The Cult of Andraste

[keeperofmagi]

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...

Comments

[wickedchase]

It's briefly tempting to argue; complicated plans sounds like a cheap excuse, but then, he's a made who makes his own luck. He isn't here to debate religion, and he seriously doubts she's interested.

"At your order, then, madame. I'll keep my eyes peeled."

[nofury]

She gives him a small, slightly amused smirk before systematically going through her side. Nothing, nothing, a tiny scrap to be preserved, nothing. No matter how much nothing there may be, there was no excuse not to go over every inch as thoroughly as possible. It only took missing one important something to ruin a mission.

"Appreciated, soldier."