WHO: Nell, Clarke & Gareth WHAT: A trip to block a key trade route between Antiva and Tevinter does not go well. WHEN: Pre-Ghislain, pre-Antivan wedding WHERE: The Hundred Pillars NOTES: CW: utter failure
[ Before they reach the dry, treacherously rocky rises of the Hundred Pillars, there is the road through the Vinmarks to Starkhaven, and then another road north, through the densely green lands around the Minanter. It's cool in the forest this time of year, fog lingering each morning almost until the midday sun makes it through a canopy of leaves that have just begun to change and fall. They make good time along the quiet cart road toward Seleny before turning west onto a narrower track toward the mountains, following one branch of the river as it gradually narrows. They make camp that night at dusk alongside the lake that feeds it, dry wood lit easily by magic as the evening grows cool. ]
So, Clarke.
[ Nell sits on one of the fallen logs dragged over for the purpose, a cup of wine--warmed and spiced over the fire to cover the harsh acidity of being young and cheap--cradled in her hands. ]
You've been quiet. Do much traveling before, or is this your first trip outside Kirkwall?
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[ Before they reach the dry, treacherously rocky rises of the Hundred Pillars, there is the road through the Vinmarks to Starkhaven, and then another road north, through the densely green lands around the Minanter. It's cool in the forest this time of year, fog lingering each morning almost until the midday sun makes it through a canopy of leaves that have just begun to change and fall. They make good time along the quiet cart road toward Seleny before turning west onto a narrower track toward the mountains, following one branch of the river as it gradually narrows. They make camp that night at dusk alongside the lake that feeds it, dry wood lit easily by magic as the evening grows cool. ]
So, Clarke.
[ Nell sits on one of the fallen logs dragged over for the purpose, a cup of wine--warmed and spiced over the fire to cover the harsh acidity of being young and cheap--cradled in her hands. ]
You've been quiet. Do much traveling before, or is this your first trip outside Kirkwall?
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