MOD PLOT ↠ BLAZING LIKE STAR-SHINE

[faderifting]

WHO: All characters signed up to participate in the Battle of Ghislain
WHAT: The Inquisition faces off against the armies of Corypheus
WHEN: Covers most of the day on 11.28 (forward-dated)
WHERE: The Fields of Ghislain, Orlais
NOTES: This is Post #1, covering the battle itself and the retreat. It contains top-levels for each of the teams and an open prompt for the retreat. The OOC post with more information/explanation is HERE. If you're not sure which team your character is on, there's a LIST. POST #2 covers the aftermath of the battle.

Scouts accurately report the enemy's movements: after a slight slow-down believed to indicate that word reached the of the Allies' sudden appearance in their path, they have elected to remain on-course, and arrive almost precisely when and where they were expected. By sunset the night before they are making camp just over the rise to the northeast, easily visible from the hill, and as night falls their fires can be seen winking along the horizon, a close-packed glow.

The mood in the camp is tense, openly jittery rather than the tightly-wound nerves of the past month, but with a sense almost of relief that after so much preparation and so many weeks of anticipation, the day has finally arrived. Some corners of the camp, particularly the greener recruits and the Antivan veterans, are raucous around their campfires, singing and drinking, playful brawls breaking out, but commanders are strict about the wine rations, and even those who choose to take the edge of this way make an early night of it. A scattered handful of men attempt to quietly slip away during the night, mostly Orlesian conscripts, but a few Inquisition agents as well. Some succeed, but others are caught and imprisoned--the Inquisition's few held to be returned to Skyhold where it can be determined if they are traitors or merely cowards, the Orlesians only as long as it takes to find a tree and an audience to watch them hang and spread the cautionary tale.

It is expected that the enemy, hoping to make up for its surprise at finding the Allies prepared for their arrival, will attempt to catch them off-guard by attacking before dawn instead of waiting, as is traditional, for first light. They are all roused from their beds to form up in the dim grey as quietly as possible, moving into formation in the wet grass, a heavy morning fog lingering on the field ahead. It's cool and raw, the air still. But the ground moves: the shudder and rumble of hooves striking earth, felt before it is heard. The Orlesians raise their pikes, the front line braces, and it begins.

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TEAMS 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • RETREAT
Team members can break off into smaller groups within their top-level prompts—it doesn’t need to be one 13-character thread—and the retreat is an open free-for-all.

Comments

Kylo Ren | OTA | Team 2

[letoldthingsdie]

Tevinter Cavalry

[His mind was shut off from anything else besides the oncoming battle, the roar of dragons filling his ears as he was careful to avoid fire and whatever else they decided to throw at them. He was no good on the ground like this while they had an air advantage. He turns his focus to whatever is going on on the ground around him.

The Red Templars come charging in with sword and shield and he's quick to charge the nearest one he can get to, shouting and swinging his glowing blade at the nearest one. He parries a sword or two, slicing through metal that caused his lightsaber to crackle and spark as he cut through it. He manages to fell his first opponent, turning and swinging his blade in a wide circular arc as he moves with a dancer's grace to engage another.

He might not have heavy mail or armor, but he was as quick on his feet as he could be and he was going to kill as many enemies as he could, still mindful of the beasts in the sky above him.]

Push them back!

[It's fruitless to bark orders, of course. He's not a leader here. He may as well be no one to these people. A rifter, fighting in their war, was all he was. Still he fought with every ounce of energy he could muster as he raised one of his hands to yank a templar towards him through the air. The soldier tried to fight him off as he held them in the air, his expression enraged as he choked the man before impaling his soft yielding flesh with his red blade.]


Burning Campgrounds - OTA to Team 2 and 6

[He was winded and hurting. During the scuffles he'd been slashed in the shoulder with a sword. The blood stained his dark clothes and his glove too as he tried futilely to cover it. He barely registered it once the fires began. There was chaos as the tents burned and people tried their best to flee. In the chaos a horse, startled by all the noise and fighting, nearly knocked him over as it caught him with a hoof square in the abdomen. He'd had a slit second, instinctively protecting himself with the Force, to parry the blow and his hands are raised as he tries to stop the beast's rampage. It isn't until long after the creature has fled that he realizes he's probably bruised or broken a rib.

He focuses not on the pain but on finding people to help, to gather who he can so that they can retreat.]

Retreat! Come with me!

[He had no idea if anyone was even going to listen to him as he looked frantically around to find people on the ground.]