Player-led plot: Sabotage the Enemy Forces

[provenforce]

WHO: Rey, Kylo Ren, Nari Dahlasanor, Yngvi, Malcolm Reed
WHAT: Sabotaging the Red Lyrium Operation
WHEN: the night before the Inquistion attacks
WHERE: Sunless Lands Red Lyrium mine
NOTES: i mean if you guys want to talk plotting or whatever, feel free to do it in the OOC post.

The team leaves the Inquisition camp just after dark. Rey leads the way, having memorized the way to the mine when she'd first been asked to head up this mission. Talking is kept to a minimum once they reach the mine and sneak down the scaffolding.

Then, the real work begins.

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Freeing the Prisoners

[provenforce]

After initially casing the mine and reporting back to the Inquisition leaders on mission the numbers of hostiles within the mine, the most important thing in Rey's mind is rescuing the prisoners. She doesn't force anyone else to join her, those who would rather not waste their time breaking people out of the cages can go start on sabotage.

There are several cages of civilians- not the missing Inquisition agents- as well as a cage of people who look like they may be from the village that had the red lyrium in the tents. Several of them are either dead or severely infected by the red lyrium, and likely to die soon.

Rey looks at those with her, her hand flexing over where one of her lightsabers rests on her hip. She doesn't want to ignite it, worried the light and sound may call attention to their location, but it would be the fastest way to get into the cages. Unless of course...

"Look around, see if the keys are hanging up somewhere. Do any of you pick locks? We need to get these people out of here before the fighting starts."

[ ooc: feel free to threadhop or make multiple threads here ]

[nadasharillen]

"If they're simple, I can pick them," Nahariel says, peering past Rey to eye the cages as if they'd give up their secrets if she looked hard enough. "If not, I can most like figure out some other way to open them, but it'll take a bit more time and I can't guarantee it'll be as quiet."

[inagutterson]

Not quite six months since Orzammar. Part of Yngvi wonders if this is a mistake because it's the same again; people in cages, taken, left, miserable and abandoned if not for the people come looking for them but if they hadn't been looking for their people--

"I got the locks, if it can't be picked then it'd be getting blasted." The shrug isn't his usual casual from where he's over to start working at one; he's Carta, not being able to deal with any lock thrown at him meant no dinner. "Need to make a decision 'bout them before we're done." He doesn't want to say it but he knows that he's already done it once out of assembled company.

[provenforce]

"I might be able to force any locks that can't be picked," Rey exhales, flexing her fingers anxiously as she looks in at the people in the cages. Most of the ones who aren't covered in red lyrium look alert but are silent as their potential rescuers work. Rey's eyes focus on the ones who are still breathing, but don't look good. She knows that's what Yngvi means.

"The dead can be collected and burned after the rest of the Inquisition arrives to clear out the mine. Those who are still alive... There are few enough of them that we can put them on a cart and drag them out." There are carts to spare around the mine, at least. Rey says it in a way that means she isn't open to debating about it, even if these people aren't going to survive much longer, they didn't deserve to die locked in a cage.

[nadasharillen]

"Once they're out, those that can walk... have we a clear path out for them?" Nari asks, fingers already searching in a beltpouch for the simple set of picks she carried.

[inagutterson]

For a while, Yngvi doesn't say anything because in the cold locks and picks aren't as reliable as they'd be under normal conditions when the metal is cold and brittle, more liable to snap, landing them in worse trouble than they were already in. The first one comes loose with a louder screech than he'd like but there's nothing much to be done about it, what little oil kept close on his person is for his traps or emergencies. People make more noise anyway.

"Might need to let them hang tight for a bit, if it comes to it. If they'll listen." He's moving to the next one as he says it with a resigned twist to his mouth because people in these situations don't always make the best choices. They might just bolt, or they might not want to leave in the first place.