[closed] DANGEROUS GAME

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WHO: Kylo Ren, Anna, Etienne, and Marcoulf
WHAT: In exchange for his support at the front lines, a small group has been dispatched to clear bandits from the Comte Chantral de Velun's estate. Spoilers: they're not bandits.
WHEN: Early Harvestmere
WHERE: Orlais, the Heartlands
NOTES: CW: violence, death, murdering innocent folks on the behalf of THE RICH, setting-typical discrimination; it's not great, bob. ASSIGNMENT INFO

The Orlesian Heartlands bloom in every season. In Spring, it is daisies and apple blossoms; in Summer small white flowers and black-eyed susans and poppies all red; and here at the beginning of Autumn the trees burnish themselves and black-green and golds, yellowing grasses ceding to white limbed poplar with their spinning coin leaves. Even far from any field for growing in, the Velun lands paints itself in harvest colors. The land and air recognizes what Celene might not yet admit - that change is a season rotating, and that some things have been the same for long enough that they insist on circling.

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[notched]

"None of you are honest," she replies, dismissive of the entire notion. "You're all half necromancer, playing with bodies like you have a right to. I'd rather bleed to death."

It may be the most expressive string of words she's said this entire mission, and she doesn't say more. Still huddled into herself and her coat, she walks away to skulk or prowl or fuck knows what she does alone at the edges of their group.

[sangsues]

"Then please, feel free." Somehow he makes that sound terribly polite, even as he rolls his eyes at her retreating back. No, necromancy was the realm of Nevarrans, with their demon worship and blood magic, but he can hardly expect a rifter to grab such nuances.

Left in peace, he returns to checking the mouths for potential donations. Waste not, and so on.