Tracking Smugglers

[gatheringstorm]

WHO: Korrin, Fenris, Julian, Adasse
WHAT: Hunting down slavers for fun and profit.
WHEN: At some nebulous point in the first half of the month.
WHERE: Ayesleigh
NOTES: CW: Slavers, violence, to be updated as need be.

It's a long trip to Ayesleigh, but the uneventful nature of it gives plenty of time to plan for the assignment ahead. The Inquisition has tasked Korrin and Fenris -members of the Northern Powers project- with following up on some leads regarding slavers in the region. Said leads have been accused of kidnapping, but lack of evidence has them still walking free. With some discussion of plans and a bit of luck, the Inquisition's agents might go further than what local authorities have been able to manage.

That's where the trail begins, though Korrin reminds everyone that they might have to expand their search, depending on what's discovered. The use of force -lethal or otherwise- isn't forbidden, but it's made clear that they must do their best not to leave a trail of blood leading directly to the Inquisition. Whatever must be done, it ought be kept discreet. (Fenris is likely reminded of this more than once.) Force isn't the only resource available to them, however; thanks to Julian and Adasse, connections and stealth might open an number of doors otherwise closed to them.

It's early morning when their ship finally reaches port, travelers streaming down onto the docks and disappearing into the crowds. The hunt begins.

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[lyriumcarved]

Just great... they probably should have seen this coming. Probably. Slavers remain a despicable foe, after all, and they can't be underestimated. Fenris draws his large sword at once, blocking the first of the blows that's aimed his way. "I think they're past the point of talking!"

He charges in to start on the offensive, already starting to glow as he works to draw some of their attention, buying Korrin some time to recover.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Adasse jumped back when Julian did, before rolling around. He hit with the wall, before he faded into the shadows, his dark eyes narrowing. He really hated the fact that they got the goddamned drop on him. Seriously? Slavers. Maker be Damned Slavers. He hissed as he went up the side, going to find the one who is slinging spells.

Is he saying anything? Not a thing. So he can sink his blades into that magister bastards.

[gatheringstorm]

"Fuck that hurt--" Korrin wheezes as she stands, that pain only fueling her rage. Casting a Barrier over any allies close enough, she then eyes the asshole who Stonfisted her and charges, spirit blade swinging. The mage's eyes widen and a Mind Blast spell is quickly cast, prompting Korrin to stagger back as the telekinetic wave hits her. The mage raises a staff, ready to blast the horned woman as many times as it takes, so Adasse's blades will be more than welcome when Korrin's mind clears.

[insatiably]

The mage appears to be the target to hit, so when Adasse stabs him with his daggers, Julian rushes forward, past Korrin as she's trying to recover from the mind blast, to swing at the mage's knee to bring him to the ground. The cry of pain is rather satisfying, but less so is the sharp punch to the shoulder as he's hit by an arrow immediately after. Fuck, maybe the archer was the one to hit. Ow.

He stumbles slightly, staring at the arrow shaft sticking out from his armor. It's clearly penetrated through his jacket at the leather armor underneath, but he doesn't know how far. Hopefully not sticking out the other side. Well, this is a shitty situation. At least it's his left shoulder, so he can still swing with his right arm, which he does, running straight at the archer as he struggles to get another arrow out of his quiver.

[lyriumcarved]

Fenris would like to get to that mage, himself, if he can just cut through this other warrior first. Swords clash and clang, and Fenris keeps on parrying, until he finds an opening to cut the man down. It's satisfying, seeing the blood spill, the slaver falling to the ground.

But there's no time to celebrate, and he just catches what happens out of the corner of his eye… "Julian!" He swears in Tevene under his breath, activating his brands as he changes his mind on his next target… the archer. He figures Julian can use the help just about now.

Fenris is harder for enemies to follow and track when he's like this, but even so, it's a challenge to close in on that archer. The nearby mages shoot off spells in his direction, especially interested in targeting him now that he's shown his hand… That makes Fenris more than a little uneasy. Slavers talk. They have a vile network of communication among them… they undoubtedly know who he is, what he's worth. The whole notion just pisses him off all the more, driving his rage further.

When he finally gets in place, Fenris swings at that archer, slashing with a heavy strike toward him.