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.

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[circleprodigy]

"I don't feel very sensible now, to be bluntly honest." Worn thin, like butter scraped over too much bread, paranoid and sleep-deprived...sensible is far, far behind. But those words nonetheless bring forth a slight smile for his sake. "I appreciate that, truly. If this can end tonight, I and so many others can finally rest easy again.

...if any are caught alive, will you have say over what happens to them?" The Templars at the very least, she would think.