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]

[ When, finally, the last of this crop goes down, d'Artagnan falls back to rest against the cave wall. He shoves the last of the bodies away, staring at them with distaste. Truthfully, he doesn't want to leave them like this. They ought to be burned, he knows that.

There's no question of even attempting it in these tunnels. Instead he bends, cleaning his sword and dagger off, and he looks up at Hanzo. ]

Good shooting. I suppose we'll need your arrows back.

[ They don't know how many more times they'll need them, after all. This isn't going to be fun. ]

[eruit]

[ Watching them all fall to their blade and arrows is satisfying, at least, but Hanzo knows it's not something he can rely on. There's an edge of tension and uncertainty that makes him anxious, almost. He'd never admit it, but Hanzo isn't sure how to manage the twisted danger that comes from facing Darkspawn.

Other Magisters, Qunari, Venatori? He can handle those. These are something very different. ]

No. They have Darkspawn blood on them - it is not worth the risk.

[ Turning his head, he looks at his quiver, thoughtful. ]

I will have enough.