[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.

Comments

[sangsues]

Etienne casts a long look to Marcoulf, assessing. "If we turn them out, they'll likely starve, or freeze."

That doesn't sit well. The children weren't responsible for the stupidity of their kin - anyone can understand that much. If they could spare two lives, it was worth doing. The weather is starting to turn, and hungry mouths aren't needed by anyone. There might be some charitable souls willing to take them in, but struggling farmers and townsfolk, taking in elves?

"The Chantry, perhaps."

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"The Chantry," he says, wiping his hands on the front of his coat. There are dark smudges there already - ash and crime and Maker knows what else. He grimaces, scuffing at the marks as he sees them. It'll take a solid brushing to see those out. "We'll ask in the village where the closest one can be found and be done with it."

They can have been rescued from the wood or taken from bandits. One of them may be young enough to recall nothing different as he grows. Deliver them to the Chantry and there is every opportunity a few elf blooded children might find themselves in better circumstances than the ones they'd been discovered in here. It might almost be kind.

"Come, let's finish this and be off."

He at least has very little interest in discussing the matter further and leaves them to it, angling to fetch one of the last remaining corpses onto the fire.