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ellis ginsberg. ([personal profile] heorte) wrote in [community profile] faderift2020-08-24 02:26 pm

MOD PLOT | CHAMPROVENT.

WHO: Teren, Ellis, Edgard, Lucien, and Vance
WHAT: Assisting with the cleansing of Champrovent and ensuring the taint doesn't spread beyond the village.
WHEN: August through Kingsway
WHERE: Champrovent
NOTES: ooc info + warnings for infection, discussion of murder, death, general unpleasantness.



doneisdone: (Default)

[personal profile] doneisdone 2020-08-24 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Too young, too old; these factors are irrelevant to a Warden who's pushing sixty and kept alive out of sheer spite.
"We can save those who want it," she growls, not necessarily disagreeing with Ellis, but not completely trusting him to handle it either. "Everyone else has to die."
coeurdulyon: (oh shit)

[personal profile] coeurdulyon 2020-08-24 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
From the ranks of the momentarily disregarded, Lucien speaks: "If they can be saved then that is what we must do. These people deserve our mercy."

Perhaps that last is a bit biting, a bit directed towards Teren more than Ellis for her choice of words.
coeurdulyon: (dark portrait)

lucien | open.

[personal profile] coeurdulyon 2020-08-24 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
( pyres for the dead )
For the most part during their incursion into the town, Lucien will be silent, observing and helping where he can, and heeding any and all warnings given about where not to step, what not to touch, what must be burned and what must be left alone altogether.

But as they press on, with the quiet wailing and moaning of ghouls in the houses, distress settles itself in the furrow of his brow. These people deserve better.

"Is it safe to move the bodies?" Is what he asks the nearest Warden, his attention focused through a window at the blighted corpses within. A husband and wife, perhaps. A father and daughter. A mother and her son.


( wildcard )
[ let's get mis'rable, mis'rable ]
coeurdulyon: (sit and ponder)

chantry.

[personal profile] coeurdulyon 2020-08-24 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It is an awful thing, to see the Maker's house of worship so affected. It warrants a soft swear of Maker preserve us in Orlesian before Lucien casts about for the materials needed.

"It is perhaps too optimistic, hein, to think there might be survivors within?" The handles from a broken wheelbarrow will work as the base of the torches, and a burlap sack found in the street is fetched up and methodically cut into strips with Lucien's knife.

"We will need oil for these."
muckspout: (intense)

[personal profile] muckspout 2020-08-24 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Edgard knows what happens when you let infected live. He has seen the consequences and bathed in its blood. There is only one course here. It's apparent he doesn't like what he has to say, but he speaks with conviction.

"Killing them will be a mercy. For th-" His voice fails a moment. "For them and for the others we will save." He closes his eyes, screams echoing inside his head, his skin against corpses, hiding, useless. A deep breath and its gone.

He steps toward Ellis. "I can help you clear the door and with those inside. It's not a one person job."
Edited (trying to write too many tags and fucking things up i'm sorry) 2020-08-24 22:32 (UTC)
muckspout: (angry)

pyres for the dead

[personal profile] muckspout 2020-08-24 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The question was not directed toward Edgard, but he answers nearly shouting, "No! Don't touch them!"

His hands are shaking, he balls them into a fist. He lowers his head in apology at the shouting. "If we are not certain, we can't take a single risk."
muckspout: (worried)

perimeter

[personal profile] muckspout 2020-08-24 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Edgard hands over the hammer and Ellis sets to work.

"I was here once, before." He speaks in a low register. "It was beautiful. The people were kind to my brothers." Edgard looks up at his surroundings. Shades of its beauty still linger, chilling him.

Before Ellis has completed his task, a rat edges its way out of a hole. "Careful!" Edgard yells, hands on Ellis' shoulders, yanking him away from the animal.

doneisdone: (confused)

before the Group House Problem

[personal profile] doneisdone 2020-08-25 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Teren tries not to make a habit of talking to Ellis, but they're on a mission together, and that means they have to be, at least mostly, on the same team.

Several houses containing ghouls have already been found and dealt with, the line on Teren's forehead growing deeper and straighter with each mercy killing and each burning. But one such ghoul almost wasn't; they were almost a person still, barely forming words as they begged for death.

She stares down at their crumpled body, wiping the blade of her knife on her pant leg.
"If we find any more lucid than this," she mutters, "I'll need you to find some blood." Darkspawn blood is the implied specification, but there's always a chance someone overhears them.
Edited 2020-08-25 00:36 (UTC)
coeurdulyon: (you what?)

[personal profile] coeurdulyon 2020-08-25 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
The question was not directed at Edgard, but the slow turn and brief flicker of outrage on Lucien's face is. But it is merely a flicker, a remnant of self-importance that is quickly replaced with something softer, more understanding. The Chevalier shows his hands, empty as they are, in a placating gesture.

"That is why I asked first," he explains. "I would see that these souls be laid to rest properly, if we are able."
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[personal profile] pittance 2020-08-25 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Crouched in the dirt with fingers splint, Vance gives the easy impression of inattention. But he's listening. Hears let me go in, let me go in; and a fellow could almost get the wrong impression.

"Wait." To Edgard, hand planting out to rise. "They might rush the door."

The village knows what they're here for. But some of those voices are angry, and all of them are desperate. Wait, unless you want to join them.

"The man’s already killed." His voice is low, pitched not to carry inside. He finds Ellis' eyes. "Can’t take him for granted."

Could be a decisive man with a hand for violence, and no love of late-coming strangers. Could be the Taint worming all those little holes in. What a thing it'd be, to open up that door and find him chewing on the dead.

"Go in there talking like we got a cure, and it's gonna start a panic." He's speaking to Teren, but this time his gaze sketches to Lucien, all armor and shine. "Can't risk trying everyone."

Not without making it worse. The oldest, the youngest, the sickest; everyone watching their only hope spit blood and die.
Edited (SORRY FOR DOUBLE EDIT it's ver yl ate at night) 2020-08-25 09:01 (UTC)
doneisdone: (confused)

[personal profile] doneisdone 2020-08-25 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's right," Teren says, nodding to Lucien and Edgard (and technically Vance, who she doesn't know is a Warden yet), "you lot ought to keep a distance."
To Ellis, she shrugs, but lowers her voice. "Either they die here or they die later. I say give them the choice, as they've had none in this."

To describe her tone as tender would be a grievous overstatement, but there's still something about the situation that is visibly quite personal.
muckspout: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] muckspout 2020-08-25 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Edgard sees the momentary irritation in Lucien's face and does his best not to return it. (He is moderately successful) Lucien means well after all. Edgard sighs.

"Maybe there's a way to move them without touching them? Do we have blankets?"
doneisdone: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] doneisdone 2020-08-25 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"No."

She lets that be her answer for the moment, gathering the wherewithal to lean down and grab the corpse by the arms so they can start conveying it to the pyre.

"I'll need to get them out of my hair while I prepare the ritual, if it comes to that. They can be set to work burning the tainted buildings and whatnot."

She heaves upward with a grunt, not exactly built for carrying people.
Edited 2020-08-25 20:00 (UTC)
coeurdulyon: (i've been found out)

[personal profile] coeurdulyon 2020-08-25 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Though he'd like to argue, Lucien quails at the thought of falling prey to the Taint himself. He'd been barely twenty at the start of the Fifth Blight, but what he saw left an impression.

"D'accord."
coeurdulyon: (your honor)

[personal profile] coeurdulyon 2020-08-25 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps it is," he agrees. Once the cart handles have been tipped with the burlap, he hands them to Ellis to douse the fabric in the oil. Now, where did he put that flint?

"I shall have to think of a better way to phrase it than excuse me, but we are preparing to raze the next town over, might you spare some supplies to that end?."
coeurdulyon: (ah fuck)

[personal profile] coeurdulyon 2020-08-25 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"One of these houses may have some we can use," he muses, then nods in the direction of their horses. "I'd rather not sacrifice our saddle blankets to that end."
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[personal profile] muckspout 2020-08-25 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Edgard would also like to argue and so he does.

"No." He says. "I should help. Aren't we all at risk simply being here?"

He will not be shut out and he will not be useless, yet again.

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