what is a man [OPEN]

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WHO: Notas & OPEN
WHAT: The Inquisition must investigate a Venatori camp that has set up on the Wounded Coast. What are they up to? Will you find out?
WHEN: Early December. I'm flexible in its timing if people in Nevarra want to partake.
WHERE: The Wounded Coast
NOTES: I'll set up a few top levels for everyone to tag into as you please!
If you'd like something specific, or you desire to arrange your own top level, please feel free to.

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ARRIVAL

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The Wounded Coast is no different than any description that one Varric Tethras would have described in any of his adventures regarding the Champion; the smell of the sea impossible to ignore, the weather far from fair and drizzling cold water. Mist threatens to climb up from the rocks below as crashing waves claw up furiously from the ocean. Just as charming as one might aniticpate from the name of such of a location.

Perhaps you are here because the Inquisition has requested it of you; a sighted Venatori camp has placed itself here somewhere, and you've been asked to investigate. Or, perhaps you are simply on your way back to Kirkwall and happen to notice something is odd and you decided to observe it out of curiosity. No matter the reason, you are here now:

The rocks do well to obscure the camp mostly from vision, but it's the distant noise that no doubt gives it away: the sound of shouting echoes from the open mouth of a cave. One without magic cannot pass, but one who is a mage will notice that the entrance is blockaded by a barrier.

Once that has been bypassed, if you are all careful, the inside shows the camp: tents and torches all arranged. Some of them are working, frowning at the noise and working conditions, but most of them are jeering and yelling enthusiastically as a fight is taking place in the center of the gathering. A Qunari woman and man are fighting each other. Though the man is armed, she is only fitted with a pair of gauntlets -- yet, she does well for herself.

In the end, she disarms him, throwing him down before grabbing him by the horns and forcing his neck to snap with a loud CRNCH that echoes the cave.

The crowd cheers, blind to your arrival.

[iceblade]

Requested by the Inquisition, Skadi isn't one to refuse when it involves two of her favorite things. Namely, killing Venatori and getting out of the city for a while. She'll dismount from her hart upon reaching the mouth of the cave, then frowns as the barrier prevents her passage.

"Shite." She sighs and glances over to whoever has decided to join her either out of assignment or curiosity. "Can you undo this, or do I need to head all the way back to Kirkwall for someone who can?" That would be well and truly annoying, but if that's what it takes....

[justice_is_blond]

He gives the woman a slightly confused look before he senses what's stopping her. It's... designed to let only mages through? That's fascinating, and at any other time he'd want to have time to study it but the party needs to pass.

"I can dispel it," Anders says, pulling the staff off his back slowly as he does as much sensing of the thing he can. It's not enough to truly figure the spell out, but at least he has a vague shape to go off of by the time he's casting and removing the barrier.

"There we go. You can pass now."

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The barrier comes away at Anders' casting.

Within the cave, there are guards posted, but they seem distracted by the humbly sized arena that they've arranged for themselves.

"Does anyone else wish to pit one of theirs against my ox?" one of the Venatori asks mockingly.

"Tiberius, some of us are working," another sneers by one of the tents. "Perhaps you should do the same."

[iceblade]

"Thanks."

Skadi takes point, grateful that neither of them are in heavy armor, as they aren't loudly announcing their presence. That gives them a moment to listen in before it's time to deal with their enemies. She listens in with a small frown, realizing they have a captive or slave, if not more. Well, that's all the more reason to take down the lot of them. She draws her greatsword, expecting trouble sooner than later and quite willing to cleave her way through it.

[justice_is_blond]

He nods to her, though his shoulders slump a little as she pulls her weapon.

"Oh. Good. It's another day ending in y, then." There's always a fight. Why? He's not sure. At least she's got a big sword, though. He prefers to have one of those on his side when they're not joined with a certain flame.