[CLOSED] Smoke & Mirrors: Kirkwall

[minrathousian]

WHO: CLOSED to those who signed up.
WHAT: Inquisition personnel work to identify Venatori agents who have infiltrated the Inquisition in Kirkwall.
WHEN: Early November.
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Violence, murder.

In Kirkwall, the threat to the Inquisition is more covert:  four Venatori agents have infiltrated the Inquisition's base of operations in the Free Marches, and have insinuated themselves well into the workings of the organization. Perhaps they have made befriended you, or established themselves as a quiet loner who prefers only to focus on their work, with little interest in socializing. Actionable intelligence suggests that they will take advantage of the Inquisition's reduced numbers in Kirkwall to attempt to seize valuable information. The trouble now is identifying just who the infiltrators are--and stopping them before they access vital information, or create further havoc.

Comments

[foxsays]

All things considered, it speaks favourably of the company Araceli keeps despite how varied it is - so many apostates after all - that this is the first time she's seen blood magic in two years of living in Thedas. (The aftermath of the kidnapping might have involved it but dazed as she was, those memories she hasn't ever been in a hurry to recollect.)

No one has ever told her what to do in the face of blood magic. Maybe no one ever anticipated that she'd need to learn too much about it. Silkdart is comfortably secure beneath her sleeve though she's no chance for stealth in this situation, he won't know that it's there. If she can get to the side, if she can move past him.

That's always been where her advantages are. Being small, being fast, being light on her feet.

She still has four knives are her disposal, throwing another one hard to have it clattering past him in the opposite distraction she moves in, drawing her rapier in the right hand as she goes. (She grits her teeth for the inevitable. Blood magic isn't going to be pleasant. Hopefully better than a head full of lyrium the being tossed through the air by a fucking werewolf.)