Closed Mission: The Cult of the Red Glowing Thing

[sorcerised]

WHO: Arohaerd, Teren, Isaac, Connor 60, Anders and Merrill
WHAT: Project: Red Lyrium. On the outskirts of the Fallow Mire is a group of cultists who are worshipping a rather large chunk of red lyrium they discovered hidden in the area long after the Inquisition left it. They've gotten away with it for so long because it's a remote area after the mire was abandoned due to corpses. But a passing caravan ran afoul of the cult, who are all in various stages of transformation, and only one person made it out alive to tell the tale. The group has been ordered to kill these cultists and destroy the red lyrium.
WHEN: Shortly after the rescue of captives from Minrathous.
WHERE: Fallow Mire, Ferelden
NOTES: Violence and death, burning of infected corpses.

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[sorcerised]

Aro sends a grin in Anders' direction when the barrier goes up. He won't be complaining about that. He has a shield of his own, but it can't shield multiple people, and this means it doesn't need to. Instead his hands crackle with electricity which shudders through every cultist that touches him. Iessa flaps her wings and soars skyward, before letting out a high-pitched cry and breathing a cone of lightning all around the enemy.

"You sure about that?" he asks Teren, as Iessa's breath blasts a cultist away from him. That leaves him free to chase after Connor, while the dragon distracts any that try to chase him. The electricity disappears from his hands as he looks up into the tree.

"It'll let you breathe lightning, like her," he says, nodding at the dragon. "Do you want it? Your choice. You seem to have things under control, anyway."

[connorrk800]

He looks down at Aro, glances over at his creature as he balances, cat-like, on the tree branch. It surprises him slightly how little trepidation he has about emitting lightning. When it dawns on him that, once, currents of power had been to him as natural as the breath in his lungs he quirks a grin.

"I do."

[sorcerised]

Aro gives him a quick, sharp grin. He'd honestly expected everyone to say no, given this world's strange wariness of magic. He reaches up, needing contact for the spell to work.

"Well then. Grab my hand!"

Assuming that Connor does, he'll notice the pendant around Aro's neck beginning to glow. Soon, that glow will spread to their hands.

"Darastrix Frahr," he murmurs, under his breath. The glow spreads to Connor, and Aro lets go. Stepping back, he reaches for his crossbow again.

"All right. All you need do is open your mouth. Close it to stop the spray. Make sure you aim it at them!" Which is probably obvious, but it bears saying, anyway.

[connorrk800]

Connor eases back down the branch and reaches out to Arohaerd. He watches with a surprisingly childlike wonder as the glow spreads from the mage's hands onto Connor. When he lets go, he doesn't doubt that he can do as the small dragon does. "Thank you," he says shortly then scrambles back into the branches like he was made to traipse about on tree tops, like he's half-squirrel.

And with one smooth movement he launches himself across the clearing, barely making contact with the branches opposite before springing onto the weighty trunk of another tree. A few cultists dizzily whirl around in an attempt to follow the movement but he's already on the other side of the compound and his allies are pressing their attack.

One hapless cultist stares a challenge at Connor as he races to intervene between him and the lyrium. Connor fixes his gaze on him and opens his mouth. The cultist doesn't even scream, which pleases Connor. He leaps down nimbly and draws the staff from his back.

"Mission: accomplished," he says as he winds up to smash the lyrium.