open: something grabs ahold of me tightly

[faderifting]

WHO: Inquisition Forces
WHAT: Inquisition forces cross the mountains into Orlais to deal with Emprise du Lion
WHEN: Wintermarch 25 onward
WHERE: EMPRISE DU LION
NOTES: This is a mingle-style log for the Inquisition camps, local tavern, and general/open Inquisition work, etc.

This time they hike down to the west, but the trip through the mountains is no easier. The snow is heaped up about the road where wagons have pushed it aside, stomped into slippery pack beneath the feet and hooves that have gone before. Of the main track it is ankle deep at best and in places it drifts, waist-deep on a tall man and enough to bury a dwarf who hasn't come prepared with snowshoes. Everywhere the wind howls, biting cold, and the sky hangs low, a pale flat grey that makes it difficult to judge distances. Those who know winter weather call it a snow sky, and near-daily squalls prove them right.

They set up camp in Sahrnia, across the broad expanse of frozen river that has trapped the villagers here upstream. Tents pop up in rows and in the shells of tumbled-down buildings, fires blazing and thawing the ground to mud. When the supply wagons roll in they re-open the local tavern, brightly lit with flaking paint on the walls that might once have been colorful and patterned tiles on the floor that seems to swim like an optical illusion after too many glasses of the cheap red wine that fills the cellars.

Even deadlier reds hold the hills: Red Templar sightings have been frequent and it is said they are operating in several locations in the region in significant force. Some of these men and women have become hulking, crystalline beasts. Many others are in the earlier stages of corruption: red-veined and -eyed, aggressive and superhumanly strong, but still visibly human and coherent if spoken to. Red lyrium is even easier to find, jutting out of the ground or cliffsides, filling caves-- the Tower of Bone, a fortress that has stood for centuries, now threatens to split from the inside out. The area's wildlife was none too friendly before, but now the wolves and bears have begun to be corrupted by the lyrium and many will attack on sight, without provocation. (The snofleurs that bumble harmlessly around the river seem unaffected.)

Everywhere there are ruins: broken bridges, crumbling colosseums, and the great hulking mass of Suledin's Keep tucked between the distant hills. Scouts reported that Red Templars hold it as well.

RIFTER ARRIVAL - SAHRNIA - THE HILLS - TOWER CAMP - A HANDY MAP

Comments

[equanimiti]

Alayre couldn't help but look a bit frazzled at that sarcastic suggestion. The mage had a point but should he admit to that? A part of him didn't want to acknowledge it but Alayre knew better.

"You're right." He admitted with a sigh. "It wasn't just us Templars who join the Inquisition." Alayre sipped his tea slowly.

"Who am I to judge in the first place?"

[salvatore_underfoot]

He was expecting more of a push-back given Alayre's prior adamance about faith. Sal poured himself another cup of tea to replaced the one he'd spilled. "Of course I'm right." He shook his head ruefully. "Still, you roll over too easily. You could have put up a bit more of a fight before giving in."

[equanimiti]

"I fight far better with swords than with words, Salvatore." The Templar muttered in prime annoyance showing a rare moment of agitation. "Haven't you noticed by now?" There was a tinge of haughtiness in his tone but Alayre honestly meant nothing behind it. He's just agitated beyond belief. The poor man wasn't exactly thrilled with the state of things here with the Inquisition an probably never would be.

"I'm not the kind of man to keep beating on the same dead horse repeatedly."

[salvatore_underfoot]

"I've noticed." With a sniff, Sal sips his tea, and pointedly ignores Alayre's mood. He's not going to be dragged down into a negative state by the other man. "But you're a man in an influential position. Your words carry as much weight as your sword." He smiles some. "To think, I was afraid your being in a relationship with me would have been the most damaging thing to your reputation. I didn't know you had a talent for sabotaging yourself. Perhaps I should have stuck around longer."