faderift | The Cult of Andraste

WHO: Dorian, Maria, Nerva and Twisted Fate
WHAT: War Table Mission: The Cult of Andraste
WHEN: Forward dated to Haring 5th, over a period of at least 3 days
WHERE: The ruins of the ancient temple of Andraste
NOTES: see original mission outline above, linked in 'what'. likely to involve a lot of violence and bickering and since dorian is here, sass

[Prompt below is for initial meeting / heading out on the quest thread. We can start other threads as we need them for later parts of the mission.]

It came as something of a relief, when Nerva was finally given a mission outside of the castle grounds. Skyhold had been something of a shock, despite her thinking that she had prepared for it. But the way the mages lived and worked here was unnerving, and dangerous, but she and her fellow templars were far outnumbered. Being able to get out into the world, do some real good, was an intoxicating idea. She was even smiling - albeit a small one - as she checked over her equipment and the gear they would require for the journey. She'd come to the gates early, just to make sure she had a good idea of everything that would be needed, what they were missing, and what would have to be done without. It was little more than a glorified scouting mission, but for Nerva, an important one. The loss of her connection to the Chantry had been a heavy blow, and anything she could do to help restore some of that connection, even if only for herself...

Well. She would gladly do it.

So she was far more devoted to the mission than mere duty necessitated.

However, that was very likely to change, once she found out exactly who was on the mission with her...

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The cold and disapproving looks merely earn a cheeky smile in return from the elf, and he winks at Nerva. Because that certainly will earn him some approval from her, won't it?

He's following Maria, but he spares a glance over to Dorian, winking at him. "I go by Twisted Fate. Though whatever you feel like calling me is entirely up to you. Heard 'em all by now, really. It's a pleasure."

Or in as much as it can be, in such conditions.

Dorian's interest adopts a keen edge as he watches the exchange between Templars, not all the time privy to demonstrations of rank, informal or not. Fascinating! Potentially useful.

Faint amusement glimmers in his expression as Maria drags momentum forward, Dorian hefting up his own luggage, looking towards Twisted Fate with the same thought in time to at least forge the missing link in who knows who, falling into step with the elf. "What a fascinating moniker. You'll have to regale me with how you came by it at some especially boring patch of hiking. Or, if that's strictly classified, make something up.

"Dorian," he adds, focus settling back forwards. "Of House Pavus."

"Of Tevinter." Nerva helpfully finishes for him, somehow managing to keep eighty percent of the spite from her voice. Still. Twenty percent left a lot of spite. She picked up her own bags - mostly loaded down with things that they would need that weren't necessarily personally items, as well as a shield nearly as tall as she was.

She fell in line last - not because of laziness, but so that she could take a vanguard position. She didn't even think about it - it was simply second nature. Maria at point, her at vanguard - protect the mages.

Even if she daydreamed darkly about both of them falling off a cliff on the way.

"Maria Hill."

They were on the move at least, so she throws her name out over her shoulder for the benefit of 'Fate.' Like Dorian, she's sure it was an assumed name- made her think of Iron Bull and his Chargers- but she'd leave asking after the tale to the mage. The Inquisition was nothing if not full of eccentrics.

"Of Tevinter? Scary." The elf lets out a quiet chuckle, keeping his grin as he follows Maria's march. "However will I sleep tonight, knowing I'm traveling with templars and a dashing man from Tevinter?"

Fate adjusts his hat and looks on ahead to their path ahead of them. This certainly will be a journey, won't it?

"Ah, well. I assure you the truth is far less enjoyable than any lie I could tell you. But I promise tales nonetheless."

Though he can only see primarily her back, he does offer to Maria politely, "Well met, then."

"Yes, I really ought to have a sign made to hang around my neck. Of Tevinter."

Dorian turns a step mostly to track where Nerva is settling, before reorienting in Maria's lead with some resignation for having the less friendly one at his back. He might, later, confirm his sense of feeling like he's being herded in some way, but for now-- "The dashing part goes without saying."

"No flirting." The words come out as if she were a babysitter, telling the children not to bite each other. An equal mix annoyance and exasperation. Of course they were both flirts. Of course they were. She had better put a stop to it now.

(Her mind could easily go from flirting to much worse, and she had absolutely no need to fight a desire demon if she could help it.)

"Yes, Well met."

It was a good thing she's facing forward and thus away from the group, because she can't help the rueful smile that comes with Nerva's admonishment. This was no Templar march of clear rank and order. After that comment, Maria could only resign herself to listening to endless, unsubtle flirtation (more so than would have occurred anyway) for the march.

"I trust no artifacts will be sent to the Black Divine for Feastday."

That earns a low laugh. "Flirting? Figured I was just describing the obvious. If I was flirting, I'd probably have said somethin' more like your sense of style lets me look at you in all of the right places and probably something including the word ravishing. Either in the you look ravishing or I'd like to ravish you, take your pick, really."

Either way, expecting Fate to behave himself is a tall order indeed.

Walking as they are, Nerva doesn't herself get the satisfaction of witnessing a flash of irritation show true across Dorian's features, and a glance aside spares Fate of it as well as the jest continues on. It's hard to say, whether it's too early to pick his battles, or if it is best to establish how he will and will not be talked to.

Instead, focusing on Maria's contribution--

"Certainly not, thrilled as His Most Holy might be. To have, for the sake of having. No, trusting that sacrilegious bandits have not yet ravished the holy grounds themselves, we're going to make two White Divine Hands immensely happy."

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Twisted Fate earns himself a Disgusted Sound, but that really had been all she had intended to say on the subject, and since Dorian doesn't encourage it, she doesn't repeat herself. She just contents herself to glaring at his back.

The talk of Tevinter's black divine makes her twitch, though. At least Dorian knows better than to tease too far on that subject, with two templars marching with him.

But considering that the Hands in question seemed, for some reason, to trust him, she had to assume that he really didn't have any ties to the Black Divine.

"If we could, we should be securing the site against intrusion and leaving the artifacts where they are," She offered instead, her voice only just loud enough for the three of them to catch it. She didn't bother to say that she knew that they couldn't - that the manpower alone made it impossible, and that they had more important things to focus on. Maria knew. It didn't matter if the mages knew. "I only hope that something still remains."

Maria made a non-committal noise in response to the other Templar. There were a great number of things that could be done, ideally, but as it was they had to deal with the reality and restrictions of their situation. Facts she was sure they were all too familiar with.

"The place must have some defenses left to it, to have anything worth investigating after all this time. The Nightingale wouldn't have dedicated resources to nothing."

The Disgusted Noise that Nerva gives him only earns a low chuckle. He can almost feel her glare, and yet he seems to encourage it.

"She's usually quite informed, no?" Fate shrugs. "Surely there are a few somethings left behind there."

The idea of the artifacts do interest him, on a monetary value. That's not really something he plans on bringing up, of course. That aside, he is curious about the tunnels, whatever hints toward their enemies there may or may not be.

"Though I suppose it'd help if we knew what we were looking for, hm?"

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