Hunt A Crow

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WHO: Byerly, Fitcher, Lino, Yseult
WHAT: Hunting down and killing Lino for being a shitlord
WHEN: mid-late Solace
WHERE: Denerim
NOTES: violence and death, but don’t worry; lino won’t succeed in murdering a child

Here’s the sitch:

• Early in the month of Solace, an Antivan Crow by the name of Gio will visit the Gallows. They’ll snoop around briefly but mostly they’ll seek to parlay with leadership. Turns out, Lino is on their shit-list and Gio has been sent to kill him. Gio sees an opportunity for Riftwatch to get some approval points with Antiva and the Crows. Why not just kill him yourselves? Save Gio the trouble, yeah? They can’t offer the name of Lino’s contractor or target, but they give a location: Denerim.


• By the looks of it, Lino barely has a day’s lead, having scarpered as soon as he got wind of Gio being at the Gallows.


• To make matters worse, Denerim has decided to hold a cèilidh, at which all manner of folk will be in attendance. Queen Anora will be making an appearance, and lesser nobility from all across Ferelden will be there. It’s a veritable smorgasbord of assassinatible targets. Byerly will have gotten word of this celebration. Stands to reason that whoever Lino’s target is going to be at the cèilidh.


• Your mission, whether or not you accept it, is to leg it to Denerim as fast as you can and stop Lino. Kill him. Stop him from killing his target. Feel free to get yourselves a funnel cake or two from the shindig.

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II. DENERIM

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The festivities have been in full swing for a day by the time Lino makes it to Denerim. It would've been faster if he hadn't taken precautions to cover his tracks, but with Gio appearing at The Gallows he just can't take the risk of them catching up.

So he doesn't have the advantage that infiltrating the fete setup would offer. He can still find the best vantage point, determine the event that offers the best opening. The joust is tempting. Plenty of distraction. Sword and shield won't work. The action is too centralized, not enough room to pass an assassination off as mishap.

That just leaves the archery contest. Wouldn't it be a shame if a contestant's shot went wide and hit a target they weren't aiming for?

[unshut]

Ah, Denerim.

The famed capitol in the South, with it's muddy cobblestones and muddy splattered white wash and, thanks to the good temper of the season, it's mud rather than slate colored skies. The banners and streamers improve the look of the place somewhat, at least, and the music bursting from every miscellaneous courtyard and square in the city is well enoguh. Were it not from the grim nature of their business it might not be described as all bad.

However.

"I resent this Ferelden habit of going around with nothing worn on one's head. Surely without hat or hood, the man will spot us from sixty paces away," say says absently to what might seem to those about her to no one in particular, though the sound of it travels through the pale crystal hooked on her cloak pin. Fitcher cuts her way carefully along between a series of tents reserved for competitors. Presumably, her compatriots are doing similarly through their respective thirds of the competition grounds. They have little time, and have split up to make better use of their their meager numbers. "Messere Rutyer, have you considered that your people might benefit from a trend of veils?"

[hassaran]

"Hopefully he's not looking for us," Yseult replies in an undertone, just audible over the noise of the crowd. She's posted up alongside the bleachers overlooking the joust, one eye on the royal box at its top center, the other on the less-washed masses milling about its general vicinity.