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

[circleprodigy]

"A device created to hunt people down or control them...that level of barbarism is one thing which has to be left in the past, if the peace I just spoke about is to have any chance at all. That and many other things, but you'll forgive me if this is the one closest to my heart at the moment."

A slight apologetic smile forms as she nods, agreeing with what's said, but.... "My personal role in that is not likely to be significant, much as I believe in the serious need for reform. Grey Wardens have a different set of demands, and short of whatever miracle befell the Grand Enchanter, that's not likely to change. That said, I'm still invested in the outcome for the sake of my friends and allies."

[judgemewhole]

"I cannot and will not blame you, not even a little bit. Especially over what has been happening over the varying plagues we've gotten." He sighed softly, running one hand through his hair once more.

A curious look, before he tipped his head to the side, "IF you do not mind the question - what are the Wardens going to do, when all this is done?"

[circleprodigy]

"Prepare for a reckoning in the Anderfels, if that doesn't happen before. Even with Corypheus defeated, our northern brethren must be deal with. So, from one war to another. It's something to do in between Blights, I suppose." Inessa's words are flippant but her eyes dark with anger. Ciri's not the only one that wants that First Warden's head on a pike. Garahel growls as well, having similar feelings on the subject matter.

[judgemewhole]

Interceptor whines slightly, as James looks pensive as he looks around. "So what do we all have after this? More wars. Delightful. Well, at least they won't be headed by a darkspawn in a dress."

[circleprodigy]

That gets a quiet snicker out of her. "Yes, the fashion sense ought to be more bearable. But...we'll see, my prediction might be off. Perhaps the Inquisition will restore the Anderfels to what it was, though there will be work ahead for us regardless." She bends down to pet Interceptor, at ease once again with proximity to them both.