OPEN | Straight Chillin'

[wythersake]

WHO: OTA
WHAT: A field trip to the Thedas arctic.
WHEN: Vaguely post-Satinalia.
WHERE: The Sunless Lands
NOTES: This is a sandbox log! Do whatever you like, I'm not DM-ing. If you want to do something you think needs mod approval, submit it.

(greg rutowski)


An eccentric merchant is funding fossil hunters in the far South. They've hit a big one.

Now he needs an escort to the site. Special Acquisitions has volunteered to help in exchange for a little goodwill —
and first dibs on any artifacts uncovered along the way.

Though the route promises danger, Riftwatch is thin on personnel. There are deals to broker and data to review.
Researchers and diplomats are as likely to have been sent as scouts and warriors.

Comments

[wythersake]

"The trouble is common sense," Isaac loves the sky, but you don't live in a tower so long without pondering a drop down its side. There was that girl in Ghislain, who talked her way onto a parapet — "Alright, alright. I'll watch from the ground."

Good-natured grousing. Vlast's hinted often enough at wings. If he doesn't entirely believe it, well, it's as with Strange: One might imagine themselves a surgeon so well as a dragon. He tosses the lighter over.

"The Venatori excavate half again as much as us. It pays to keep contacts. And," A tired breath. "I suspect us familiar with the dig site. The Inquisition has been here before."

[allthatgleamsisgold]

"Trouble might be mitigated by this talk of gliders."

Redundant for him, but useful for those without the advantages wings offer. Then again, the one at the helm of their design - she seemed far more trouble than any tumble out the sky. At least when the ground comes up to meet you, there's very little left to worry about after.

The little good humour he has evaporates into his usual grim sobriety.

"Something there that shouldn't be? Or something that should be there and isn't?"

[wythersake]

"You'll forgive me if I don't look to the Qun for safety."

In parachutes, or anything else. Enough said of that.

"There's a mine, seeded with red lyrium. A great number of the locals were exposed before its clearance." And the nomads have given them all a wide berth. He can't imagine the forward party of foreigners received any warmer reception, any verbal warning. "The Inquisition reports were classified. And the corruption can be,"

Absurd, the way he searches for the perfectly picky word:

"Pernicious."