MOD PLOT ↠ The Soldiers of the Demon Charged

[faderifting]

WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: Striking closer to home.
WHEN: Justinian through Solace
WHERE: The Western/Central Free Marches
NOTES: OOC post. Please use appropriate content warnings in your comment subject lines.

WEEK ONE: THE COLLAPSE OF HASMAL

Recently in Hasmal, growing outrage from native Hasmalis over the swelling number of Tevinter refugees within and outside the city has led to a series of smaller violent incidents that went largely unanswered by local authorities, leading to additional targeting of more established Tevinter communities within the city and the makeshift fortification and arming of the camps outside. In the last week or so, after a period of simmering tensions, the situation in Hasmal has boiled over into violent riots. Reports out of the city conflict about what finally caused the rapid escalation, how bad things got, and whose fault they were. But they agree that it very quickly became a dangerous situation that the city authorities utterly failed to bring under control. Fires burned in some quarters of the city and deadly clashes between factions forced uninvolved citizens to barricade themselves in their homes. Some city leaders urged calm and peace while others encouraged supporters to seize the moment and fight for the upper hand. The Grand Vizier was nowhere to be seen. Somehow, amidst the chaos, the gates were opened and in marched the Tevinter army.

The violence, and then even more Tevinter's arrival—supposedly to help restore peace to the city, though it's unclear whether that has actually happened—has caused many to flee the city, particularly the refugee community who had fled from Tevinter once already. With nothing but the Tevinter desert of the Silent Plains to the north, most either jumped ship down the Minanter or came south across the river into Tantervale territory and Wildervale, with some now arriving in Kirkwall with their tales of chaos in the western-most March.

Also, Commander Flint and Scoutmaster Yseult are missing, having gone to meet a contact coming across the Minanter from Tevinter some days ago. They ought to be returning, but neither has been in contact since. In their absence, Ambassador Rutyer and Provost Stark will be running Riftwatch, and can direct Scouting and Forces as they see fit and delegate authority for those operations as necessary.

UNKNOWNS

This is a fast-moving situation, with events clearly already running well ahead of news. With limited resources at hand, intelligence networks in the previously quiet Free Marches have been somewhat neglected by the Inquisition and Riftwatch both. Much remains unclear, subject of wild rumor and conflicting reports from the few sources in the area:

There are stories that the Grand Vizier Rekam Antoninus, ruler of Hasmal, is either complicit in the Tevinter takeover or in league with refugees to try to bring down the city's nobility. There are rumors he has fled the city, or even that he's dead by a half-dozen different hands.

There are similarly conflicting reports about other Hasmal city leaders, with some said to have been encouraging the various factions involved in the riots, trying without success to calm the situation, or using the situation to advance their own interests in one way or another. It's likely that at least a few were cooperating to some extent with Tevinter, though exact numbers and identities can't be known right now.

The size of the Tevinter force in Hasmal isn't yet clear, as the numbers reported by those who fled the city at their arrival range from "most of the Tevinter army" to "five times the size of the entire Tevinter army."

All reports at this point are coming from people who have fled Hasmal, so there's essentially no reliable information about what the situation is like inside the city since Tevinter moved in.

RIFTWATCH'S WORK

As soon as word begins trickling in, Riftwatch will begin sending parties north to investigate the situation. Anyone with a relevant skill or two might be assigned to venture out to:

• AERIAL SURVEILLANCE: Use griffons for aerial surveillance of the region between Kirkwall and Hasmal, to watch for any further movement of the Tevinter army. Using sending crystals, they'll also be able to send back reports of the routes any large groups of refugees seem to be taking. And they'll be charged with assessing the roads and terrain between Kirkwall and Hasmal, identifying the routes an army could take to reach further South and what chokepoints—bridges, narrow passages, castles and fortresses with defenses that might hold—could be exploited to slow them down. (The distance from Kirkwall to Hasmal is too great for the griffons to be flying back and forth every day; aerial teams will be gone for several days at a time, and in the meantime staying on the property of a druffalo farmer in Wildervale or in wilderness camps of their own making.)


• ASSIST TRAVELLERS: Intercept people fleeing Hasmal—to assist them, when necessary, but also to get as much information from them as possible to try to separate rumors from first-hand accounts or find consistencies between stories that might point toward truths. Many of these people will be refugees twice over, already having fled from Tevinter in the wake of Corypheus' takeover, so some may have relevant information about Tevinter as well. And there is always the possibility that some loyal to Tevinter and the Venatori are disguised among the refugees, so they'll need to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.


• ASSIST TOWNSFOLK: Meet with the Countess of Wildervale and local leaders of smaller towns and villages. Those south of Wildervale may need to be alerted about the waves of travelers they're about to see, while those north of Wildervale will have been reached by refugees before Riftwatch and may be overwhelmed by the sudden swell of visitors and potential long-term residents. Some of those fleeing Hasmal may be settling into these villages for the long haul due to exhaustion or a lack of resources, while many others are terrified of Tevinter at their heels and want to go further south to put at least one major city between them and Hasmal. It's a valid fear, so in addition to discussing the refugee situation and how many more people the villages can viably feed and house, Riftwatch teams will need to help assess their defenses and escape routes if the invasion pushes further south, ideally without causing a panic.

Meanwhile, in Kirkwall, those who aren't suited to fieldwork or who are between trips out of the city will:

• ATTEND MEETINGS: The Viscount, Kirkwall's nobility, and City Guard representatives in Viscount's Keep will be meeting for long hours to discuss whether or not Kirkwall will be able to accept refugees (and to what extent) and the city's defenses and fortifications. Riftwatch won't have any formal say in these decisions, but its representatives may be able to provide information as it becomes available and maybe sneak some opinions in there as well.


• READY LOOKOUT TOWERS: Assist the city with transporting supplies to and chasing bandits out of rarely-used guard towers in the Vinmarks.


• ORGANIZE RIFTWATCH'S EFFORTS: Amass, organize, and disseminate the information being relayed back from the teams in the field—for example, making sure the Riftwatch teams advising refugees on which villages and cities will be able to take them in aren't directing them all to the same place and causing it to become overwhelmed.

There are also a few specific missions that will be assigned to those with suitable skills at the end of the week. Based on the available information, teams will be sent to Hasmal and to Tantervale to accomplish the following:

• HASMAL AERIAL SURVEILLANCE: The Hasmal team will travel by griffon to conduct fly-over surveillance of the city and the territory to the north and west, to try to gather information about the Tevinter forces. From griffonback, the team may occasionally spot Tevinter scouting parties or small clusters of soldiers that can be picked off or harassed, whether from the air or by landing to confront them.


• HASMAL GROUND SURVEILLANCE: The griffon team will also be carrying passengers, a small team who they will have to stealthily drop into Hasmal so that they can spend two days gathering information about the situation in the city itself before they're picked up by the griffons once again.


• TANTERVALE OUTREACH: The Tantervale team will try to meet with Tantervale's leadership to coordinate defense and relief efforts. They'll travel by horseback (griffons would only remind folks how weird Riftwatch is) and work through diplomatic channels and court backchannels to try to gain an audience with the Lady Chancellor and/or her ministers and persuade them of the benefits of working together.

These missions will be interrupted by the red lyrium dragon, which will first arrive over Hasmal just as the griffon riders are collecting their spy passengers for departure. The dragon will chase the griffons off before continuing on to Tantervale, where the team in the city will be forced to flee its attack and escape from the city.



WEEKS TWO & THREE: THE RUIN OF TANTERVALE

After the news of Tevinter's takeover of Hasmal, its closest neighbor, Tantervale, is calling a muster of whatever fighting-age men are left in its territory. Most of Tantervale's soldiers have previously joined the Exalted March, leaving the city-state only lightly defended. Whoever remains is ordered to arm themselves and meet outside the city within the week to protect against the threat of Tevinter incursion, or possibly even to threaten to join any supposed 'peacekeeping' force in Hasmal. The exact plan is unknown, but the citizens of Tantervale—known across Thedas for their religious zeal—appear eager to answer the call to defend their home and any fellow devotees of the Chantry from the dangerous northern heretics.

But in the end, how many they manage to attract to this makeshift defensive force hardly matters. The gathered host is powerless to stop the sudden, devastating attack of the corrupted high dragon. The huge, red-lyrium-infected beast—known to be under the command of Corypheus for some years now, but rarely seen since it perched triumphant atop the Archon's palace in Minrathous 3 years ago—emerges above Hasmal before flying the short distance east to Tantervale and laying waste to that city.

Simultaneously, confused reports are reaching Riftwatch from both Orlais and Ferelden, indicating an array of calamities: scattered across both countries, several small villages and their fields were recently set aflame, an important bridge over the Drakon River destroyed in Ferelden, a noble family and their entire staff found hanging evenly spaced from rafters in their estate not far from Halamshiral.

UNKNOWNS

Riftwatch agents present at Hasmal and Tantervale during the early stages of the dragon attack witness its beginning, but as they have to run for their lives, little is immediately known about its outcome. Given the destruction they did see, it's believed that Tantervale was a massacre, resulting in many, many deaths and much of the city destroyed by fire and corruption. A wave of people have now joined the stragglers from Hasmal fleeing south, but how many of them actually managed to escape the city of Tantervale itself as opposed to its surrounding countryside is unknown, and among those who survived, many begin to show signs of darkspawn corruption on the road.

Per the reports coming from the South, the leaders in both Ferelden and Orlais initially respond as if being invaded before realizing that the incidents were not the beginning of a larger military push. It will take some time for it to become clear that all of these events happened on the same day as the assault on Tantervale, mostly by individual actors.

RIFTWATCH'S WORK

Most of the work Riftwatch was doing in Week 1 will continue in Weeks 2 and 3, while pivoting or expanding to include dealing with the situation in Tantervale as well:

• ASSIST TRAVELERS & TOWNSFOLK: The attack on Tantervale will essentially double the number of new refugees fleeing south, testing the work Riftwatch did in Week 1 and greatly increasing the strain on communities in Wildervale. Some they may be able to persuade to make do and accommodate more fellow Marchers, while others will reach the end of either their supplies or their patience or both, and Riftwatch agents will need to help calm tensions and find alternatives.


• SHORE UP DEFENSES: Efforts to shore up defenses in the region will ratchet up, and Riftwatch agents will be called on to do things like help train emergency village militias, build makeshift defenses, and provide advice on what to do in case of dragon attack.

For those in Kirkwall:

• ASSIST ARRIVING REFUGEES: Pressure on Kirkwall itself will increase as the first refugees arrive at the city and an even greater number look likely to do so in the near future. Kirkwall has a fairly fraught recent history with refugees from a crisis—the influx of Blight refugees from Ferelden caused a nativist backlash that went on for years. In this case, the locals will be somewhat more friendly because the refugees are their fellow Marchers, as well as slightly more frightened because this crisis isn't happening across a sea. But there will still be a fairly tepidly charitable response to the needs of incoming people, and those escaping Hasmal who are clearly of Tevinter origin will have an especially difficult time. Riftwatch's help will be needed in connecting the new arrivals with those who are willing to help them and aiding in the construction of some temporary structures and camps for those without other means of housing themselves.


• PREPARE FOR THE WORST: Riftwatch will be called upon by the Viscount's office to work with the City Guard to review Kirkwall's defenses, work on emergency upgrades, help man observation posts further afield to provide early warning of any imminent attack. For the time being, a regular rotation of Riftwatch members will be sent to keep watch at some of the further towers, since their sending crystals will allow them to pass along more information more quickly than the warning fires. There will also be a lot of discussion about how to handle a dragon attack--with the expectation that Riftwatch will take a lead role in defending against any such attack.

Elsewhere, Riftwatch will send teams to:

• STARKHAVEN: Believed to be the most likely next target for assault other than Kirkwall. Riftwatch will send a team to meet with current leadership to offer to provide mage support against a potential dragon attack, coordination of defensive efforts, and to learn how Starkhaven plans to handle Tantervale refugees.


• OSTWICK, MARKHAM, HERCINIA, ANSBURG, & WYCOME: Too far to have been directly affected yet. Riftwatch will send representatives to court to try to meet with leaders to discuss coordinating efforts across the region for mutual defense against Tevinter, encouraging them to raise soldiers, shore up defenses, and take in refugees.


• FERELDEN & ORLAIS: By the end of Week 3 it will be clear that what happened in Orlais and Ferelden is likely a diversionary tactic, meant to compel them to keep their attention at home rather than throwing too much of their weight behind assisting the Free Marches, but a few people will be sent to investigate the sites of some attacks for any evidence of how they were coordinated and to be sure further attacks aren't impending.

(OOC Note: For attacks in Ferelden and Orlais and for small villages around Hasmal and Tantervale, you're welcome to invent the names of these places and invent details of what exactly happened without checking in with us. If your character is from one of these areas, you're also welcome to say their hometowns or places they're familiar with were affected, as long as: (1) it isn't a place big enough to be on the canon map of Thedas and (2) if someone else's character is coincidentally from the same place, you check with them first.)



WEEKS FOUR & FIVE: THE MARCH ON STARKHAVEN

The situation in the Free Marches continues to deteriorate rapidly. With Tantervale now more rubble than city, nothing substantial stands between the Tevinter force in Hasmal and either Kirkwall, home of Riftwatch, or Starkhaven, the cultural and financial heart of the Marches. An advance on one or both of those cities is believed to be the next logical step, but nobody knows for sure which it's going to be or whether it's going to come in the form of an attack by dragon or just ("just") an army.

Reports from the Riftwatch teams in and over Hasmal at the end of Week 1 spotted signs of that army readying to move, and further griffon reconnaissance during Weeks 2 and 3 confirmed that with Tantervale out of the way the army is now moving quickly. Their path is clearly pointed east toward Starkhaven. Like Tantervale, Starkhaven is lightly-defended, much of its forces—along with its ruler, Prince Sebastian Vael—in Orlais with the Exalted March.

Help from elsewhere is unlikely to arrive in time. Those Marches who might have been best positioned to support Starkhaven in its time of need find themselves with problems of their own, as coastal communities in Ostwick and Hercinia suffer a rash of brutal and unusually well-organized pirate attacks. The port towns of Torbay and Ogwell near Ostwick and Noli near Hercinia take the brunt of it, sacked and burned by marauders. There are several attacks on shipping reported as well, with prizes taken from normally safe waters where the Waking Sea meets the Amaranthine. Both city-states have increased naval patrols and are now on alert, but they're looking outwards, not inland.

UNKNOWNS

How quickly reinforcements will arrive. Agents and Inquisition contacts in Orlais report that the Exalted March is now aware, and that there are urgent debates among the commanders about how to react. Prince Sebastian Vael is thought to be planning to return imminently, but precisely how long that will take—and how many men he will bring with him—remains unknown.

RIFTWATCH'S WORK

• SLOWING THE ADVANCE: Riftwatch will do its best to slow the enemy advance and buy Starkhaven time to prepare. Without the numbers to engage the host directly, teams will instead be tasked with making the journey as difficult as possible by creating obstacles along the way: think rockslides, blown bridges, washed out roads, felled trees clogging the river, sabotaged boats and wagons, and so forth. Traps or small guerrilla-style attacks may be laid at some of these points, but with strict orders not to risk it unless conditions allow Riftwatch the advantage to attack swiftly and then escape again. The goal is to harass and pick off low-hanging fruit, not get caught up in an unwinnable battle.


• PREPARING STARKHAVEN: Preventing an attack on Starkhaven seems impossible, but Riftwatch can at least help the city prepare for it. At this point a siege is the best option, but it will mean being (or at least looking) strong enough to withstand an initial assault. Top priorities are:
  
  • Reinforcing city defenses. These efforts were already underway by Week 2, but will become far more urgent, and leaders will be much more eager to hear from Riftwatch anything they know about the enemy forces.
  
  
  • Stocking the city. This includes bringing in supplies to prepare for the siege they now hope comes, whether by wagon or boat or griffon, and Riftwatch may even be asked to help negotiate with merchants and farmers to get deals done and goods delivered faster if possible.
  
  
  • Bolstering numbers. They need all the fighting manpower they can get, so Riftwatch will be helping recruit by explaining the situation, the context of the war, and encouraging anyone able to fight to help, and then transporting them from the countryside to the city walls as fast as possible. Bringing in fighting men means more mouths to feed, so Riftwatch will also be asked to help ferry vulnerable people out of the city to safety in other Marches. At first this effort will focus on the young and old with political importance, but it will be expanded (if Riftwatch pushes and also if they work fast enough to make it feasible) to include young and old of all classes.
  
  
  • Helping keep the peace and avoid a panic. Between the news of the on-coming army, the rash of high-profile assassinations (see below) and the horrific fate of Tantervale, the people of Starkhaven are understandably on edge. The mood in the city is one of barely suppressed terror, and city officials are anxious to avoid any incidents that might light a spark and distract from necessary preparations. Riftwatch will be asked to assist the guard in patrolling public areas where people tend to gather and help defuse situations, from breaking up brawls and preventing theft and hoarding of supplies to chasing off an obnoxious crier who won't stop stirring up fears with his vivid tales of how he received his scar at the hands of the vicious, unstoppable Tevinters.


• PROTECTING THE COUNTRYSIDE: The enemy journey through the Marches isn't as orderly as it was in Orlais. Parties of enemy soldiers and mages are veering south (occasionally north, into the strip of Marches before the Antivan border, but mostly south) across the river to attack travelers, sack villages, burn farms, and generally cause chaos. This will also involve periodic dragon attacks in the regions between Hasmal, Wildervale, and Starkhaven. These attacks are sudden and brief, hitting random locations, causing death and damage, and leaving as quickly as they arrived. Riftwatch agents traveling through the region for any purpose will need to be on guard, and teams will also be tasked to help patrol the countryside and major roads to protect against enemy attacks. Some teams may be stationed in towns and villages for days at a time, ready to respond to any reports of enemy attacks nearby and coordinate via crystal.

And in the midst of this work, there will be some additional specific missions:

• STARKHAVEN ASSASSIN: An assassin is stalking the streets of Starkhaven. Four prominent citizens have been murdered in the past two weeks, including two high-ranking guard captains, a celebrated knight who won the Grand Tourney not long ago, and Lord Kennech, a frontrunner to replace Lord Greer as regent. The murders have been brazen and bloody, not identical but each marked with the sigil of a prominent family drawn in blood, the first (over Lord Kennech) being the symbol of House Harimann, now most famous for having arranged the murders of Prince Sebastian Vael's family in a coup attempt in 9:31. The other houses referenced similarly have prominent betrayals and power-grabs in their history. No one is quite sure what any of it means, but it has certainly set the city even further on edge and has suspicions between members of the ruling class nearing a high. As a neutral party, Riftwatch will be asked to help provide security for potential targets.


• DRAGON TRACKING: Corypheus' dragon has rarely been sighted very far from him, and its presence in the Free Marches raises the possibility that he's somewhere nearby. A few different small teams on griffon- and horseback will attempt to track it to where it's resting between its excursions to terrorize the countryside, with the hope that Corypheus is there and this may present an opportunity to confront him directly with fewer fortifications.


• FIREBOMBING THE ARMY: As the army nears Starkhaven, another griffon-based team will make one last push to slow them down. The evening before they inevitably reach the city, the team will fly over their camp with mages, Antivan Fire grenades and breakable flasks of oil, and anything else they can come up with to rain literal fire on the Tevinter camps.

WEEK SIX: FALLING ACTION

The Tevinter force finally arrives at Starkhaven. After all the work to delay the enemy and speed preparations, the city is ready to hold fast against them at least until Prince Sebastian can return from Orlais with the army and (they hope) the Exalted March in tow. The Tevinter force, clearly still hoping to take the city before those reinforcements arrive, sets up camp as if for a siege but then launches a pre-dawn attack in hope of breaching the gates. This is repelled, but periodic assault (mostly magical) on the city walls continues—thus far with little effect.

Now that the enemy has arrived at Starkhaven, there isn't much more Riftwatch can do to help directly. The force is still too large for them to take on, and while they can get away with some limited griffon stealth missions in and out of the city, the large-scale operations of previous weeks are no longer possible. Prince Sebastian and the fastest part of his forces will arrive by the end of the week, and he will then take the lead in determining how to defend Starkhaven. He'll be happy to talk to Riftwatch about what they've seen and done in the interim and will be grateful for their efforts on behalf of his city. But there's a lot for him to figure out at present, and coordinating the type of smaller-scale work Riftwatch is best suited for isn't top of his agenda at the moment. Essentially, he'll be in touch.

RIFTWATCH'S WORK

All agents in and around Starkhaven are pulled back just ahead of the Tevinter force's arrival, along with any last group of vulnerable citizens they're able to get out. Riftwatch will continue to put more focus than it previously had on the Free Marches, with increased patrols and surveillance, and will keep an eye on the refugee situation as things develop. The enemy presence in the Marches will continue to cause trouble, with occasional parties of soldiers and mages marauding, posing new hazards closer to home than before that will periodically require Riftwatch's attention. And the situation in Starkhaven will continue to develop and may require more assistance in the future. But otherwise, it's more or less back to business as usual for now, just with a new set of issues added to the pile.

Comments

[poleaxed]

Jone scoffs. "Flatterer."

Wings flap in the half-darkness, and Jone's free hand hovers over the hilt of the knife at her belt. No further sounds come. She relaxes from combat tensity as easily as one would cross a threshold.

"I've no quarrel with elves," Jone says casually, "but the forest lot are barmy. Very fond of killing innocent folk. Believe all the forests are theirs, like."

[archademode]

This time, there comes a brittle, dry sound from the base of his throat. Nothing more than a breath. Like the hollow exhale of someone who no longer remembers how to laugh. Not truly.

But the instinct is there, no less.

“Then they are indeed viera.” Gabranth, only brushingly familiar with the creature known as Fran, understands more of superstition than of truth: the Empire was not fond of those who were not humes. He did not often keep company with their kind, and even here Gabranth favors those who look more like him than not.

It is ingrained. Someday he may yet learn differently.

“Creatures of the wood, who hear voices within it. Who think themselves its sacred guardians, lording over a heap of rotting twigs.”

[poleaxed]

On some subconscious level, borne from so much time spent in Gabranth's company, Jone registers that as good humor. Her expression twists into more of a smile, more cocky than gentle.

Jone listens to Gabranth's explanation, and pictures elves in turn. For her part, Jone has simply spent too much time in Orlesian high society to have a particularly good impression of any kind of elf.

"I don't know what they think or hear," Jone admits, "they're just plonkers. Poaching off bad land, starting fights. Ain't a way to survive, and they mostly don't."

[archademode]

He has much to say in regards to that— and nothing at all. A product of his perpetual stoicism, how often thought rises hot to the center of his mind, and how often his own response is to tamp down upon it, unable to articulate or simply unwilling.

In truth, it is nothing Jone hasn’t yet already heard before, perhaps far too many times to count: his dislike of thieves, rogues, pirates, cutthroats— even the desperate destitute, who refuse to sup only on dignity alone.

Yet his mouth opens beneath the helm, his footsteps heavy at her side—

And then through the thick of the forest comes a terrible wail.

Unlike the purposeful shrieks of the Nevarran specters, almost keening in desperate pitch, and most likely let out from somewhere within the brush rather than the road itself— for even with mist working to obscure their vision the sound itself is distant.

And before Jone might think to act, Gabranth’s hand is at her shoulder, keeping her close.

“It is not our trouble.”

[poleaxed]

"It is," Jone hisses back, all instinct. Maybe, once, she'd have said it wasn't her problem. Ironically, knowing Gabranth has given rise to the belief she can do more.

Anyway- "if it's dangerous, we slay it. It's an escape route, after all."

She shakes him off, and heads toward the sound of the noise. Loghain makes an irritable noise, but follows along behind her.

[archademode]

He has no argument to offer. No stern words intended to dissuade what her mind sets itself to. All he offers is a shift to fall in behind her, resting the sack of supplies he carries atop Loghain’s already burdened back (a dutiful creature ever, Gabranth finds he favors it more than the others he’s met in this world), as they press off the beaten path into darkened fog.

For it, Gabranth draws his short sword from his hip, grip held in reverse, letting it drag along the trees to mark their way.

Again. The shriek cuts through the air, hissing echoing in its wake. If it is mortal in its make, then it is no child of man— and for that, as the air begins to stink of rotting iron, Gabranth keeps his posture at the ready.

Beneath tangles of twisted roots, slain bodies (Venatori spies, the papers they’d been ferrying scattered and soaked through with mud) rest laid out in the muck as though part of the forest itself.

[poleaxed]

It's not the sound that stops her, but the smell. She can't stand that-- at least not without reacting. Face screwed up in a grimace, she lifts a hand to her nose and mouth. With the other, she reaches for her poleaxe.

Instead, she grabs Loghain's ear, but that's really her fault for expecting coordination. A few moments later, she has the weapon readied.

"Right," she says, hackles raising. "'Spose it is haunted."

[archademode]

He thinks to hush her. There is no telling what prowls nearby, or how sensitive its hearing.

But when he turns his head for the task, he catches a glimpse of a shadow coalescing into view at her side—

There is no pause for consideration. No moment spent debating whether or not it is friend or foe, no thought that it might simply be the crude curl of pitch black smoke wafting through paler mist. He cuts through the air straight in front of her in a vicious lunge, one arm pressed just across the rise of her chest as the smoke parts beneath the drag of his blade.

Shrieking.

Even so, it is not wounded, only thwarted. Smoke slithering through the air like a serpent’s coils to reform some distance away, now mirrored in the fog by two other similar shapes.

A shade, to those familiar with them.

Creatures that existed just as well in Ivalice. The restless dead.

[poleaxed]

Jone thinks she'll thank Gabranth later. For now, a proper fight. She is still impressed by their cooperation in Nevarra. She relishes the opportunity to fight along side him again.

The creature lunges forward, and the reach of Jone's poleaxe means she doesn't have to lunge back. The attack is deflected with a solid hit, the shade now loping as it stalks over the earth. It spins back toward Gabranth, wounded and wailing.

"The head!" She's not sure if it's always true, but striking through the head of a demon tends to do her well.

[archademode]

He heeds her immediately, bearing down with the full force of a swing from his longsword, picturing already the blow he'll no doubt land.

Demons. Spirits. The Venatori are weak for being felled so. They deserve their graves within this mire. The indignity of a muddied tomb.

—but the creature is wary now. Swift in its predictive surety, its form whittles away into intangible shadow as his blade draws through it, the air going cold as ice with magic that is not Gabranth's own. Frost crawls along the edges of his armor, slithers down the run of Jone's poleaxe towards her fingers, a revelatory warning of the spell the creature casts.

[poleaxed]

"Duck!" Getting caught with a blast of ice in this half-darkness would be murder. She hits the ground, her fingers already numb.

Wherever the creature is, she attempts to strike it in darkness, attacking the place she'd be in its shoes-- standing above her, just out of view in tree-lined shadow.

[archademode]

Ice shatters like broken glass, puncturing air and freezing the mist in its path. Gabranth is— for a man even without armor coating every inch of his person— remarkably swift-footed, but in this case there simply isn’t time to spare: crystallized ice cuts harsh around plate, and Gabranth instead meets that magic with a burst of his own, fire flaring to life in the dark. It melts the rime that coats his armor, though damage has sunken to the skin beneath.

Unimportant.

He cannot reach the beast like this. It is too quick to shift out of existence, and his swords— even were he to join them— too short to reach in the seconds it would take to relocate itself.

Decisive, he moves behind Jone, his shoulders bracketing hers, his arms across her own as he grips her poleaxe in kind. His helm is near her shoulder, voice low enough to carry no metallic reverberation when he urges, “strike true.”

For when she does, his own magic will see to the rest of that blow.

[poleaxed]

Luckily, matters of life and death are an excellent distraction from anything she might be feeling at the moment. She just focuses on herself, on the demon, on keeping Gabranth alive. That's what this has come down to, hasn't it? Both of them or nothing. It's how Jone would prefer it, over some mealy-mouthed altruism.

A blur in the darkness. A skittering sound. Jone tenses, unmoving until this time she's sure the danger is near.

The angry cry that escapes her when she strikes the beast isn't a command or reassurance. It just is.

[archademode]

Gabranth asks for nothing more.

He feels her reel back in tension before the blow, even through the metal of his armor. A shift in posture, in footing and balance and intent alike. Heat— warm through her fingertips, scorching like wildfire along the bright silver edge of her poleaxe’s blade— blooms brilliantly in the dark, as though it is entirely her own doing. Yielding to her call. Her demands. Her needs.

The demon shrieks— only this time it is in anguish: thrashing into darkness. Into cinders and ash, faint wisps of smoke, clawing at the air until there’s nothing left save for Jone and Gabranth, and the strewn bodies scattered nearby. Oppressive weight in the air lifted, though the place looks no less haunted for it, in truth.

Gabranth pulls back. Relaxes into himself, stepping away by only a narrow distance.

“A safe path indeed.” Scoffed sarcastically.

[poleaxed]

She'd better get up before she does something truly embarrassing. (His voice is so terribly near, she can almost imagine his breath-) Standing up, she beckons to Loghain to return from the safe distance he'd trotted out to. "Better to know than not," she answers, somewhat distracted.

The heat through her fingers, the coldness of him by her side, the mud and the muck and oh, she'll be thinking about this for some time. How bitterly pathetic. Used to be hard to get her riled up like this. What's happened to her?

Something fucking stupid.

"That always what it feels like?" Any distraction- no, not that one. "Fire, I mean. Being a mage."

[archademode]

There is, huddled in the shadow of faceless metal, unfeeling in its visage, wryness. He moves to pick through the spies’ forgotten paperwork, but it’s gone rotten with fetid muck now— too waterlogged to be salvaged.

“You have the benefit of suffering no exhaustion from it, but yes.”

A pause lingers there, thoughtful in the way that he asks, “Did you imagine it differently?”

[poleaxed]

"Always reckoned it'd be, I don't know..." She shakes her head, turning to collect her recalcitrant mule. "It was... nice."

Back turned as it is, Gabranth can't see her grimace at such a stupid, stupid comment.

[archademode]

No, Gabranth fails to notice much in that moment, save for the warmth found in his own meager satisfaction at the thought she did not abhor the experience.

He moves to stand. To return to collecting the armament satchel he’d strung across Loghain, striding slowly back towards marked trees— and thankful he’d had the sense to notch them, as the clearing does indeed appear otherwise laced with pervasive same-ness.

“Learning to control such powers was a much less enjoyable task, for a blade is far more forgiving in failure. Yet if you do not dislike it, I would do so again— perhaps with a different element of your choosing.”

Aside from the void. That magic is never pleasant, not even for the invoker.

[poleaxed]

"Maybe," Jone says, eyes on the dark canopy above them. Maker, save me from this utter bollocks. Searching for anything to scrub the heat from her blood, she thinks on sadder topics. "Bede used to summon fire. Not like that, but we were twelve."

[archademode]

Jone, you’ll just end up conflating the two at this rate.

“I imagine he is a better hand at it now.” And when they find him— Bede— she’ll be able to cite some level of understanding of it, such arcane manipulation. The thought is not unwelcome. He would see the pair reunited under better circumstances than their parting. Mended far more painlessly than he and Basch.

But he does not wish to press her, or to sully the moment with darker skies. They near the road once more, and Gabranth takes to (poorly) shifting subject.

“If that was indeed the worst of these woods, the survivors may yet be able to make use of it, as you’d hoped.”

[poleaxed]

Her best attempt is easily vanquished; Bede falls from her mind like a faded picture, paint flaking. She thinks of Gabranth's breastplate digging into her shoulders again. Fuck.

As if to underline this, Loghain begins lipping at Gabranth's bag again. Jone curses and pulls him away.

"We'll find out, won't we," she murmurs. "What other spells d'you know? All I've seen is fire."

[archademode]

“If there is an element that exists to be claimed, it is mine.” He’ll not mention the disaster within the maze; a sore spot for his pride still, and an incident he’d prefer her to own no knowledge of (though perhaps the tale of it would cool her blood considerably— not that Gabranth knows what courses through her mind at the moment).

He shifts the pack across his shoulder as Loghain is drawn away, footsteps steady. The mist is painfully thick, but the air itself free of blood or decay.

“Yet I have long forgotten what it is to mend injury, and I have no knowledge of how to befuddle either hearts or minds.”

[poleaxed]

"Ah, would've taken you for a mind-befuddler. Shocked, I am."

She looks upon him fondly. It's impossible not to. She's seen his face several times, but it's just as easy to be fond of his armor, as characteristic of him as his frown and the angle of his brow. She no longer feels like she's missing something, not seeing his face. His helm is as much him as his face, the movement of his hands, his wordless hisses of annoyance or approval, the magic that runs through his hands.

Maker, she's hopeless.

"So... ice and thunder? You can do that, too?"

[archademode]

He makes a noise of disapproval at the idea. Trickery over strength, charm over straightforwardness. Few things would be less appealing to his dour mind than the idea of making either himself— or his enemies— pliant.

That’s why I rp two characters.

Despite the fact that his facade is intimidating, that he masks his true voice with a low growl the same way he masks his face with that helm, it is to his mind a means to draw out conflict, rather than quell it.

“No.” He confesses, the word as halting as Loghain’s steps.

“I never cared for either’s employ.”

[poleaxed]

Jone's smile turns her fondness wry. She reaches over to tap his helm-- in the same space she once kissed it, but he won't remember that, she's sure. What a twat she was then, only a few months ago.

"False advertising, that. Trying to impress me now?"