But despite what you've been told

[mostlyvoid]

WHO: Cecil, Kevin, Sherlock, Maxwell, Korrin, Lenneth
WHAT: Four brave Inquisition members go to rescue a group of very odd people
WHEN: the next few days
WHERE: on the edge of Emprise
NOTES: Rescuers feel free to use the ooc post here to plot out how you want the rescue to go down. Feel free to make up camp details/NPC actions. Action will be split into three main threads: Captive chatter, rescue, and travelling (both coming and going). Rescue will be a group log, but for the others feel free to do one-on-one threads.

The report’s directions are clear, at least, which is good - how else would the scouts be able to find the camp in this cold, desolate landscape. Snow as far as the eye can see, but there are great red shards of lyrium breaking through the ground. The only sounds are the grunting noise of red Templars stalking their way through the construction site echos along the frozen grounds, and the freezing wind that bites through skin and fur alike.

Scattered among these fearsome foes are cages. They look almost like caravans - giant cages on wheels, with cowering, shivering figures within. A few elves, primarily humans, all cold and hungry and uncertain about their fate.

Within one of these cages, a tattoo-covered human is conducting interviews.

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[lennethvalkyrie]

As the anguished yelps of the swarmed Red Templar were cut off by Maxwell's arrows, Lenneth quirked her brow and shook her head. Apparently there were also bees in Thedas. And no matter the world, angry bees were nothing to be trifled with.

The stormshocked foe in front of her offered little challenge, although the red lyrium cluster jutting from his neck made his decapitation slightly messier than she'd aimed for. The Valkyrie wrinkled her nose in disgust as the corpse thudded to the ground. She raised her sword to the sun, watched the cluster it had stuck in and yanked out sparkle a malevolent ruby on the blade.

"...Would a sample help anyone back at Skyhold?" she asked, lifting a boot to shove the cluster off her blade and into the snow.

[seesobserves]

Sherlock didn't dawdle in opening up the third and final cage, but there was a decidedly more relaxed air to the way he popped open and removed the lock, then swung open the door.

The others could debate the merits of carrying red lyrium back to Skyhold itself. Sherlock wouldn't be getting any closer to the stuff than he had to. While they spoke, he went for the nearest stack of trunks and supplies, on the hunt for anything useful he could grab before they made their exit.

[dreadinquisitor]

The Templars finished, Maxwell slipped his bow back over his shoulders and, after a glance over the prisoners to make sure they'd all made it out with no extra appendages, he slipped down to the camp proper to rejoin his team. Just in time to see Lenneth kicking at the lyrium.

"Be careful around that, I've seen what it can do, up close." He still saw the body sometimes in his sleep. "But if we can transport it safely, I think they're looking for some to study."