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

[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."