the days that bind us

[exequy]

WHO: Lots of people
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.

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

They both have so much more faith in the Inquisition than he does. It's not that much of a surprise, but he cannot bring himself to trust that the mages alone will get to decide. But the shape of what Nate is holding with him is enough reason to not draw attention to himself.

"We will advocate for it," he says quietly, holding Nate's hand with his gaze fixed on the crates that are being hauled away. "Because they deserve the peace of mind we can have. They deserve the chance to make lives for themselves without constantly looking over their shoulders."

His people are not free so long as there are phylacteries tracking them. And he will see his people free.

[circleprodigy]

Stepping back from the crates, Inessa gestures for Garahel to do the same. With the loyal mabari at her side, she nods in agreement with Anders' quiet words. "They do, and their needs won't be forgotten. When we return, I'll gladly lend my time to that end.

For now...I should find Ciri." She nods to them and Garahel wags his tail, then follows his mistress to the doorway.