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.

Comments

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Well shit. Adasse really has to figure out how to close down traps like that so he doesn't have his head stabbed in half. He followed after Fenris, sticking to the shadows so he could creep behind their target.

Also, avoid any more traps that might be in front of him. He was absolutely in perfect position to drop right down on the man when he came out. Or behind him. Or around him.

[gatheringstorm]

As her eyes adjust to the shift in light levels, Korrin keeps her staff and hilt out. The moment their grizzled, war-maul sporting target is spotted, she smirks and gets ready as he takes the maul off his back. The intent to charge is obvious, but she makes that a bit more difficult, when casting Static Cage a moment later.

"Oops. So sorry about that."

[insatiably]

Today is a day for Julian to see plenty of things he hasn't seen before. When Fenris just lets the spike go through him, Julian has to stand back and reevaluate his life a little. The elf is no mage, and yet that was very mage like. He assumes. He's really the last person that should be talked to about a mage's spells.

Okay, well it looks like Fenris can handle himself, so Julian follows at a more cautious pace, eyeing the floor for anymore traps. When their target is put in a static cage, however, he smiles.

"Hello, there! So sorry about this, but we figured you might not be one for conversation."

[lyriumcarved]

As that glow still surrounds him, Fenris’s expression turns predatory. Yes… perfect. They have him right where they want him. There's a certain sense of justice, too, in having him caught like this, the trapper being trapped and all. He approaches steadily, holding his sword out so that its point is resting on the man's neck. Oh, yes. This is the part he's going to enjoy.

Just… you know… he really does need to reign it in a little and not actually stab the man's throat yet. They have information to get out of him.

"Time to talk," he says gruffly. "Your life doesn't mean much to us, but what you know does."

The man is like a caged animal in a way, swearing up a storm and fighting hard to break free… well, he tries, but it's really no use. He keeps glaring at Korrin, the one who'd set this damned cage up in the first place. "You, mage! I've got a maul that needs to meet your skull!" When that massive sword is pointed at him, it's not like he can do much at all, though. He eyes them all warily. "What's this about? I didn't do nothing, you hear? I didn't do nothing at all, you've got the wrong guy!"