[closed] mission: Hot Springs Episode!!

[illusionistic]

who: Aeacinos and whoever signed up here~
what: completing the hotsprings episode.
when: April 17th-19th
where: Beyond the wall!
warnings: Probably violence.



[ After sending out a mission transmission for whoever wants to help clean up the abandoned and overgrown hotsprings, Aeacinos will wait outside the wall for whoever decided to show up. He has a lot of food and supplies in hefty sized bags at his side so that there's enough for a few days worth of traveling. ]

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[stumbledfromtheashes]

The sound of trouble draws Iona’s attention, and she half-spins to catch sight of one of her questmates in quite a LOT of trouble. “Fen’Harel’s fucking asshole,” she spits, driving one of her daggers into the leg of the first spider harrying her, pinning it in place so she can deal with it in a second. She flings her second into the hide of the poisonous one and it shrieks in pain at the impact.

With the two immediate threats to her dealt with for the moment she’s turning on her heel and dashing towards the trouble, drawing a third blade as she runs. She doesn’t have much in the way of a plan beyond keeping a teammate safe. Dorian was probably going to kill her (Cullen too, maybe), but she can deal with that later.

He’s on his ass and the bloody spider is charging at him and there’s no time, so she goes with the course of action that makes the most sense and guarantees his safety. She leaps over his prone form and takes the brunt of the charge, deflecting the spider from its chosen target.

The spider barrels into her and she lets out a muffled grunt as it drives her off balance; she hits the ground with a hiss of pain, the spider on top of her hissing and shrieking. “If I never fight another one of you it will be too bloody soon,” she retorts, voice tight with effort as she works to keep the spider at arm’s length and get leverage enough to hit it somewhere vital.

She drives it up into the thing’s underbelly and it shrieks in pain. Pulling back, she stabs it a second time, twisting the blade before wrenching it hard to the side all but eviscerating it; there’s another agonised shriek as it weakly scurries off of her in its death throes.

“I hate those things,” she mutters, making no attempt yet to actually MOVE from where she lays on the ground.

[tevinteraltus]

It was the scuttling, not long after Iona and one of their merry band ran off into the the damned corridor's ahead that caught his attention. In all his 30 years before heading to Ferelden, he'd never encountered one over-sized spider. Now, after their countless escapades, explorations, and narrow escapes, he was practically a veteran of the mutant vermin wars. That was most certainly chitin on stone.

Damn. Dorian could move at a quick pace when he needed to, though, and he was to them in seconds, only, in that time, Iona had already felled three of the beasts, though by the scratching sounds along the adjoining corridors, the victory was temporary. Olive eyes, sharp with adrenaline at this point, scanned the room, noted Iona's location (prone, not good) and the other one, Aoba he believed, also crouched on the floor (also not good).

"You couldn't have waited, could you?"

He was, of course, addressing his surrogate sister as he raised a hand above head as he centered himself in the room, assuring the shield would hit them all. A dome of green energy erupted from his hand, encircling them all and then shattering an instant later, raining down upon each of them. Where it hit was warm, like a comforting embrace, before it dissipated. Then he looked to Aoba.

"You should right yourself, if you're fit to. More are coming, I suspect from the skittering. The shield should keep their sharpest bits from getting to you, but you'd be wise to avoid the poison." And to Iona. "No rest for the wicked as they say."