The First Blight: Curse of Dumat [RP/Closed]

[ShadowFolk]

Sulahn'nehn was sitting and awaiting the return of the Wardens by the time the archer arrived. She perked up seeing that he had found something a little more useful than what she had.

"You found food and water? Thank goodness! I'm surprised there is anything left at all."

 

[Cinnonym]

"Good. Ulrin, help me with the planks. Sulahn'nehn can craft some sort of crude bedding on the floor, there."

With the elf's help, the Constable found a corner of a building still standing, though the walls had been brought low and crooked, ranging from Thaedrin's shoulder height to the top of Ghil's head. He instructed him to lay the boards diagonally across the gap left by the two walls, providing a low and slanted roof that would at least be preferable to one that would collapse atop them all. Barrels and chests were stacked at one end of the opening, to form some additional enclosure. He would have preferred an Inn, of course, especially one with a clawfoot bathtub, but luxuries such as those would need to wait until they reached their next destination.

Ghil called from somewhere in the distance, grunting; there was the sound of wood against stone, scraping, "There is a boat! It does not have holes like the others!"

 

[FortyThree]

"Far better-Spirits!"

Diocles assisted as best he could with the construction. The shelter would do, unless it rained quite heavily. He was absolutely delighted to hear Ghil's exclamation.

"Excellent! We should celebrate."

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin followed Theadrin's instructions, if only because they needed to survive the night. The food Diocles had brought was reassuring that they would be in better shape tomorrow, though he did not think getting drunk tonight was a wise idea.

"A boat, food, and a half decent roof... I suppose we will make it after all. Though I don't think celebrating too much is a wise idea in our shape."

 

[ShadowFolk]

"Spir- Oh! Well. I suppose beggars can't be choosers."

In all fairness, they all probably did deserve a good drink. It couldn't be all that bad if people made a habit of drinking it. She'd done what she could with their sleeping arrangements. It wouldn't be comfortable at all, but at least they could be fairly warm.

A boat? "Oh, wonderful! We might have more luck than I thought."

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil came to join them, dusting off her hands. It would be a tight squeeze for all of them, but they needn't go to sleep just yet. She sat outside the plank-hut, gesturing to the rice, "How are we to cook that?"

"River water seems... inadvisable. We ought boil it in the alcohol." Focus, and a gesture, and a fire crackled to life in a cradle of wood bordered by stone. Thaedrin flexed his hands over the heat, easing. "Surely a pot or pan must have survived the fire."

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin looked back to the old inn that had collapsed. "I think there's one where I got the materials for out shelter." He made his way back over to the ruined building and scrounged up a pot to make the rice in and a few cracked plates to serve it on.

"This should do."

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles stayed close to the fire, keeping himself warm. He was rather exposed, and now that they had stopped moving he was beginning to feel it.

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin sat down net to the fire and handed the cracked plate ware off to the other elf to hand out. Following Theadrin's suggestion he filled the pot with whiskey and rice and started to boil it. He used his knife to stir it, trying to keep it from burning over the flame. And used his blade to serve it out his comrades as best he could.

"Eat up."

 

[ShadowFolk]

Oh, poor thing.

Sulahn'nehn retrieved one of the blankets from their makeshift bedding and draped it over Diocles' shoulders. "May as well make use of it now. I do not know if it will be much warmer..." She sat herself close to the archer, her shoulder against his wishing to warm the poor man without blatantly wrapping her arms around him.

She took her plate from the male elf. It smelled strongly and tasted about the same as it smelled. Sulahn'nehn winced and wanted to spit the rice back out. But she was so very hungry. Why would anyone drink something that had this flavor? "This...is awful."

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles smiled appreciatively at Sul and Ulrin in turn, taking the blanket and food quietly. Unlike Sul, he dug in hungrily and without hesitation. Perhaps it was a side-effect of his body's regeneration, but he was ravenous.

"Mph. Well, it isn't really consumed for the flavor."

 

[Rosen2012]

The elven rogue sat next to Ghil and handed her a plate. "Beggars don't have the right to choice," he started to eat. Like Sulahn'nehn he thought it tasted awful. But what could they do about. He ate slowly, no matter how hungry he was he couldn't manage to choke down the meal as quickly as Diocles.

"So to where are we sailing the boat?"

 

[ShadowFolk]

She twisted her lips, it wasn't great, but they did need to eat. "I think you'd have to be made to like this for it's flavor." She ate in mouthfuls to get it over with as quickly as she could. When she just could not take any more, she gave the remainder to the archer. "You may have the rest of mine."

 

[FortyThree]

Diocles chuckled at Ulrin as he accepted Sul's plate. He wished she'd eat.. but he wouldn't turn it down.

"Downstream. Kind of the only way to go. 'Beggars don't have a right to choice'."

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin let out a grunt of acknowledgement between mouthfuls at Diocles' words. Though he still wondered if there were any towns or settlements left along the river for them to sail to?

He then turned to Sulahn'nehn looking confused, "You are full? We've hardly eaten today."

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil took the plate from Ulrin with a grunt of appreciation, eating quickly and heartily. She kept close to the elf, since he seemed uncomfortable with the others.

"Komnenos isn't wrong. The Minanter will take us east, to Rialto Bay, assuming the boat can last the journey. We'll go to Antiva City, there is no better place to restock. Armor, weapons, rations..." Thaedrin eyed the archer pointedly, "Clothing."

 

[ShadowFolk]

"No. Not really." she brought her knees to her chest, keeping warm. "It is difficult to eat. But, I think I have had enough. I do appreciate the concern."

Sulahn'nehn had no clue where Antiva was, but a place that was hopefully in tact with everything they needed would be nice.

 

[FortyThree]

"Antiva. Yes, excellent! Big city, everything we need. I certainly would like some clothes, we don't want me going around like this all the time. .. Hm. Are there wardens there, or will you be buying these clothes for me, Thaedrin?"

 

[Cinnonym]

"I believe we've discussed how you are to address me. Regarding the matter, it would behoove the merchant lords to make a donation to the Grey Wardens' cause. The Darkspawn have no coin to spend on their wares, after all." He paused, setting his empty bowl aside and adding a thought, "As the son of a magister, they will not deny me."


Ghil went for a second helping, speaking up, "This Antiva city is big?"

 

[Rosen2012]

He nodded to Sulahn'nehn. The rice was hard to eat, but he imagined traveling starving was harder. "Well, there is more if you change your mind."

Ulrin passed the female barbarian his knife so she would not have to scoop the rice out with her fingers. "A big city with supplies would be nice. I haven't a clue where my second knife went to after that demon..." He shook his head. "I just hope the journey is a safe one. We haven't anything to defend ourselves until we get there."