scouting mission: opening doors.

[glandival]

WHO: Aenor Dinadhal, Caric Van Kassel, Ellis, Sabine, Vanadi de Vadarta, Vance Digiorno
WHAT: The gang are sent on a mission to the Anderfels to retrieve an eluvian from a lake and install it in Hossberg.
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: Hossberg, the Anderfels
NOTES: TBA

Comments

iii party crashers welcome

[heorte]

Ellis' hair has dried from his excursion in the water, but his curls are coming up at all angles, unruly like a boy's. He has yet to attempt coaxing them into a less messy presentation. He's sat with his elbows on his knees, hands spread palms out towards the fire, straightening up at Aenor's proposal.

"What kind of story?" Ellis asks. There is some quiet, attentive note in his tone. Interest, clear in spite of his staid expression.

[dinadhal]

"Ghosts, they are traditional." Terrify yourself so you're ready to fight darkspawn if you're roused in the night. Aenor's hair hangs loose around her face tonight as it dries, a blanket from her bedroll wrapped around her. "But any story, I think, is good."

[heorte]

"It was werewolves, in Ferelden," Ellis explains mildly. The objective was only glancingly the same: terrify mischievous wee ones. But no one in Ferelden was concerning themselves with fighting darkspawn when Ellis was being brought up. "But we might have a few ghosts."

If he thinks about it, something might come back. If.

"Were they always ghost stories?" he asks instead.

crashes party.

[fiat]

Caric appears from the circle of darkness around the campfire, and flops bonelessly onto the nearest bedroll. His jacket, a patchworked old thing, becomes a pillow quite quickly, revealing he's even skinnier and bonier than previous estimations. He grins, clearly comfortable. What was he doing before? It doesn't matter; he's not doing it anymore.

"I like the one about the haunted castle."

[dinadhal]

"The haunted castle!" She rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. And to Ellis, "This one, I heard from the Anderfels all the way to Kirkwall. Different details every time. But always ghosts. The Anderfels, I think, have always had ghosts. We are more dead than living."

[heorte]

"So are Wardens," is returned like a joke, punctuated with the flash of a smile for them both. (Is it a joke about Wardens, or a joke about Ellis?) Aenor is familiar with Wardens, so it follows that her son has some knowledge as well.

At least, Ellis assumes. He nods in welcome to the man, stretching out with an ease Ellis might have envied, when he was younger.

"Was it a real castle, or a made up castle, or a castle that's no longer standing that's meant to be haunted?" he asks, hands folding over each other, looking between them.