the days that bind us
WHO: Lots of people
WHAT: Recovering lost phylacteries
WHEN: Guardian 23, 9:44
WHERE: The Storm Coast
NOTES: Violence! OOC post over here.
WHAT: Recovering lost phylacteries
WHEN: Guardian 23, 9:44
WHERE: The Storm Coast
NOTES: Violence! OOC post over here.

All signs point to the Storm Coast, and once scouts have narrowed down the location it's only a short journey across the Waking Sea to move a small force onto the rocky coast. They row ashore just after dawn in driving rain, and follow the beach for at least a mile before finding a path that actually reaches the top of the cliff. The rain fades to a drizzle but the day remains relentlessly overcast as they hike toward their goal, grey and dim even at noon, with a raw breeze off the water.

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"Taking them prisoner might be a mess." Anders swallows, looking back toward the fortress. "We take them to the Inquisition and then what? They're put under Templar authority again? Not like I think we should kill them, they've had enough of a time over it but... If there's evidence that they were coerced and forced, what happens if the guard... slips up? And a few mages escape?"
It isn't a mercy to free them from a cage for them to be caught in another for them to be put in yet another.
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A beat.
"And I'm not conscripting them," he adds, not that he thinks Anders would suggest it.
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"I know. I wouldn't ask that, anyway, unless their lives were in direct danger and they were clearly not to blame. We've good reason for not recruiting right now. And... I appreciate what the Wardens have done for me greatly, but the risks," of Joining, he means, and he figures Nate understands the unspoken words, "are only worth it if we've lost and the Circles come back."
Anders takes a breath, jerking his thumb toward where there's more shouting about the Chant. "If this sort wins. The sort so many are trying to pretend don't exist."