole]

"Well clearly we're going to destroy it, yes?" James looked around at the others. "We cannot leave it here to continue to corrupt the very ocean itself. Can you imagine what it would do to maritime pursuits? The creatures that would be coming from every edge of the water? Oh no sirs and madams. Oh no. We should smash this now and be done with it."

[arlathvhen]

Beleth gives James a Look--see, she can do it, too--before crossing her arms and shaking her head. "Well, James, I was going to suggest we fill our pockets with it as souvenirs of our island vacation, but if you insist." She frowns at one of the nearest spikes of red lyrium, tapping on it curiously. "How do you destroy this stuff, anyway? Will bashing it into dust render it useless, or will it just make red lyrium dust?" Which sounded even worse than regular red lyrium, somehow.

[aceso]

"Enough sarcastic comments," Christine says, face serious as she looks around the group. "In case anyone else was thinking of adding to Beleth's commentary." Seriously, don't test her right now. This stuff has cost countless lives and she's not going to stand around joking about it. Studying it and destroying it has been the job of her team for nearly two years now, and they don't stand around it sarcastically joking that maybe they should wear it as jewelry instead.

"It can be destroyed into small pieces or dust with heavy force. Then the properties that cause its corruption to spread no longer function. The sooner we start, the better for everyone."

[circleprodigy]

No sarcasm comes from Inessa, who appears just as repulsed and disgusted with the substance. She keeps her distance until it's time to discuss the matter and even then, takes care not to stand too close.

"Indeed. We have other samples of red lyrium; we need not retain these for study. The sooner they are destroyed, the better." She lifts the staff from her back, its bluish light indicative of a cleansing rune attached.

[in_death_sacrifice]

"Good, I for one am glad to hear that it's not needed." He's still thinking back to that tentacle that Inessa had grabbed. He's still repulsed by the thought of it. He does understand the importance of studying it, but... well... his role on the red lyrium team has always been as a destroyer, first and foremost.

He raises his sword at the ready, eyeing the lyrium. "If there are no objections... shall we begin?"

[judgemewhole]

James paused for a moment, to pull a long scarf out from his belt bag, looking at the others. "As a Templar I am more suspectable, so I will keep my mouth and nose covered at all times. I do have one or two extra scarves, for anyone uneasy about inhaling red lyrium dust through their nose."

And with that said - he lifted his sword high, preparing himself to smash the tall points with great prejudice.

[arlathvhen]

Actually, Beleth was about to suggest they use the red lyrium to create corrupted runes and slap them on their weapons, but that's probably just as crazy as red lyrium jewelry, right? Nevertheless, Christine is favored with a lengthy, withering stare, but Beleth decides against any comments. Now is not the time nor the place to question a subordinate's conduct, and she can always bring it up with Val when they're no longer stuck on Murder Island.

Once the decision to destroy the red lyrium is reached, Beleth nods quickly, pulling out her bow and an arrow. A few vials at her hip are inspected, before she pulls one out, and coats the tip of her arrow in a foul-smelling substance.

Her own scarf that usually hangs around her neck is pulled over her nose, just in case, and she draws the arrow, pointing it at the spikes of red lyrium furthest from the group. "That's going to explode," She informs the group calmly. Which is...exactly what it does, though it's small and far enough away that the most the group will get is smoke tinged with the scent of that foul-smelling substance.

[bouclier]

Evie holds her hand out for one of James's scarves, a slight smile touching her lips.

"I'll accept one of your favors, ser," she teases lightly, although she does accept and want the scarf. She's just only capable of being serious when she feels there's physical danger and they're breaking a bunch of creepy glowing rocks. What's the worst that could happen, here?

Once she has a scarf and has secured it over her mouth and nose, she draws her own sword, brow creased slightly as she looks at the red lyrium in front of her, before choosing the most sensible angle to attack it from, where she already sees a crack.

[in_death_sacrifice]

"Good idea," Kain mutters, not one to take chances when it comes to this hideous lyrium. He nods to James' offer, and looks toward the others, Inessa in particular. "Better we're all safe about this stuff... just in case."

Once he's all set, Kain once more readies his sword. The sooner this is all destroyed, the better. He eyes the pulsing, glowing redness as if it's an enemy to conquer... and then he brings his sword down to smash it as hard as he possibly can. He does this again, and then again, anger building up in him with every blow.