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The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

Started by Helene Dakesh, Dec 02, 2017, 05:38 pm

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Tethras Clan

Dog gives the door a look, then sighs but nods. Hunching down, he commando crawls through. ~Fucking 'el that's a big dog...~ Varric mutters.
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Carver Amell

Glad I was the one who ended up in that hole. He'd never have gotten out. A pause. I really hope Hunter's not trapped in another bubble somewhere. "Good boy," says Carver aloud, following out the door and up the stairwell. Ah, looks like they're underneath one of the other churches nearby -- Uryll, given the holy symbols on the walls in the stairwell. Several blocks away from the old temple to Mileen, at least, but close enough that it's no wonder the necromantic energy was stronger here. 

Tethras Clan

~Worst to worst, we can scavenge out a scroll of dimension door.  Temple of Teris might even have some. Might need to take over again, but I should be able to still make it work and vorp everyone out.~
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Carver Amell

If we can find him. Carver sighs. Later tonight, if we haven't found him, can we stop by my place? See if he went home?

Tethras Clan

~Sure. Worst case, we can have Helene scry for him,~ Varric reminds Carver. ~I'm sure you have some of his fur at your place, so that'd make locking the spell on him a snap.~
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Carver Amell

Yeah, that's fair. Mangy mutt sheds everywhere. he thinks fondly. If not, I know I have some boots he likes to chew on. Damaged 'em so bad, I just gave them to him.

Tethras Clan

~Hair, a personal possession that's long-term... hells, you have a picture of him- or if the Seeker does, they seem to like to sketch- and that's pretty much the trifecta of scrying aids. They'd be able to scry half-way around Aldis with that. Underground wouldn't make that spell so much as blink.~

Dog glances back at the strange two-man to make sure he's still okay, then continues scouting a head a few dozen paces.
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Carver Amell

By the time they leave the temple, Carver's feeling almost back to normal again. Which is good, because they're ambushed by ghouls after they leave, but they make quick work of them. Alright. Back toward the Mileen temple? See if we can find the others?

Tethras Clan

~Best bet is Dog's nose. We don't have anything of the others so... hells, he's probably as smart as most people, so just ask him to find the others, then follow. I'm sure he'll figure out the best way to track the group down,~ Varric suggests.
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Carver Amell

"Hey, uh, Dog," he says awkwardly. "Can you find your mistress with that nose of yours? Or any of the others, really?"

Tethras Clan

Dog gives him a blank faced look. Seriously Carver? Yes, yes, I can. Of course I can. I'm Dog. Is what I do With a huff, he turns back to where he was going, padding along silently.

~...wow. Never gotten a 'don't teach your grandmother to smelt ore' look from a dog before. Guess we deserved it but wow.~
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Carver Amell

Look, big guy, Hunter's supposed to be super intelligent too, and he pisses on my doorstep every time I come home because he forgets how to control his bladder out of sheer excitement, so cut me some slack here.  grumbles Carver, as he follows. 

Up head, there's a commotion on the street: 3 or 4 empty suits of armor crowd around something, and that something is whimpering. 

Tethras Clan

Dog doesn't make a sound, but he does suddenly burst into greater speed. Seconds before impact, he lets out a deep, rumbling snarl just as his two thousand pounds of muscle, fur and bone slam into a suit of armour.

~Whelp, so we're doin' this.~
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

Carver Amell

Carver, upon catching a glimpse of the mabari they'd bound and were struggling to drag off, fights like the devil himself has possessing him. When all's said and done, however, as he kneels to untie the mutt, he pauses briefly. That's not Hunter, he thinks as his fingers go back into motion. "Good boy, it's okay, I'll have you free in a moment. Good-- girl," he amends, as she wriggles enough for him to see her underside. 

Tethras Clan

~Is- what are the odds... That's Beka, Aveline's mabari,~ Varric says, slightly stunned. ~What is she... fuck, they must- the lich must be trying to collect more than just Zevran to complete 'the Hawke collection.'~

Beka is.. tense and a bit roughed up, but seems appreciative to being rescued and freed. Once so freed, she gives Carver a sniff. Then several more, rather rapidly.
<e> Honesty. Openness. Trust. <dw>Stabbed in the gut! With a sword!  

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