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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:
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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.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-02 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ellie snorts aloud in an effort not to laugh, ducking her head forward so she won't. Stab her. She manages not to, but it's a close thing.

"Look, you have to admit it's the funniest possible song I could bring into this right now."
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2023-04-02 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, you're real funny, asshole."

Clarisse shakes her head, but she's grinning, and it's clear in her voice that she finds Ellie's choice in songs hilarious, actually.

"Quit laughing and stitch me. It's cold." Her shirt is off. She has goosebumps.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-02 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"You love it."

Ellie leans forward and drops a light kiss on her shoulder, well above the blood and bruises, and reaches up to undo the clasp that holds her cloak together. It's still a little warm from her body heat, and she drops it into Clarisse's lap with one finger before she gets back to work. Maybe her bedside manner is questionable, but hey, she made her laugh for a moment, and it makes the rest of everything easier to get through.

Silence falls as Ellie gets through most of the stitches, before she finally asks.

"How's Tertia?"

She saw that Clarisse went to go talk to her after that.

And Clarisse knows that Ellie had been the one to steal into camp with Templar backup to kill the man that Tertia once knew.
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2023-04-02 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Clarisse gathers the cloak on her lap, slips it over her arms and chest and holds it there, still warm from Ellie wearing it and smelling like her. It helps, and the two of them go quiet while Ellie works on the stitches.

Then Ellie asks that, and she doesn't know what to say. Has to fight not to tense up or move and fuck up Ellie's stitches. Her fingers curl into the fabric of Ellie's cloak.

"Pissed," is what she settles on, and it sounds bitter.

She gets why Ellie's asking, and why it's probably on her mind more than anyone else's right now. But still.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-02 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ellie notices, and she pauses momentarily with the stitches before starting up again, steady and careful.

"Yeah." Ellie figured, but still. From Clarisse's tone it hadn't gone well, and Ellie can't say that she's surprised by that either. Not because it was Clarisse, but because who wouldn't be pissed?

She's out here risking everything and got shut down hard, over something that she really cared about. A man is dead, and even if it was objectively the best and safest choice for Riftwatch...

"I'm glad you tried." Talking to her, she means. Even if it didn't go great, it still means something that she did. Maybe it'll eventually mean something to Tertia too, even if she isn't willing to let it. Not yet.
Edited 2023-04-02 04:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2023-04-02 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." It's the verbal equivalent of a shrug. "She can be mad. Doesn't bother me any." Obviously! Haha!

There's a long pause, and it seems like Clarisse is done, but then she speaks again:

"So what, she knew that guy before." She's staring down at Ellie's cloak, not even blinking. "He made his choices. Everybody makes choices. It didn't exactly seem like he was regretting his. You had to kill him, Ellie."
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-02 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," Ellie answers, and she does know, but by the tone of her voice, she appreciates it.

"If he wanted to join us instead of the Venatori, he could have. He wouldn't have been the first."

She's thinking of Benedict when she says it, but she's thinking of Tertia too. Obviously she joined Riftwatch instead for a reason.

"One more stitch," Ellie says, and hooks it in. Leans down to bite off the thread with her teeth, so she won't get blood and antiseptic all over her things, and her forehead brushes against Clarisse's back.

Next is an elfroot salve, cooling. Taking a little more of the pain off.
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2023-04-02 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Clarisse nods. She isn't all that familiar with the intricacies of a lot of the way this world functions, but she knows that Ellie is right. They did... maybe not a good thing, but the right thing.

She closes her eyes at the brush of Ellie's forehead against her back and then keeps them shut as she spreads the salve over the wound. It stings, for a few seconds, then fades into a numbing coolness.

With a sigh, Clarisse turns to face Ellie. She keeps the cloak draped over herself, which is kind of ridiculous, considering who she's with, but she wasn't lying about being cold before.

"Thanks." She can't see the stitches, but she knows they're good.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-02 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Once Ellie's got the wound covered, she shifts back to let Clarisse turn, then wipes her hands clean on the edge of her cloak because honestly fuck it, she's not willing to take the time away from her.

She looks over Clarisse, more subdued than she normally is, cuddled up under her cloak, and reaches for a blanket to draw around the both of them. Beneath it, she slides an arm around Clarisse's waist, where it won't hurt so bad, pulls her in closer.

They don't have all the time in the world, but she does want to hold her, at least few a few minutes. It may not have been a huge or scary battle, but it's another one they survived.

"You bet."
Edited (enter key) 2023-04-02 06:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2023-04-02 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Clarisse scoots in close and tucks her forehead into the dip between Ellie's neck and shoulder. Ellie's arm is a warm anchor around her waist, and the blanket does a good job holding their body heat.

Her back hurts, and no potion's going to get rid of that completely, but the pain is distant enough not to distract her from this. She feels like she could go to sleep, if Ellie let her. She gets like this sometimes now, after fighting—drained and tired in a way she never used to feel back home.

"Hey," she whispers after a minute.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-02 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Clarisse feels good there, steady, and slowly Ellie's tension bleeds away. It's comforting for her too. She rubs her thumb against Clarisse's lower back, reaches up to brush a lock of Clarisse's hair behind her ear from where it's escaped her ponytail.

"Hey," she says back, turning her head to put her face in her hair.

Just one more minute.
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2023-04-03 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"You called me babe," Clarisse says, her voice still quiet, and smiles against Ellie's shoulder.

It hadn't quite registered at the time, since she was still a little bit freaked out that she might be bleeding to death. But now... And also, it hasn't escaped her notice that, yeah, Ellie called her "babe" and then Clarisse turned around a couple minutes later and called Ellie both "dick" and "asshole" in very quick succession.

Whoops.
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-03 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ellie has to think a second, because oh shit, she definitely did, and hadn't even noticed it.

"... yeah, I did, didn't I?"

Ellie grins into Clarisse's hair, a laugh welling up because she can feel Clarisse smiling, too. As they both remember what Clarisse called her. Which honestly just makes Ellie want to crack up.

"I'll do it again, too."

Like it's a threat.
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[personal profile] laruetheday 2023-04-03 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good, 'cause... I want you to."

Slightly embarrassed by the admission, but also clearly pleased. Look, she's never been babed before, and it's very exciting.

A few more moments, and then Clarisse lifts her head with a little sigh. "Okay. If we don't go back out soon, everyone's gonna think we're either having sex in here or that I died."
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[personal profile] notathreat 2023-04-04 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I shall keep it in mind," Ellie answers with only a little smugness, since she can see that Clarisse is flustered, but she leans in to kiss her cheek.

Cracks up quietly at the next part.

"If your back weren't fucked up, I'd say I'd hate to make them liars."

But.

Ellie reluctantly eases herself out from under the blanket, pulls back the flap of the tent and blocks it with her body. She asks for an extra tunic, and someone must've offered one, because she comes back in with one in her hands, unfolding it to hand to Clarisse, then get behind her so she can help guide it down without touching the wounds and salve all that much.