The last couple of days have not gone well. We are stumbling around in the dark trying to piece together Bann Morten’s plot and what if anything it has to do with Orlais. Eli and Aitor have done good work, despite some slight setbacks. My own efforts through a combination of cunning and luck did manage to get us a contact with the Orlesians and convinced me that the head of the garrison didn’t know much about Morten’s plots either. I may be overthinking it but I assume the leader of your armed force is someone you want in the loop.
The group is near turning on each other at times. We are not a natural gathering of folk, Dalish and City Elves, a Avvar, myself and a Tal Vashoth are enough to make one suspect that they have had to much beer when we are all seen together. Usually our variety of outlook is a strength and a treasure. Other times… Maasad is going to kill Eli someday, I just know it. I put an end to the argument, but Aitor went out by himself. That’s when things went south on me.
We ran into a Orlesian woman wandering the alienage at night, alone. No one does that! Hell, they only put up with me because I work for the Bann. It’s nothing personal but generations of abuse don’t go away overnight. They all love King Alistair though. We had met before, she and a Orlesian man had been lost in the alienage the day before and we have gotten involved since a group of guards were hassling them. Note: Eli is not to talk to strangers… Even Elvish ones.
She claimed that her husband was lost and she was looking for him. I didn’t buy that but I suspected she was combat capable and didn’t want a brawl on the street. So I played helpful guardsmen to the hilt. You know the guard who’s oh so concerned about your safety and will do anything for you… Expect leave! Well I started dragging her to the Banns hold, I figured in a small room surrouned by troops, Maasad, Maim, Maasad, myself and Maasad she would be less likely to start a brawl. I found quickly she was wearing leather armor under her clothes, uncomfortable. She also was quite determined to ditch me, starting a hell of a dance.
That’s when Aitor showed up with bad news, Armed Orlesians were coming to visit! And I hadn’t even time to put out the good plates and knives. I split up the group to spread the word and that was my first mistake. The damned women then told me there was a hit on the Bann’s Uncle. Can’t let that shit fly on my watch (or off my watch for that matter), so I had to rally up enough of the group to explain the change in the situation and resend them. I told Maasad to take her to the bannhold and she protested. Like I was going to trust her, she was evidence! She then claimed to be Ser Girgard and took off after me, Maasad in pursuit. I didn’t have time though I had to get to Cyrion (the Uncle first). Well the rest of the group saw me running and in grand tradition decided to chase me, I also managed to get a squad or two of the guards with us. Yay me.
Girgard slowed us down again with her arguing with us. Is this an Orleisan thing or something? I left Martaine and Maasad to watch her (I should trust the women who had been lying to me all night?) and took everyone else in tow. That was my next mistake, I left both my heavy hitters behind when going right into a fight. The narrow streets of the Aleinage didn’t help, creating a bottleneck preventing us from getting into the house. Aitor made some grand displays of magic that resulted in him being the prime target, he went down fast. Main was ganged up on! I caused me to leap into melee combat, I couldn’t leave Maim behind. Eli was there with me and that elf is a scary thing with his blades, he shredded through his enemies. I screamed my head off for Martaine and Maasad and they came running. A quick note, I fought with those two in the blight. Martaine is death on wheels when he gets started, but Maasad is scarier then most darkspawn in a fight and he knows it.
Lindel managed to get Aitor back on his feet, but it was close I think. I took Aitor, a freshly wounded Maim (oh they paid for that!) and Martaine into the house, we got there in time to see them dragging poor Cyrion away. Eli came in and the face off started. I’m still cursing, if little miss “Ser” Girgard hadn’t tried to play cloak and dagger on my watch and come clean we could have handled this much faster and easier. Twice Damned Woman!
Notes for myself: I split the party up to quickly, I should be less willing to do that. Never leave both Maasad and Martaine behind when going into a fight, they’re my best killers. Last note, I prefer Orlesians when they’re drunk I think.