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

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[serannas]

Two trees lit the world? How beautiful! Trees were important in elven lore here in Thedas too. All elves on their death had a tree planted over their grave, so that their body might provide the means for the seedling to grow into a healthy, strong tree that would withstand the ages. In that way, the elves could live on.

Ellana watched as Galadriel retrieved the phial, and her breath caught in her throart. She gingerly set her makeshift pole down as well, and glanced up at Galadriel for permission before she gently took the phial in both hands, cradling it in her palms. Even though she wasn't up close to the hole in the ice, she still felt paranoid that the phial would somehow slip out of her grasp and fall into the water, so she shifted a little away from the fishing hole to shield the precious item with her body.

She had no words to describe it as it glowed in her hands. As a mage, she had used as sorts of magic that lit up an area: fire, lightning, veilfire. But nothing could compare to this. Amazingly, she was able to focus enough to hear Galadriel's words even as she gazed into the wondrous light, and when she looked up at her friend, tears were flooding her eyes. She blinked and they fell, but she didn't dare raise a hand to wipe them away and risk dropping the phial.

"Starlight," she whispered. It was all she could say. That evening in the courtyard pointing out the constellations to Galadriel returned to her and she sniffled, looking back down at the light. What if something like this was here in an elven ruin, waiting to be discovered? Galadriel was right that the Light of Eärendil wasn't of this world, but that didn't mean something similar couldn't exist. If they had something that could invoke these emotions in her, then the People would be truly blessed and rewarded for all the trials they had endured.

"You have." Carefully, she handed the phial back, loathe to let it go but knowing that this was a symbol of what could be here in Thedas, waiting to be discovered. "I look at this and it fills me with hope that there are precious parts of our past waiting to be uncovered." It didn't matter who found them, as long as they were given to the People to cherish. But she would someday search. Nothing would be found if no one ever looked.

Ellana wiped at her wet face and giggled. "Ma serannas. Just letting me look on it is a gift."

[laurenande]

Ellana returned the star glass and it rested, light and ethereal, in Galadriel's hand. She did not share Ellana's fear that it might be lost to the waters, but she was still careful and meticulous as she settled it back beneath the leather of her armor. She had lost one relic to Thedas already. In truth, the brooch had been lost under very singular circumstances, but she was not willing to risk repeating such a blunder.

It was a shame she no longer carried the Ellessar; she could only imagine how Ellana would have cherished its power.

"I hope its light will not be needed in Thedas, but if it is, I will share it." Ellana wiped at her face and Galadriel could not help but smile at her. Her cheeks were already pink from the cold; this place was not comfortable.

"But that is enough talk of dark times, there is too much sadness in the Emprise du Lion for me to compound it so," Galadriel announced and glanced to the fish that rested on the ice between them. "What say you, mellon nin, shall we continue to fish or find our way back and search for a basket?"

[serannas]

It was a sentiment Ellana could agree with. Emprise was depressing enough as it was.

"Let's head back. We can find a basket and rest by a fire pit for a few minutes. Maybe have hot drinks to warm us through before we return?"