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[closed] outrun, outlast

WHO: Teren, Anders, Nate, Alistair, Wren, Jang
WHAT: seeking an errant Wardenmom (again), fighting the whole Anderfels
WHEN: on the way back from Tevinter
WHERE: southwestern Nevarra/the front line of the invasion
NOTES: probable violence

Several months ago, Teren took off at a gallop from the Grand Tourney in Wycome and has not been seen or heard from since. At least, that is, until a strange misfired crystal message erupted into the Inquisition's ears in the middle of one night, a familiar cry that was abruptly cut off and silent again. She has been otherwise unreachable, and it has most likely been intentional. Those who know Teren know how she can be.

The last people with whom she spoke were Alistair and Anders, not long after leaving. Perhaps it's fortunate that they know the most of her history, and know what reasons she might have had for bearing west upon news of the invasion. For this reason, on the way back from their intrepid Tevinter rescues, the party splits to move south of Perendale and check up on a little fishing village called Pike.

Predictably, the signs of Anderfel occupation are everywhere. Flags, camps posted around the town, and the ramshackle buildings themselves full to the brim with soldiers and civilians trying to keep up with the explosion of activity, working themselves to the bone to keep themselves and their families safe.
Those who have been here before will notice a conspicuous change: the Skraedder's hovel, while still there, bears no sign of its elderly elven resident. The sign is broken on its hinges, and the place seems to have been overrun by soldiers, one of whom gives the party a funny look as he stumbles drunkenly out the front door and takes a piss on the wall. At least it's outside.

Finding out what happened to Teren's mother is likely the key to finding Teren, if either of them are still alive.

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See? He's fine. What a drama queen.
Teren stumbles when Alistair moves, and it's becoming clearer how weak she is now that she has something to lean on. Not only that, but she's burning up, the telltale scent of infection tainting the air between them, visible in the lack of focus in her eyes when she squints them at Coupe.
"No other wounded," she says faintly to Jang, no doubt wondering who she is, but too tired to care overmuch. "It's just me. And now you. Until they come." Her head lolls back toward the forest from whence she came, and she tugs Alistair to indicate he should follow, her legs brittle and shaky as she leads them into the brush.

"I've gotten a good number," she rasps, picking her way in the darkness but having a decent enough memory of it, "and... as it would seem, they've gotten me too." She's not dead, clearly, but the lightless woods are no doubt hiding the reason some thought she was.

An afterthought: "sorry, Howe."

Nathaniel growls under his breath at Teren's apology, but takes Wren's offered support and offers no commentary. Instead, he sips water from Anders' waterskin and starts to work on easing into a sitting position against one of the trees. Once seated, he drops his head back and focuses on the sky overhead, broken apart by the branches of trees.

And now he's quiet. If there's to be a fight, he is hardly fit for it. If there's to be talk, he has nothing worth saying to Teren besides a stream of expletives. If not for Anders, he would have died tonight for no reason. He's going to avoid thinking too hard on that for now. For a summer night, he's suddenly feeling chilly and he doesn't know why. Morbid thoughts would only make him feel colder.

"And what about you? Anders seems busy but if you need healing I can cover that." Anyone with eyes could see how hurt or exhausted she was. "I can also set up some traps if we have a defensive point. What's the plan for the next step? I have to assume we don't have much time..."

Jang gives Howe a quick glance before looking at Teren again. Running is not an option with these two, we may be stuck defending. Fair enough, she thinks. If we have time she can turn these woods into a meatgrinder.

Terror spikes in his heart as Wren reaches for Nate, his hand tightens around Nate's arm... and then he lets go. Funny how someone he'd faith in is the one who nearly killed his husband, and the Templar is offering support.

"Not just busy." Wounds that serious, that life-threatening, need a lot of magic fast and there's a very clear reason he'd asked for help with helping his husband as he stands up, pale and a little shaky on his feet. He's got this, he can move quickly, can still handle a little, but there's no denying that took something out of him.

"Teren's camp is the plan for the next step; I've little doubt she's some traps there already but there's always a need for more." It's spoken to Jang as he looks over at Wren and steps back, giving physical room for her to help Nate. "Teren? Can you make it a little further before we stop to help you, or do you need healing now? I'm expecting an honest assessment."

His tone is a little cold, but he's attempting to be above all of what he's feeling.

"Whoa, wait," Alistair says to Teren, when she tries to start moving through the brush, because Nathaniel isn't on his feet yet, because there's currently no guarantee Teren will stay on hers, and Alistair can either support her or walk through dark woods without tripping but he definitely can't do both. "Can he walk?"

If not, Jang might be the best bet for his other side, unless Howe and Coupe are both prepared for the thought of her carrying him. As for Anders—

"I have lyrium," Alistair says, which is possibly a bad idea, with how concentrated Templars' version of the stuff comes, "but you'd have to be careful."

Wren shakes her head as Nathaniel slumps. He shouldn't be walking — whether he cares to or not — but it isn't as though they've a great deal of choice. The threat can less be called paranoia when they've left a dozen bodies behind, and Teren's half-there.

"Lost a lot of blood." Wouldn't move him at all, under better circumstance. These aren't those. "One of you,"

Not Teren, obviously.

"With me."

She jerks her head to Nathaniel. Probably, this isn't a great time to be slinging him over her shoulder, either.

"Made it this long," Teren grunts to Anders, suggesting that she can make it to the camp and he needn't worry about anyone but Nate until then. She regains enough strength to pull from Alistair and remain standing, beckoning quickly off the path and looking quite impatient.
"Patrols come through every hour or so," she hisses, "get a move on." Because, you know, it's their fault she almost killed one of them.

Looking intrigued by Jang's offer, Teren nonetheless doesn't take her up on it quite yet as she leads them through the darkness to her camp. It's almost imperceptible, and she whispers "tripwire," to the others before stepping over, stopping then to make sure everyone makes it over without getting stuck with poison-laced darts.
Her fire is out and there's not much to look at, just a sad and tattered little tent surrounded by thornbushes, and she seems to crumple to the ground as she moves to a sitting position so she can light a fire. "There are traps," she grumbles, "let me know if you're going to have a piss so I can point them out." No need to chop any dicks off today.

"Yes," Alistair says, which is just short of yes ma'am, because he is her boss, technically. And she did just nearly kill her other technical boss. Technically. If they're being technical. You know. But no one here is dead yet, and she's at least warned them of the other potential causes of mortal injury, so they're making some progress.

He looks at Teren, then around the camp.

Then he rips off what he hopes is not a very painful bandage.

"Where's your mother?"

He'd waved off the offer of lyrium... for then. He'll have to see what he's working with once they've got Nate and Teren settled, and weigh that against his recent promise to not overwork himself to the point he needed it.

"You can answer that while you sit down, Teren," he says. "And you're going to. Promptly, please." That's pointed, because he knows she hates healing, hates magic, seems to hate being still for any prolonged period of time, but he's not going to leave her injured and there's a lot to the way she's acting that says it's serious.

"And if you can set Nate down next to her, please," he adds, more gently. Wren's not going to scoop him up and bolt into the woods. Teren might make a break for it if she could. Which he's wagering she can't.

Well, she’s not going to scoop him up and bolt into the woods while there are dick-chopping traps.

"Easy,"

Murmured in the effort. Hardly knows Howe from Who, but there’s a certain sympathy born of the wound. An eye to Jang — best to know what everyone’s doing, particularly stab-happy rifters. Anders has been plenty eager to the blade today, but he’s a known quantity.

If she’d her way, she’d ask after the remaining snares now, should they need to make an exit. But Alistair’s question hangs in the air like so much rotten meat.

"If this is where we're gonna be attacked, if it's alright with you, I'd like to start planting the mines now. I can't do a ton, but I can do enough, and I can add some effects that may scare off the weak willed of them. Just tell me where you'd like them, and I'll get to work. Won't take long."

Jang has her rifle in her hands now, looking through the dark woods. A gunshot will also scare most of them off, but ammo is precious. Exploding cards are cheap. Best to save that for a last resort and a surprise.

Teren is already on the ground and quite content to be there, holding her side in a half-recline and gazing at the fire pit as though willing it to come to life. The light is fading, and they'll need it soon, though they have a bit more time yet.

"With Loghain," she sighs, clearly feeling the pain a little more now that she's relaxed, "he's taken her... well. I don't know where. It's better that way." For now, at least, until they can sort things out.

Jang's offer brings a little smirk to Teren's lips, and she nods her head at the girl, as if to say 'I like this one'. "The camp's all right," she says, "but save them for the roads. Give them a nice surprise next time another unit moves in."
The woman looks like she's about to fall over dead any second, but her smile is strangely warm. Ahh... murder.

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