I LIKED TEVINTER WHEN IT WAS STILL UNDERGROUND | Closed

[wythersake]

WHO: Hanzo, D'Artagnan + Alistair, Jester, Marcoulf, Nathaniel, Newt, Rey.
WHAT: Rescue.
WHEN: This year of our lord 9:44.
WHERE: The Deep Roads.
NOTES: Plotting Post

I'll be making some headers in a second here, but feel free to make your own. I'm not your boss.

Comments

[mousquetaire]

[ D'Artagnan still has his doubts that any part of this is a good idea, and now he watches their progress across with bated breath. He'd made it through those tunnels with Hanzo. If something happens to him now--

Of course that means his eyes are on the man when his bow starts glowing, and he leans forward with a frown. ]

Wait. Should it be doing that?

[ He looks at Newt, who he's newly established as their expert in all things magical. ]

That's not you, is it?

[eruit]

[ Hanzo is doing his best to appear nonplussed about the glimmer that Storm Bow is giving off, but he is not as successful as he might like, he thinks. He knows what is happening, of course; his spirits are reacting to the danger he is in and warning him to be careful.

Warning him with light. In the middle of the Deep Roads, which are pitch black.

He could curse.

He grits his teeth before he speaks, shaking his head, letting his voice carry back. ]

The bow is enchanted. It is meant to do that, on occasion.

[ And he sounds a little bit like he's trying to scold something. ]

[provenforce]

I might be able to catch one of them if they slip, but not both.

[ Rey offers, glancing over at Newt, fairly unphased by the glowing bow. Shit glows around here sometimes, she's just used to it, now. ]

So if both of us are on alert... they should get across in one piece.

[somethingwild]

[Newt arches an eyebrow in the general direction of the glowing bow. He knows only a little of how enchantment works here, and so it doesn't seem as odd to him, the bow, as, perhaps, it ought to.

Still, he can't help but comment wryly at the sight of it.]

The extra light seems useful.

[He turns to Rey and nods. It's a better plan than having none at all.]

Sounds good to me.

[Newt turns back into a steady position, wand at the ready, in case he's needed. He can, at least, try, even if his magic proves useless in the end.

But, of course, he can't help but turn back to Alistair with a response.]

Not the lowest bar for me doing well, but close enough, I suspect.

[mousquetaire]

If all goes well, you may not even be tested.

[ Let's hope, anyway. He would rather not have to rely on someone else's magic to get him home, no matter how reliable it may be.

He folds his arms, watching the pair of them with concern. ]