[OPEN] Smoke and Mirrors: Perendale

[minrathousian]

WHO: OPEN!
WHAT: The Inquisition's forces fight against the Venatori to prevent Corypheus from seizing power in Perendale.
WHEN: Early November.
WHERE: Perendale, Nevarra
NOTES: Violence.

On the edges of Corypheus' territory, Perendale is the site of a major Venatori offensive--a push by Corypheus' forces to take control of the city and push his influence further across Thedas. The Inquisition's forces have rallied to answer the Nevarran governor's desperate plea for support. The battle for Perendale will decide the fate of hundreds within the city's walls.

Comments

[limier]

A nod back, glance down the road,

"We will do better out of close quarters," She agrees. The girl’s yet clear-headed, and the assessment’s fair: Swords and spells alike require room to move. One needn't be trying friendly fire in times like these, and flames won’t take stone so easily as shacks. (Smothering to death, what an Orlesian way to go — )

The market's the smart play, it also means they’ll be seen coming. She takes point, doesn’t bother about unnecessary explanations as they start off: One to draw attention, the other to repay it.

If Wren hasn’t recognized who Nell is, the what’s far less a mystery.

[minrathousian]

They are seen coming.

The Spellcaster has secured the square, but perhaps got a bit cocky in the process. While she maintains a small contingent of zealots at her disposal, she appears to have over-estimated the security of her position.

When Wren and Nell are seen, she's quick to cast a barrier across herself and four of her sword-wielding zealots, who all charge forward to accost the interlopers. She lays fire and ice mines to protect herself.

[galvanising]

Nell falls into formation, a few paces back on Wren's flank, ranging as wide as the street allows, the better to keep a clear line of sight to any enemies ahead. It would be a shame for Wren to get caught in her crossfire, after all. At least right now.

When their enemy appears, Nell's not as quick to cast a barrier as their foe, instead firing off a barrage of energy bolts and flinging a hail of stones and debris at the mage opposite, pummeling her shield with projectiles. It's only at the last second, once the soldiers are nearly within reach, that Nell throws a barrier into place around Wren and steps near enough to put herself within its cover as well, spirit blade suddenly glowing to life on the flat end of her staff as she prepares to engage from closer quarters.

[limier]

Here they go —

It's been too long since she was in the field before today. Nerves grind, heart slams a rapid pace beneath plate and bone. But it always does: What the body doesn't learn, the mind doesn't listen to. Fear's a funny thing,

And you learn to tune it out.

The first of them, the fastest, meets shield with blade — with an opening low and stupid, to step into and shove him down. Stomp on his face (once, twice) to find the second’s already cut within her guard. Turn the blade, step aside (a third now) only to catch another across chain and that’ll leave a mark but not one written in her arteries, so it'll do; gives her a wide slash, a feint. Gives someone else a reason to fall on rent on hamstrings.

Spit and hiss the whole while in a bid to look the fucking madwoman, to keep them off the true threat behind. The girl's shown herself more than capable, still, better not to be swarmed.

Wren jams a blow, pushes ahead with stubborn insistence. Pale light gleams to collect about each swing. It’s not enough to keep them all (one, two) from slipping aside her, bearing down towards Nell.