Way of the Knight-Enchanter

[gatheringstorm]

WHO: Korrin, Pel, Araceli, Kas, and Katniss. Later Sam and Vivienne.
WHAT: Hunting down ingredients for her spirit blade and forging it afterward.
WHEN: At any point after the Kirkwall mission but before returning to Emprise du Lion.
WHERE: The Fallow Mire/Skyhold
NOTES: Stemming from her notice here. As Pel's goal is the same, she's welcome at all stages involved.

CW for the Fallow Mire portion: Probably violence and lots of flirting.

[Wisp essence hunting in the Fallow Mire]

Ah, the Fallow Mire. If there’s an area that further exemplifies misery, Korrin doesn’t know or want to know about it. The Vashoth mage frowns at the rainy, dreary bog ahead as though it had done something to personally offend her, but then in her mind that’s very true. She didn’t hold any pleasant memories from her last, extended stay and doesn’t expect this time to be any different. At least this time it’d be brief, if not exactly painless. Wisp essences means demon-fighting, on top of whatever undead are drawn to the slightest ripple in the marsh waters. She understands Vivienne’s intent in wishing her to acquire them by hand, but the fact that they’re easiest to attain here, in the place she’d have been happy to never set foot in again, is grating. But like it or not, it must be done.

“Let’s get this over with. If we manage a power run, we might not even need to camp here.”

[Forging the spirit blade hilt (Undercroft)]

Once returned -and Maker, that can’t happen soon enough- Korrin wastes no time in assembling the rest of what’s needed for the spirit blade hilt. As long as nothing urgent interferes, she’ll recruit Sam to oversee this project, not wanting all that effort to be botched and thus wasted. If this is going to happen, it’s going to be done right. Patience isn’t her strong point, though, so she’ll alternate between pacing, swearing (under her breath), and doing whatever needs to be done. ‘Determined’ is an understatement’, and she’ll be there however long it takes to see this through.

“...well, what do you think? Will it work?” It has to, right? There isn’t any better place in Thedas for this kind of crafting, outside fallen Circles or perhaps Orzammar. And she’d still trust a friend with this over a stranger any day, but those frayed nerves remain.

[Returning to Madame de Fer (Vivienne’s balcony)]

Only when she’s certain -through checking and re-checking- that all has been done to craft a worthy spirit blade does Korrin leave the Undercroft, making a beeline for Councillor Vivienne’s balcony. Whether this will or won’t suffice, she’d rather know now than wait another moment. And if it is, she’s more than ready to begin her true training. So whenever Vivienne bids her forward, she presents the spirit blade hilt, tense and silent until the First Enchanter’s opinion is given.

Comments

[foxsays]

Immediately upon hearing that squeak one of her rapiers is in hand, heart in her mouth because corpses go down easily enough but there's still something deeply unsettling about them. Questions she doesn't dare to ask yet about how they work, how common they are, others that might not even have answers anyway beyond guesses.

Still, she offers a smile, her laughter quiet but the rapier remains out now as her other hand settles on her chest as she tries to find her calm again.

"Perhaps if we come across any from before and have the time we might burn some of the remains? Leave this place a little cleaner than we initially found it."

[gatheringstorm]

That squeak prompts a sharp turn from Korrin, but she relaxes upon seeing that it it's just a piece of undead and not a whole one. Facing ahead again, she crosses the path leading away from the camp and turns onto a narrow stretch of 'dry' land.

"I can set them ablaze as we pass. It's not going to last that long, with the constant rain, but it's something.

Alright, this is where we have to be careful. Try to avoid the water, please. You know what we'll attract. If that happens, the point is for us to keep moving. Stop to fight everything in here and we'll be in the Mire forever."

laaaaate sorry

[mythalenaste]

"It's already going to feel that way." Pel doesn't like this place. She doesn't like any place where she can't keep dry. "If anyone needs dry socks, I have spares."

[issala]

"Setting them on fire's gonna draw attention," Kas protests, no matter how much he'd prefer to turn it all into ash rather than randomly displaced bodyparts. "The light would be seen all over the mire."

It wouldn't be good to draw attention of more undead, demons or just plain insane people out here.

The teen keeps as far away from the water as he can, even jumping over areas with large puddles just to be safe.

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin nods with a wry smile at Pel, wishing this part of their quest could have been avoided...but since it can't, they'll have to get it over with as quickly as possible. She sighs upon hearing Kas, but...he has a point. Telling them to avoid the water and yet setting fires is counterproductive.

"Fair enough. We'll only do it if there's decent cover, otherwise we'll have to move on."

As long as everyone stays out of the water, the winding path to Granite point is fairly uneventful. Roaming demons and undead are too far away to notice them at the moment, for which Korrin is uncharacteristically grateful. She's only after one prey.

Upon closing in on the location, she casts Barrier over everyone, then blurs forward when spotting a green, vaguely humanoid shape. That had to be one of them. It's time to begin this.

[foxsays]

With a sigh, she blinks at the shimmer that surrounds her courtesy of the barrier before she readies her rapiers, letting Korrin blur into the distance. This is her thing, Araceli is along more for spending time with her. It must surely speak well to her character that she would agree to come here to such a terrible place but she likes to think Korrin might do the same for her.

Like going to an Orlesian party one day.

As it is, she nods to Kas because with a bow he'll probably have to hang back anyway.

"Pick your shots, I'll cover you if anything comes lurching up our arses."