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

[chainlightning]

I don't mind, don't worry.

[ Another little smile. ]

And- well. I was fairly secluded from the others, studying and practicing. It was... a bit lonely, because of that.

[kallian_endris]

I understand.

[She shifts position, resting her chin on her knees.]

Things were lonely for me a lot too. I'm Ferelden-born, but my mother isn't. She's Orlesian, and... even among elves, those are tensions that run deep. They never let her forget it. Or me.

[chainlightning]

People can be very short-sighted, can't they?

[ A soft sigh, and Merrill reaches over to gently pat Kallian on one of those knees. ]

Good thing they can be so much more than that, too.

[kallian_endris]

They can, and yes.

So... what brings you to the Emprise?

[chainlightning]

I just want to help, really.

[ And she is 100% serious. ]

The people here are scared, hungry. If there's something we can do for them, then I want to do it.

[kallian_endris]

I believe you.

It's why I'm a healer. I wanted to help people. There's a lot of suffering in the world. If I can take away even just a little of it...

That, and this is my first time visiting a part of Orlais.

[chainlightning]

Oh, are you? I've always been terrible at healing. I mean, I can tell you about plants that are helpful, maybe, but with magic? Not so much.

Do you know where your mother was from, then?

[kallian_endris]

I started learning when I was young. How to recognize herbs and use them, how do first aid. We see a lot of people get hurt where I come from.

My mother is from Orlais. Very much Orlesian. I guess she served a house called the du Poivrers. I'm not sure where they're located.

[chainlightning]

We should compare notes, sometimes. I know they say the Dalish know a lot of herbs that others have forgotten, but I'm sure there are also ones we don't know about because they more commonly grow in cities, that sort of thing.

We could probably find out, if you ever wanted to go there.