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The foe was now only targeting the tent, with two more flaming arrows, whilst Brightwood took another throwing axe. ((roll a D6 to put the fire out, success on 1-4))


"Unarm the traps! Get the tents undone, scatter the ashes of our campfire! We're leaving, a red flare that is near us in this place will give our position away to any Darkspawn!" shouted Elyndar to the both of them.
"I'm going to warn the others, get everything moved two miles south. There should be a pond, we'll meet there. If I'm not back tomorrow, go back to Ironholt." he continued, nearly out of breath at the end of his sentence. He went to his tent, took a strange looking crossbow, half a dozen acid flasks, and his sword and dagger, then left in the direction of the flare and of Buki and Brightwood.

I rush for the tent to deflect the arrows while still attempting to put out the fire.

Buki manages to put the fire out, however the shield is weakened by the enemy's shots. In the meantime, Brightwood has sent his own axe at the figure. Not being able to see it well, he aimed a bit randomly for what seemed like a bow, and managed to break it and wound its owner in the chest, making it fall on the ground.

I smile as the smell of blood hits my nose and like a flash of light I dash swords in hand right for the attacker.

((roll a D100 for attack damage, with a bonus of +10 because the foe's wounded)) As you approach you recognize the opponent is an elf, with Dalish armor and dagger. He doesn't look like he's about to surrender even with his wound, and he prepares to parry your attack.

As I charge I open my eye to see his Dalish armor and that only brings back dark memories which cause me to enter a controlled frenzy mode. I slice vertically with my right sword then horizontally with my left.

((oof! You took 29 damage Buki, 71 health left.))
He parries the blow and counterattacks by slashing at her legs with his dagger. He tries to get up, but didn't see Brightwood who's charging with his battle axe.

I drop to a knee before attempting to heal the wound only to sputter out enough magic to stop the bleeding. I then link the blade into a staff sword and performing a spinning attack.

As the elf sees Brightwood running at him weapon in hand, he turns and prepares to fight him, not expecting Buki's attack to be that fast. The blade pierces his armor and the axe attack finishes him.
Brightwood seems quite satisfied by the fight. "That'll teach those dirty Dalish to mess with the Imperium. No need to bury him, he surely is a faithless barbarian." He prepares to fight again as footsteps can be, but the elf who arrives is just Elyndar. Totally out of breath, the captain says:
"Quick!... Flare... Leave !...", before seeing the corpse. He seems disappointed, and tells them : "This whole mess... for a Dalish? Did he throw the flare to get reinforcements?"

“No I did” hissed Buki before turning to face Brightwood and with the edge of her blade against his throat and added, “You do realize I was a dalish elf and though they cast me out for being, well different. But they are still my people.”

“You trash them again and I’ll gut you as for this one I’ll give him a quick burial by fire while you check the tent for something of value seeing as he was pretty set on burning it.”

I then lower my blade and separated them from each mother before shearing them. I then bow my head and send up a short prayer before using what little magic I had left to create a spark to light the body on fire.

Elyndar didn't say anything as she menaced Brightwood, even slightly smiled.
"They're still your people? Remind me, what army pays you, and what empire protects the entirety of Thedas from darkspawn? That's right, not the Dalish, but the Imperium!" answered Brightwood. "And if you want a duel tell me anytime! Except of course if they don't have such customs in the Da..."
"Enough! You'll settle whatever you want once we're back to town, and now that the whole forest knows our position we must move fast. Brightwood, you have thirty seconds to check the tent."
Elyndar took a look at the dead elf before Buki set it on fire. "Normally we have to bury him in the earth I think - you know, the back to nature thing - but given the circumstances, that will have to do."

“Ash becomes soil and thus he’ll return to nature this way I don’t have to dig a hole and the darkspawn don’t get a meal.” I sigh and once the body was burning I limp over to the tent to help search.

“I suppose I have a few less potent poisons to use,” He rummaged through his pack, taking out a few more vials of various elixirs and potions, “I’ve never really been the greatest at forming the original recipes, but coming from Black Marsh (Blackmarsh, in Dragon Age, I might add..), I’ve been able to make my own concoctions; some are subtle, others more immediate. But for all of them, a 100% death guarantee. So, what suits your fancy?”

"The one that makes me go 2 miles south in a second - you've heard Elyndar, let's get going." answers Hayward as he quickly unmakes his tent and prepares to leave.

"Well, I suppose it'll do."
The tent contains a sealed letter, a strange cataplasm, few arrows and a small, wooden statue of a huntress, apparently Andruil.

I take everything except the arrow and before lighting the tent back on fire.

You don't have the time to open the letter for now as the rest of the team is hurrying towards the new camp. They seem stressed and don't talk much until you reach the camp.

I put everything in my bag before following as silent as possible. Once in the new camp I flirtatiously ask, “Who wishes to help me “pitch a tent”? I make sure to add an emphasis on the pitching a tent part.

The team doesn't seem in the mood - Brightwood is wounded and Hayward tends to his wounds with a cataplasm, whilst Elyndar ignores the remark and examinates a map of his, and begins writing a message.
((Everyone does a perception roll with a D20))

“Fine I’ll just take care of my self.”