The Twiblight Saga

[tactical_alert]

WHO: Colin, Malcolm, D'Artagnan, The Priest, Daniel
WHAT: A traditionally anti-Inquisition Revered Mother is asking for help with darkspawn attacks. Let's go play hero and earn some goodwill! (OOC post here)
WHEN: Early Solace
WHERE: Churneau, northern Orlais
NOTES: Darkspawn creepiness, inevitable talk of war

Churneau, just northwest of Ghislain along the Highway, is a city that has seen better days. It appears as any other Orlesian city, with perhaps less of the flair and more Nevarran influence in some designs of buildings and roads, long since recovered from the Third Blight that so ravaged it Ages ago. But even approaching the city, you can see signs of recent neglect. And attack.

What doesn’t help is the thread of panic almost palpable once you hit the city limits and walk the streets yourselves. It’s not a steady stream, but you can follow a line of people heading for the chantry near the center of Churneau, those fleeing from the fighting, the encroaching war from the Anderfels, as well as those seeking refuge from the darkspawn attacks you know have been taking place beyond the borders of the city. Orlesians, Nevarrans, even Anders trying to avoid the conflict; men and women and children, young and old. Locals seem afraid to even be outside their homes, hurriedly doing their business and then heading back inside.

Best to follow the refugees in and speak to Revered Mother Riccarda.

Comments

[mousquetaire]

It's almost unsettling, how similar their sentiment is to that of Christian nuns. D'Artagnan smiles and bows, retreating a little, before turning to his companions.

"Then we begin in the east. With luck we may be able to draw them away from the city. Thank you, Sister. Reverend Mother."

He has no more questions, unless the others do; a place to start had been enough for him, and it's clear not everyone is comfortable with their presence here. If they can do something to help these people, that might change.

[keenly]

Colin has been waiting quietly for the initial talks to finish because, when faced with a plain-talking person, he finds he will be directed if he shuts his mouth and listens. His parents were both like that. He does, however, pull his satchel in front of him and start rooting through for what he wants. His status as a mage is, unfortunately, unavoidably apparent. Despite wearing normal street clothes and not robes, he does carry a staff. But he does not draw from his bag any magical apparatus, but a flask of tincture he made himself, which he moves to pass to the revered mother.

"For pain," he says quietly, so as not to disturb anyone but her. "I'm a healer. What happened to him?"

[tactical_alert]

Elloise is all too happy to escort the Inquisition around should they wish to, though she also indicates that she has her own duties to attend to. Her demeanor isn't forced at all, and it might cause one to wonder if she's really that content or if the severity of the situation might have somehow passed her by.

With Riccarda, that Colin is a mage has, of course, not escaped her, and she hesitates in taking the flask. But she must decide that a healer is a healer, which they could sorely use, and at least takes it from him. Whether she'll use it or not is another matter.

"A survivor of the darkspawn."

Is all she says, a tired edge finally creeping into her voice as she lowers her eyes to the patient. A survivor could just mean injured from the attack. But he's also separated from the rest of the injured, the rest of everyone under the roof. Nor does she specify what kind of injuries he sustained.

[keenly]

Colin gives a respectful nod to her, to show she is in charge of this hall, not he. But it's the patient he addresses, looking down to him with his hands folded before him.

"May I examine you?" He'd asked Anders for the rundown of the early signs of the darkspawn taint before leaving. While he assumes Riccarda knows what she is doing, he would like to know what he is dealing with.