[closed] outrun, outlast

[doneisdone]

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.

[one thread please!]

Comments

[limier]

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.

[whiskeyandbrimstone]

"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.

[doneisdone]

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.