Crossing the Crossroads

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth Ashara, Fern Doirnáin, Solas, Thranduil, Fifi Mariette, Galadriel, and Herian Amsel
WHAT: Time to go mess around in the crossroads and stick our fingers in Orlesian politics.
WHEN: Mid-Drakonis
WHERE: Some random small town in the Free Marches
NOTES: None atm!

A small town has requested help from the Inquisition--A roving band of armed soldiers has been seen near the edges of the town, lurking in the woods. They haven't made any moves against the people there, but after the events of Perendale, the residents are nervous. The soldiers clearly aren't from any of the local lords, and must have some reason for being there.

Beleth has taken a small group to first scout the area, to locate, assess, and then deal with the group of soldiers, if possible or necessary.

Comments

[dashing]

Herian, in the spirit of begrudging compliance, sips from her water skin.

It's a sip, and it's water, so it's not actually that compliant, but even so. "Never have I ever been a master of spies," comes a somewhat retaliatory murmur.

Does she have a sense of humour, or is she just being difficult? The Herian Amsel story.

[untiltheyarent]

Fifi smirks, from Beleth to Herian, her hands staying where they are.

"Never have I ever traveled with the Inquisition before now," she provides.

[laurenande]

Galadriel laughs as she takes a long drink from her water skin. Her smile wide as the game progresses. She looks over the group and considers them a moment before submitting:

"Never have I had, nor celebrated a birthday."

Technically true. She predates the concept of days pretty soundly.