closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Ellis, Lukas, Mhavos Dalat, Tony Stark Rhodes-Potts
WHAT: Do you remember finding those obscure drawn maps in Dragon Age: Inquisition of waterfalls and shit and getting very angry attempting to decipher them? Yeah.
WHEN: Harvestmere.
WHERE: On the way to and within the Planasene Forest.
NOTES: They anticipate at most three nights of camping, with some supplies to stretch that if somehow necessary, but likely no one wants to waste more time than that on this. Warnings TBA but probably not.

It's the bottom of the barrel as far as Riftwatch priorities are concerned, but eventually, someone has to check it off the list. It is a map and a report on its circumstances, found and compiled who knows how long ago, and by map and report-- the childish drawing of a mountainous range with arrows and circles and an X marking the spot, along with the barely legible half-assed note along with it, only barely count as either thing.

But here they are.

The map is not a bird's eye view depiction of rivers and roads and territories as expected of maps, but drawn from a ground-level perspective, presumably, and will likely only make any sense once they get there.

The report describes something about a researcher, Bernardo Kesoro, having taken a hermitage in the foothills of the Planasene Forest, and the map that was found on his unfortunate rotting corpse. It speculates as to the likelihood of valuables to be found at this location, and the frustration they personally had in attempting to decipher the map themselves before giving up. They suppose: rare texts, alchemy supplies, a cache of gold, or perhaps nothing at all.

Maybe someone will have better luck than they.

Maybe these are those someones.

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flubbing the stew description is going to haunt me for the rest of my days

[heorte]

Ellis accepts the bowl. He'd more or less assumed he'd be the one cleaning dishes at some point this evening or in the early morning.

"Leaving?" Ellis questions. More likely: Tony's going to pass out on his bedroll, but better to check. They've been traveling long enough for Ellis to get the sense that he needs to keep one eye on Tony, just in case.

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[propulsion]

"Yes," Tony says, comically direct, eye contact and everything, before he pivots to go step away from the campfire. "To pee in the woods, and then go to sleep. If something gets me, I'll signal for help."

He tosses over his shoulder, to clarify; "Signal is me screaming!"