I dream of gardens in the desert sand

[sistertohermen]

WHO: Rachette Dakal, Salvatore, Dismas, Clint Barton, Fenris, and a couple of NPC redshirts
WHAT: Scout the Western Approach
WHEN: After leaving the Emprise du Lion group past the Frostbacks
WHERE: Western Approach, aka video game desert, near Griffon Wing Keep
NOTES: Violence, needless redshirt death (maybe), bickering


a. On the approach
Tracking the Wardens from the Highway to the desert, playing pretend as mere merchants and fellow travelers along the way. Possibly gaining some gossip as to the whereabouts of the Wardens. When they finally get there, it's clear Venatori are about.

b. Cave and cliffs
Setting up camp. A Tevinter palace in the cliffs! (Guarded by Venatori. Who wants to try and sneak it?) More Venatori behind an extremely suspicious and extremely unbreakable door in the cliffside. Hanging out in their cave and exploring it. Mines, resources, places to map and scout.

c. Griffon Wing Keep
Scouting it out. Watching the Wardens. Hopefully able to get close enough to get some idea of what they're up to without tipping them off. Watching them start to leave for the Fortress. Hmmm, suspicious!

d. Margot
A young Warden recruit on the run, stumbling on the group. Please let her go with you and away from all these blood sacrifices! (And possibly blow the mission by tipping off the Wardens!)

e. Scouting and trouble
Sulfur pits, ugh. Also, dragons. Or singular dragon. Look, there is a dragon somewhere around here, you're sure of it. Resources! Mapping! Getting food and water please it's a desert it sucks it's dangerous. Venatori stumbling on the group--what do?

f. Wildcard
For all your None Of The Above needs.

Comments

[aggregiopavali]

Fenris was always concerned, especially since he'd been out here in the approach. Nothing he saw was helping assuage this.

"Valuable. Or a traitor." Wardens acting like this seemed completely out of character. Not that Fenris was always a great judge of character, but he was willing to admit his failings. Blood sacrifices would always put his hackles up.

[salvatore_underfoot]

"You." Pause for effect. "Are just a ball of sunshine."

Blood sacrifices should put anyone's hackles up. That seems like a normal reaction. He reaches to his side for a canteen and offers it to Fenris. "Water?"

[aggregiopavali]

He huffed out a brief chuckle. He knew what he was. If his travelling companions hadn't worked it out yet, that was their problem.

It wasn't wine, but it would quench the thirst for a little while. He took the canteen, opening it and taking a small sip - who knew when they would be able to fill them up next? Care was needed. "My thanks." He glanced over at Sal. "So why did you volunteer for this mission?" Small talk. He wasn't good at it, but it was a safe way to pass some time.

[salvatore_underfoot]

Oh, no. He'd worked it out. Pointing out the obvious was a pastime of his.

He nodded back at the thanks and gave the question a little thought. Then shrugged. "I wanted to see what was out here. It might be a poor way of going about it? Maybe not." There's just dirt, dirt, and more dirt all around them. And some scrubbly plants. But he looks kind of wistful staring out at them. "I've spent most my life inside walls. Any chance to see what I've missed out on, I'm going to take it." His gaze slides to the elf beside him. "Why did you come?"

[aggregiopavali]

He was used to people pointing out the obvious, and just shrugged it off. How people viewed him wasn't his problem, after all.

"There is only so much sitting around in the tavern I can take." A truth if ever he heard it. Still, if he was here, he might as well be useful, and you never knew when there might be some slavers. "I'm curious as to what the Venatori are doing out here."