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ƬƠƬƛԼԼƳ ƇƠƊЄƤЄƝƊЄƝƬ ƑԼƖƝƬ ([personal profile] katabasis) wrote in [community profile] faderift2023-03-13 06:06 pm

[CLOSED] WHAT'S YOURS IS MINE

WHO: Tertia, Ellis, Barrow, Clarisse, Tiffany, Ellie
WHAT: Riftwatch agents raid a Venatori red lyrium mine with the intent to disable the operation and kill the Venatori mage overseeing the work.
WHEN: Now-ish; whenever that makes sense.
WHERE: The Blasted Hills, the Anderfels
NOTES:
OOC information is available HERE at the sign-ups post. The objective/points pool spreadsheet with relevant instructions is located HERE and should be open to editing. Please include any necessary content warnings in your subject lines. If you want some image inspo for a medieval fantasy mine, there's a great reference HERE.


THE BRIEF
As Riftwatch is currently divided between the Gallows and a gloomy Hightown mansion in Kirkwall, the assembly (with their gear and their griffons already prepared) meets in the old Qunari compound turned Riftwatch stable yard on the Kirkwall docks to receive their assignment in person. With paper at such a premium these days, the only written copy of the orders is sent with them rather than filed among the towers' records. There is a silent implication not to lose it. Neither Flint or Julius is keen to reproduce it from memory.

That sheet reads:
For Immediate Dispatch,

Members of Forces and Project Sashamiri are to proceed to the foothills above Alhoven. Reports suggest the trading post there supports a nearby mining operation in the Blasted Hills, and that supplies are typically conveyed to and from by a mule team with a distinct spotted animal among them.

Follow the team and its return to the mine. From a reasonable distance, assess the state and organization of their work. Intercepted correspondence suggests the operation is being overseen by Augustus Naevius, a Venatori mage. What other opposition forces may be present is unclear. Upon completion of your evaluation, proceed to: disable and destroy the workings of the mine and its overseers; to recover any items or records of value; and then, to make your withdrawal.

Supplementary: should any opportunity present itself to damage the reputation of Tevinter in the region, or to discourage Alhoven from further trade relations with the Venatori, see it done.

-J. Flint

Rather than attempt to assess the value of any notes or correspondence, bring back anything you can reasonably secure without compromising the primary objective of disabling and destroying the mine. Even if a document turns out to be relatively useless, we can at least use the reverse side to supplement our paper supply.

- Julius


ALHOVEN
The village of Alhoven began life as a trading post. Nestled at the base of a rugged cut of the Blasted Hills, it primarily serves to supply logging, mining, and itinerant trappers with a line back to the wonders of civilization: hot meals cooked by someone else, protection both from the elements and the dangers of the wilderness, and carnal satisfaction for purchase. Observation or stealthy investigation may reveal the additional following information:
  • Alhoven is currently hosting a modest detachment of Tevinter infantry.
  • The village's central square, likely the footprint of the original trading post, is reasonably well fortified thanks to a wooden palisade. While it has no formal gates or portcullises, there is only one distinct (albeit unguarded) point of entry.
  • A watchtower on the edge of town hosts a lookout, and braziers are kept burning at night to illuminate the main thoroughfares of the village. It's rare to see individuals in the streets alone after dark. A series of traps found in the foothills above the village where Riftwatch is stationed suggests there's been recent trouble with bears or wolves.
  • The population skews older and rougher, with a majority qualifying as seasonal. That said, the village has begun to sprawl outward and there are signs that the rough and tumble lifestyle of the remote outpost may soon shift toward a more hardily domestic one. There is at least one very cute Anderfels baby bundled up against the winter weather, and one of the permanent structures is a Chantry chapel.
  • The lack of agricultural infrastructure buried under snow and ice suggests Alhoven is entirely reliant on trade and its collected stores. They don't appear to be doing poorly for themselves.

THE MINE
The targeted red lyrium mining operation isn't much of a journey from Alhoven up and into the unforgiving Blasted Hills. Composed of just a few permanent triangular outbuildings and an array of equipment, the mine isn't all that expansive. What it is, however, (in total defiance of the weather and cold), is awfully productive. Careful observation, stealthy investigation, or the general chaos of the melee may reveal the following details:
  • The camp's workforce predominantly consists of animated corpses being controlled by the Venatori mage overseeing the operation, Augustus Naevius. While it would ordinarily be impossible for a single necromancer to accomplish so much on his own, those familiar with other cases of corpses being animated and directed by the power of red lyrium may easily rationalize that's how Naevius is managing as well as he is.
  • There are no more than ten non-corpses guiding the work, including the driver of the mule train. Where the animated dead are responsible for the bulk of picking and shifting stone down in the pit mine and for driving the treadmills of the various heavy machinery, the living workers are responsible for the finer work of keeping everything running smoothly. It's impossible to tell from observation if these harbitten living workers are non-mage soporati, mages in their own right, Tevinter soldiers who have become too apathetic to wear much of their armor, or enslaved men and women with a considerable amount of autonomy. That said, they are living in an apparent abundance of comfort. No one seems to be going cold or hungry, although the mood is deadly (ha ha) serious.
  • The majority of the corpses are Anderfels natives. Though the residents of Alhoven must be unaware of it, it's likely that this, rather than hungry wildlife, may be the actual cause motivating the anti-predator precautions being taken in the village.
  • There are also a number of corpses wearing Tevinter armor/fashions.
  • In what is probably a totally unrelated note (it's definitely related), there are three bunkhouses in the compound. Only one seems to currently be in use for that purpose; the others have been turned into a barn and storehouse.
  • The animated corpses work day and night without rest, overseen by living workers in rotating shifts. Naevius himself spends most of his day repairing damaged members of the undead workforce, re-allocating the division of undead labor, consumed with some weird red lyrium experimentation, or shut up in the outbuilding that serves as his quarters-slash-office (where through a window he can be seen to be feverishly writing).

Once the attack kicks off, it will quickly become apparent that Naevius is as dangerous as he is industrious. To make matters worse, if he isn't taken out of commission quickly, Riftwatch members will soon find themselves facing an army red-lyrium infested undead; if Naevius is successfully killed, the red lyrium will continue to make the spirits possessing the undead aggressive, but they'll be much easier to corral, kill, or weaponize without someone guiding them.
thereneverwas: (grump)

[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-16 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Seems common as mold these days," Barrow scoffs, ashing his cigarette onto the frosty ground, "as if the regular shit weren't dangerous enough." He clasps his fingers together between his knees, smoke drifting up from the cigarette's remnants.

"Don't get too near it. Makes people weird."
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-16 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ellie nods to herself, draws her blanket more firmly around her shoulders, looking out into the night. She chews over the information, thinks on why Barrow chose now to say this, and what must be on his mind, if this is the first question he's asking her.

"What have you seen?"
thereneverwas: (tender)

[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-17 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Not much outside of Riftwatch, truth be told," Barrow murmurs, "but, well. S'pose, with your world and all, you know the feeling: people you knew, whether you liked 'em or not, somewhere out there becoming something else, losing their minds. Eaten up from the inside."
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-17 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"... shit."

It hits her over again, that Barrow was a Templar. He's got a lot of people he doesn't particularly want to see again, and. Well. This is obviously part of why. Ellie gives a slight shiver.

"They can't get better, can they? Once they get corrupted by it?"
thereneverwas: (srsly)

[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-17 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Not so far as I know."

He chuckles darkly, an unusual hardness to his profile. "You don't get to just de-lyrium yourself, even with the normal kind."
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-18 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Barrow's in a rare mood for him. Normally he doesn't get this dark, let on about what's on his mind. It feels significant, faintly foreboding. Ellie rests her forearm across her knee, looks sidelong at him.

"What happens if you try?"
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[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-19 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"You can ask Orlov," he says, with a faint, sympathetic smirk, darting his gaze to Ellie in a fleeting moment of returning warmth. "...it doesn't let up easy. Shakes, sweats, losing your whole mind." He pauses, then adds, "happened a couple times, in the line of duty. Missing a dose or two, it's no joke."
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-19 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Shit, that soon?"

It sounds like a really easy way to incapacitate a whole damn army, actually. Fucking yikes.

"I almost feel bad for the assholes relying on this mine."
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[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-19 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Depends on the person. And other factors, I s'pose." He shrugs one shoulder.

"As for them," he begins to say, and stops himself, heaving a sigh as his head drops forward. He pinches the bridge of his nose.
"They've made their choice," he mumbles, recognizing how much he's repeating himself lately.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-03-26 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
It seems like a sensitive subject to ask about, curious as she is, but Ellie doesn't deign to press.

She gives him a sidelong glance, a slow nod. A little nudge with her elbow.

"I did say almost."
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[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-03-31 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
The clarification merits a little smirk and a glance toward Ellie, whose sass he's really beginning to appreciate.

He nudges her back, amiably.

"Try not to think about it, I guess. Never get anything done otherwise." He could very well be talking to himself in the guise of offering advice.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-01 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah."

Try not to think about it was Joel's MO, basically -- and for years it's been something Ellie was extremely unsuccessful at. Chronic and terminal inability to relax.

But their way forward is clear.

"What we're doing here will help with it at least."
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[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-04-03 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"One hopes," Barrow says, cheered slightly by the conversation, dark though it may be.

"Or we'll all die in a fiery explosion, but that's always a possibility."
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-04 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, there's always that, isn't there?"

Dark and darker. Ellie grins wryly into the night, letting all the breath out of her lungs with a sigh.

"Thanks for talking, Barrow. I should try to sleep."
thereneverwas: (my bad)

[personal profile] thereneverwas 2023-04-05 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, get outta here," he grumbles amiably, "wake me up when it's your turn. I mean-- I'll wake you up." Har har.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-06 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Ass."

Ellie grins, gives him a light, companionable punch in the upper arm before heading back to the tents.