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.

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[wythersake]

"That isn't —" Visions of paperwork dance before his eyes. "— You don't got anything!"

The bronto slams its bulk between its fellows and the rock. It's a massive beast; Newt temporarily pilots a one-man wrecking ball. It's possible from here to distract the herd with the fight, or perhaps, to lead them onward and out of the cavern.

Towards what? Darkspawn aren't all that haunt these tunnels. There's certain danger (to himself, to the beasts) in playing bronto bumper cars. But beyond lies the perilous unknown.

Either way, Newt's going to have to choose quick. The creature's growing sweaty with exertion, its hide slick.

[somethingwild]

"Give me a moment!" He shouts back. (He doesn't really have a moment to spare, but oh well.)

Newt truthfully only has what he can grasp of the bronco's back, and even that is slippery at best, given the wildness of the herd's various movements, including the bronco he happens to have climbed up on.

He manages to sturdy himself a moment later, and it's in that moment that he realizes he does, in fact, have options, from what brief glimpses he can catch of this current environment.

Newt decides that, if he's going to die down in the Deep Roads, he might as well die trying to lead a herd of broncos out of tunnel.

"Come on, there's a good bronco," Newt leans down to whisper to his bronco as he digs in with the heels of his boots, hoping to steer the creatures up the path. "We don't really want to stay stuck down here, do we?"

The encouragement seems to...do something. If not quite work, it seems to catch the bronco's attention, and, soon enough, it appears to listen to Newt's request.