I. SEMI-CLOSED.

[letterandspirit]

WHO: Marcus Kane and people of personal interest.
WHAT: A slow appraisement of the Inquisition begins the subtle hunt for one mage in particular.
WHEN: The rest of the Emprise du Lion campaign.
WHERE: Emprise du Lion
NOTES: This log is a catch all for specific starters for planned threads, and hence semi-closed, but entirely open for planning! Please let me know if you'd like to meet Kane and we can divine some kind of encounter.

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nearing twilight. james norrington.

[letterandspirit]

There's nothing about Kane that stands him out as different from everyone around him. His cloak is a rough-cut thing of fur and hide that only hits the backs of his thighs, and a shield without any banner or colour is strapped high on his back, round and heavy. He isn't distinguished as a Templar, his armor and clothing bearing no symbol, nor even a member of the Inquisition, nor is he remarkable enough to look distinctly foreign, scruffy and of a medium stature and build, middle-aged and unthreatening.

Mostly. He carries a handsome sword, which in some parts of the world, is in itself an innate threat.

But what stands him out is that he does not move in rhythm with the Inquisition camp. He doesn't have orders to follow through, or a task to oversee or participate in, and he's put away his horse and had something to eat. He walks idly, watching people move past him, glancing up at the wooden platforms on which men and women keep watch and freeze.

Knight-Captain Marcus Kane is not entirely without direction, though. Of his polite queries and collecting of names as to Templar presence, only one of them strikes out at him as familiar, and so he approaches wherever Norrington is purported to be, and takes his time in doing so. The sky is beginning to darken, and campfires are beginning to build.

high noon. martel.

[letterandspirit]

It's a fast battle, which is perhaps the nicest thing you can say about it.

Inquisition soldiers are already ransacking the little Red Templar holding that Kane had marked on the map for them, wedged in at the base of the hills. Men and women in uniform making efficient work of turning tents inside out and strewing belongings on the snow, seizing weapons and important documents, confiscating valuables before anyone gets any bright ideas. Kane only cleans his sword of blood using the edge of his cloak, and gets paid mostly no mind. Out of uniform and standing idle amongst the activity, he has the appearance of a sell-sword, joining in for commission.

When he'd fought, sword and shield, it had been with the kind of form and precision that comes from a life's work of training. When he cleans his blade, it's from a life's work of habit.

But he pauses, noting movement towards the edge of the clearing. The scuffling the injured, heavy armor, laboured breathing. Glancing around to see if anyone else has this first, Kane begins to pursue at an almost leisurely pace, his sword remaining in hand and only half clean of the crimson smearing iron.

early morning. alayre sauveterre.

[letterandspirit]

Kane is a morning person, as most military inclined tend to be, and so is true of many in the Inquisition. It's at this hour that young men and women receive their breakfast to ensure they don't wind up with the scraped, burned morsels at the bottom of the cookware, and others train.

Having already eaten from his own supply, Kane finds himself where soldiers have claimed some ground for informal training and drilling. It's easy to pick out the Templars from the rest, the way they wield their sword and shield, the precision and the stances geared towards fending off magical attack than simply their sparring partner's sword and shield. He doesn't join in, but finds a place to sit and watch.

He isn't dressed as a Templar, having traded away his standard issue armor a long time ago, but he is in sturdy leathers and iron, armed with a good sword and sturdy shield. He's also new, gaining a glance here and there from those who've grown accustomed to seeing the same faces, day in and day out.