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ƬƠƬƛԼԼƳ ƇƠƊЄƤЄƝƊЄƝƬ ƑԼƖƝƬ ([personal profile] katabasis) wrote in [community profile] faderift2023-03-13 06:06 pm

[CLOSED] WHAT'S YOURS IS MINE

WHO: Tertia, Ellis, Barrow, Clarisse, Tiffany, Ellie
WHAT: Riftwatch agents raid a Venatori red lyrium mine with the intent to disable the operation and kill the Venatori mage overseeing the work.
WHEN: Now-ish; whenever that makes sense.
WHERE: The Blasted Hills, the Anderfels
NOTES:
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THE BRIEF
As Riftwatch is currently divided between the Gallows and a gloomy Hightown mansion in Kirkwall, the assembly (with their gear and their griffons already prepared) meets in the old Qunari compound turned Riftwatch stable yard on the Kirkwall docks to receive their assignment in person. With paper at such a premium these days, the only written copy of the orders is sent with them rather than filed among the towers' records. There is a silent implication not to lose it. Neither Flint or Julius is keen to reproduce it from memory.

That sheet reads:
For Immediate Dispatch,

Members of Forces and Project Sashamiri are to proceed to the foothills above Alhoven. Reports suggest the trading post there supports a nearby mining operation in the Blasted Hills, and that supplies are typically conveyed to and from by a mule team with a distinct spotted animal among them.

Follow the team and its return to the mine. From a reasonable distance, assess the state and organization of their work. Intercepted correspondence suggests the operation is being overseen by Augustus Naevius, a Venatori mage. What other opposition forces may be present is unclear. Upon completion of your evaluation, proceed to: disable and destroy the workings of the mine and its overseers; to recover any items or records of value; and then, to make your withdrawal.

Supplementary: should any opportunity present itself to damage the reputation of Tevinter in the region, or to discourage Alhoven from further trade relations with the Venatori, see it done.

-J. Flint

Rather than attempt to assess the value of any notes or correspondence, bring back anything you can reasonably secure without compromising the primary objective of disabling and destroying the mine. Even if a document turns out to be relatively useless, we can at least use the reverse side to supplement our paper supply.

- Julius


ALHOVEN
The village of Alhoven began life as a trading post. Nestled at the base of a rugged cut of the Blasted Hills, it primarily serves to supply logging, mining, and itinerant trappers with a line back to the wonders of civilization: hot meals cooked by someone else, protection both from the elements and the dangers of the wilderness, and carnal satisfaction for purchase. Observation or stealthy investigation may reveal the additional following information:
  • Alhoven is currently hosting a modest detachment of Tevinter infantry.
  • The village's central square, likely the footprint of the original trading post, is reasonably well fortified thanks to a wooden palisade. While it has no formal gates or portcullises, there is only one distinct (albeit unguarded) point of entry.
  • A watchtower on the edge of town hosts a lookout, and braziers are kept burning at night to illuminate the main thoroughfares of the village. It's rare to see individuals in the streets alone after dark. A series of traps found in the foothills above the village where Riftwatch is stationed suggests there's been recent trouble with bears or wolves.
  • The population skews older and rougher, with a majority qualifying as seasonal. That said, the village has begun to sprawl outward and there are signs that the rough and tumble lifestyle of the remote outpost may soon shift toward a more hardily domestic one. There is at least one very cute Anderfels baby bundled up against the winter weather, and one of the permanent structures is a Chantry chapel.
  • The lack of agricultural infrastructure buried under snow and ice suggests Alhoven is entirely reliant on trade and its collected stores. They don't appear to be doing poorly for themselves.

THE MINE
The targeted red lyrium mining operation isn't much of a journey from Alhoven up and into the unforgiving Blasted Hills. Composed of just a few permanent triangular outbuildings and an array of equipment, the mine isn't all that expansive. What it is, however, (in total defiance of the weather and cold), is awfully productive. Careful observation, stealthy investigation, or the general chaos of the melee may reveal the following details:
  • The camp's workforce predominantly consists of animated corpses being controlled by the Venatori mage overseeing the operation, Augustus Naevius. While it would ordinarily be impossible for a single necromancer to accomplish so much on his own, those familiar with other cases of corpses being animated and directed by the power of red lyrium may easily rationalize that's how Naevius is managing as well as he is.
  • There are no more than ten non-corpses guiding the work, including the driver of the mule train. Where the animated dead are responsible for the bulk of picking and shifting stone down in the pit mine and for driving the treadmills of the various heavy machinery, the living workers are responsible for the finer work of keeping everything running smoothly. It's impossible to tell from observation if these harbitten living workers are non-mage soporati, mages in their own right, Tevinter soldiers who have become too apathetic to wear much of their armor, or enslaved men and women with a considerable amount of autonomy. That said, they are living in an apparent abundance of comfort. No one seems to be going cold or hungry, although the mood is deadly (ha ha) serious.
  • The majority of the corpses are Anderfels natives. Though the residents of Alhoven must be unaware of it, it's likely that this, rather than hungry wildlife, may be the actual cause motivating the anti-predator precautions being taken in the village.
  • There are also a number of corpses wearing Tevinter armor/fashions.
  • In what is probably a totally unrelated note (it's definitely related), there are three bunkhouses in the compound. Only one seems to currently be in use for that purpose; the others have been turned into a barn and storehouse.
  • The animated corpses work day and night without rest, overseen by living workers in rotating shifts. Naevius himself spends most of his day repairing damaged members of the undead workforce, re-allocating the division of undead labor, consumed with some weird red lyrium experimentation, or shut up in the outbuilding that serves as his quarters-slash-office (where through a window he can be seen to be feverishly writing).

Once the attack kicks off, it will quickly become apparent that Naevius is as dangerous as he is industrious. To make matters worse, if he isn't taken out of commission quickly, Riftwatch members will soon find themselves facing an army red-lyrium infested undead; if Naevius is successfully killed, the red lyrium will continue to make the spirits possessing the undead aggressive, but they'll be much easier to corral, kill, or weaponize without someone guiding them.
heorte: (Default)

GO TIME.

[personal profile] heorte 2023-03-14 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
heorte: (Default)

DOWN TIME.

[personal profile] heorte 2023-03-14 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
incaenstrix: (grim)

PLANNING TIME.

[personal profile] incaenstrix 2023-03-15 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"We mustn't - "

Tertia's voice is very small, and very soft, when she tries to get everyone's attention. She and Clarisse have just returned from their scouting mission; they've slipped into the campsite at a time when the others are having a full conversation, too quietly to be noticed, and now her quiet voice isn't enough to be remotely audible over anyone else's.

She's been quiet on the whole way back. To be fair, she hadn't spoken too very much to Clarisse on their way towards the scouting mission - shyness, not standoffishness - but ever since they saw their target, she's been completely silent. And so Clarisse will have no context at all as to what Tertia about to say, or why she casts a desperate glance over at Clarisse, seeking her help to get everyone else's attention.
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2023-03-16 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Something is wrong.

Clarisse doesn't know what it is, and Tertia hasn't told her. Hasn't talked at all the whole way back, in fact. On the way out, she'd been okay—not super chatty, but Clarisse hadn't been expecting her to be, and it'd been fine. But in between then and now, something's changed. Clarisse has a feeling she's about to find out what at the same time everyone else does.

Tertia gives her a desperate, sidelong look—nobody's noticed their return yet despite her weak attempt at getting their attention—and Clarisse steps out beside her but positions herself the slightest bit forward, like she's prepared to defend them both, without really thinking about it.

"Hey." Clarisse's voice manages to be just gruff and loud enough to catch the attention of anybody nearby. "We're back."
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-16 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ellie, who's been lingering near the outskirts of camp, shows up almost immediately. She's been out scouting other parts of the area, and she's relieved to see them back.

It's not Tertia's body language that gives her pause immediately, it's Clarisse's. Mostly because Ellie knows her better, and she knows when she's feeling protective towards somebody. Not that Tertia doesn't inspire it in most people, but. It's new among their group.

"Hey," she says back, looking between the two of them.

"What'd you see?"
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[personal profile] heorte 2023-03-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Clarisse's positioning pings off Ellis as well, draws his attention away from the scattering of notes he'd been sifting through. As small as that shift in posture is, it is immediately recognizable to Ellis. He has positioned himself so very often. But in the moment, he isn't entirely sure what's prompted it now. They are, after all, among friends.

"Is there trouble?" he asks as he looks between them, sweeping the pieces of parchment into a neat pile before he straightens up fully.
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[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-16 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Poised by the fire as he works on making a pot of coffee (he's not going to be storming anything without properly waking up first), Barrow lifts his head to blink at the returning pair and offers a benign smile to indicate he's listening.
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Ellie | OTA

[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-16 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
i. Camping (one on one)

It's very clear that they are supposed to be sleeping, and specifically Ellie is supposed to be sleeping, given that it's not her watch. Instead she lays there in her bedroll, staring up at the frost-covered canopy with bleary eyes, lips moving soundlessly as she picks out familiar constellations.

Usually, this helps. She's exhausted, and they're far enough away from the Gallows that whatever fucked up thing happening with people's dreams shouldn't be as much of an issue... but she still can't sleep. She rubs at her eyes as quietly as she can, and rolls to her side.

Not much luck there, either. So as quietly as she can, she wriggles out of her bedroll, picks up a spare blanket and brings it with her, deciding to go find whoever's on watch.

She sits down next to them, settling her bow across her lap, drawing the blanket around her shoulders

"Can't sleep," she murmurs. "How's it looking out here?"


ii. Denny's Danny's (one on one or drop-ins welcome for mingling)

"Holy shit," Ellie's muttering, looking over the plate the barmaid's set down in front of her -- two pancakes, two eggs, two sausages, two strips of bacon. She's usually dressed nondescript anyway, and being bundled up helps with appearing as a nondescript traveler. And nondescript travelers usually visit the local alehouse for a hot meal and the lay of the land.

Apparently the alehouse also serves breakfast after dark, and Artie's been real picky about his treats lately, hissing at Ellie's offerings of jerky now that he's become spoiled by a near-daily offering of bacon or sausage.

Ellie had ordered "the special", and apparently this was it.

"Fuck, I'm not actually sure I can eat all this," she whispers, even as she discreetly wraps up some of the meats in a napkin to secret it away in her pocket for later.
Edited 2023-03-16 04:24 (UTC)
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camping

[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-16 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Dark."

Even if his face is mostly hidden in shadow, the smile in Barrow's voice is as clear as the bright burning end of the cigarette he's smoking. He's seated on a fallen log, his broad back to the fire and covered in a heavy blanket of his own as he gazes out into the blackness.

After a companionable pause, he clears his throat quietly.
"You ever seen red lyrium?"
Edited 2023-03-16 05:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-16 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Exciting."

Ellie's voice is a lower register, softer and easily lost in the crackling of the fire, so it hopefully won't wake any of their companions. All of them that are managing to sleep, anyway.

She grows grim instead at the question.

"Not up close," she admits. "Ellis and I were part of the group that found the tainted stuff that came from this mine, but it looked normal. We never would have known if Ellis hadn't sensed something off about it. But I've read about some of the things that happened in the reports from before I got here. About the Satinalia attack. And about Corypheus's dragon."
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[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-16 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Seems common as mold these days," Barrow scoffs, ashing his cigarette onto the frosty ground, "as if the regular shit weren't dangerous enough." He clasps his fingers together between his knees, smoke drifting up from the cigarette's remnants.

"Don't get too near it. Makes people weird."
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-16 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ellie nods to herself, draws her blanket more firmly around her shoulders, looking out into the night. She chews over the information, thinks on why Barrow chose now to say this, and what must be on his mind, if this is the first question he's asking her.

"What have you seen?"
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[personal profile] incaenstrix 2023-03-16 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
The look towards Clarisse becomes one of gratitude. Then Tertia turns her gaze towards the assembled members of Riftwatch, hands clasped before her anxiously, letting out a breath.

Is this worth it? asks a voice in the back of her head. He was kind to her, back then, but they weren't exactly close. He wasn't someone who fought fiercely for the rights of her people. He was just elfblooded, and so he'd never been quite as trapped as the rest of them. But he was still of her people, and he'd still been...

"The Venatori," she says, her voice still soft - soft enough that people might need to lean in to hear her. "He - Naevius, is the name now, which is why I didn't realize who it was. He's not a true Venatori. He was like me - " She presses a hand to her chest. "And joined the Venatori after he was freed."
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[personal profile] fairforce 2023-03-17 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Tiffany had been sitting near to the fire, the better to offer comments and critiques on Barrow's fire-building skills, is now on her feet. The mood of their camp was never quite easy, given the mission ahead of them. A different sort of tension now thickens the air.

"Not a true Venatori," she repeats, carefully, gently. Tertia's voice is very quiet and she's had to lean in a little to hear her. "What do you mean?"

Though she knows, a little. Tiffany does her homework, reads what information might be publicly available before embarking on a mission, especially with people she does not know. It's half habit, half caution. There are things you can learn about someone even from the way that they present themselves, the story of themselves that they tell.
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[personal profile] heorte 2023-03-17 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Joined?" follows Tiffany, prompting as he turns towards her.

Joined is different than coerced or trapped.
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[personal profile] incaenstrix 2023-03-17 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean that - "

Her gaze darts between Ellis, Tiffany, and Clarisse.

"He was a slave. Like me. In Minrathous. And for the Venatori, an ex-slave isn't equal to someone who was born free - is what I've heard." What I've heard. What a lie; she feels it to be a lie when it's out of her mouth, and she nearly winces with it.

"It's probably why he's here. Not because he has any will to do this work - but because he has to. It's probably the only duty available to him. So to just assassinate him - " She shakes her head, and falls silent, her arguments sounding strange and weak even to her.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-17 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ellie, sitting half in shadow, and the person most likely to carry out assassinations at present, adjusts her gloves. Her voice is a lower register, measured.

"... does that mean that if he had a better opportunity at Riftwatch, he'd defect the Venatori and join us instead?"

She's thinking of Benedict when she says it. It's not like it wouldn't be without precedence.
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[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-17 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Not much outside of Riftwatch, truth be told," Barrow murmurs, "but, well. S'pose, with your world and all, you know the feeling: people you knew, whether you liked 'em or not, somewhere out there becoming something else, losing their minds. Eaten up from the inside."
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[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-17 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"That's quite a gamble," Barrow chimes in gently, but doesn't argue further-- he's mindful of Tertia's manner, and is willing to hear her out.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-17 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"... shit."

It hits her over again, that Barrow was a Templar. He's got a lot of people he doesn't particularly want to see again, and. Well. This is obviously part of why. Ellie gives a slight shiver.

"They can't get better, can they? Once they get corrupted by it?"
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[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-17 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Not so far as I know."

He chuckles darkly, an unusual hardness to his profile. "You don't get to just de-lyrium yourself, even with the normal kind."
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2023-03-18 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Clarisse chews on a thumbnail. It's pretty obvious by the look on her face that she had no idea what Tertia was actually about to tell everyone, and now she's thrown, to say the least.

She says, "I don't know if I want to make that bet."

But she's not outright saying no, either... yet...
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[personal profile] heorte 2023-03-18 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
A long, measuring look at Tertia before Ellis looks to Clarisse, Ellie. Tiffany. Any of their people who had spent time surveilling the camp.

Probably, Tertia had said. It is not enough.

"He was in sole command of the camp?" he asks, doubt heavy in his voice.
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[personal profile] incaenstrix 2023-03-18 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Tertia hesitates, then meets Ellis' eyes and nods. There was no question of that. There was no sign at all of him being under threat, being watched and reported on, answering to anyone else. There's no point in lying about that; Clarisse, after all, had been there.

And what about that question - would he join Riftwatch? Well, would he? Maybe. It's possible. He'd been...Well, he'd been ambitious, frankly. When he'd spoken of his future, it hadn't been ideals he'd talked about, but his prospects and possibilities. Joining Riftwatch, with its cooperative spirit, with its limited reach and limited power, where the opportunities for advancement were slim and its tolerance for boldness was slim indeed, was...Well, it was possible.

She scratches anxiously at the back of her hand, looking at the humans arrayed before her. If she just had someone else with her here...

"He's using corpses," she says, "instead of slaves. Other Venatori would probably be using slaves infected with red lyrium. He's - If we kill him, someone far worse will just take his place." And how do you know that, Tertia? What explanation can you give for that knowledge? Oh, she shouldn't be doing this - No one here knows she was Venatori, and things will be easier if it stays that way - "We could just disable the operation, and leave him alive to be - one of the better Venatori. One of the less cruel ones."
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[personal profile] fairforce 2023-03-18 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"So he would not join Riftwatch."

That answers that. Of 'signs of goodness', utilizing corpses instead of slaves takes the slimmest margin while still failing at proper goodness. It is something worth remarking on. It could just as easily mean something else.

"When was the last time you spoke to him? If he is acting under orders, with limited authority--isn't it likely that the choice to use corpses was not even his? Or that he has changed from the person you once knew? I'm sorry," which Tiffany directs, gently, to the group as a whole--but especially to Tertia, whose position in this moment is not enviable. "But I fear gambling on our success when there are so many unknowns."

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