Agent of the Crown
First Day of the Third Month 294 AC
Unnamed Cove roughly Twenty Leagues Northeast of Sorcerer's Deep
People could be remarkably stupid when there was money on the line, that was a lesson Ysiilla Royce thought as she looked out at the tiny lights on the shoreline. The anchorage here would have been dangerous to try in daytime. At night it would be 'playing bones with the shoals, and not the kind you roll' as Goodman Daret put it.
All around them the air was alive with the clink of steel muffled by leather and soft soot stained rags, yet it felt almost unbearably quiet. She was glad to hear Kyla's whispered answer, "The moonlight probably helps."
"And the only reason they could count on it is Zathir," the young Royce noted in disgust. Really, counting on the god of art, knowledge, and freedom to get your cargo of poisons, strongwine, and dangerous grimoires ashore. Great way to get smited... smote... whichever.
"Old Lorgis could've been blowing hot air on everything but the strongwine," the older girl reminded her as she raised a thin veil of mist over their position just in case anyone from the shore was looking their way. They weren't carrying torches, but you shouldn't count on night blindness for an ambush if you could help it.
"We have to be sure..." Ysilla was not talking about the fog now. The men and women around them were proper inquisition soldiers, the sort that didn't get sent for a spot of smuggling, but were on call when talk of proscribed texts was in the air, the sorts of men and women whose first job it was to keep the rest of the world from whatever might be in that hold, and not making sure all the smugglers down there made it to see the dawn.
"Alright, this is how we are going in. Cats first, kill or incapacitate anyone who looks like a wizard, then get out of there. Crossbows at the ready, aim for center mass on the first volley, nothing fancy, then we charge in and mop up," the captain in charge began. "Any questions?"
Ysilla cleared her throat a little awkwardly. She may have been 'arcane support' but she was also eight and clearly still a trainee. "Shouldn't we give them a chance to surrender before firing? I mean..." she smiled her voice growing a little stronger. "If these
are just normal smugglers in hot water I imagine the words 'this is the inquisition, lay down your arms and surrender' will have them contemplating their mortality most assiduously."
A few muffled laughs rang out, then a question in a voice she did not recognize "Those are some mighty big words. Are you a noble kid?"
From where he was sitting, the captain must have seen the speaker because he threw a less than pleased look over his shoulder. "She wore a
glamor in the briefing, who or what she is isn't up for chatter."
Ysilla briefly wondered what it would be like if she did proclaim her true name and heritage.
Hello, I am Ysilla Royce and my father might or might not be Lord of a good chunk of the Vale when the king is done with it.
Kyla threw her a dirty look, likely guessing her thoughts, the familiar 'someone stepped on your grave' chill accompanying it. Kyla had the
best magic when it came to little things like that.
The fight itself was almost too easy. Ysilla put one smuggler to sleep and made another fall over himself with a curse of itchiness while Kyla covered another man in spiders. He really did scream
a whole lot, when she had her friend test the spell on her it just felt sort of weird. By that point, most of the men had decided that surrender really was the better part of valor, but then just as she was looking at him, one twitchy fellow decided to make a run for it while screaming something about sorcery and blood.
A sharp twang rang though the air, then another and another, and the man was soon still on the ground with three bolts in his back, a rapidly growing puddle of blood spilling onto the sand... dead.
Ysilla turned her eyes away, swallowing against a dry heave. It really shouldn't be that easy to end a life, that
pointless. She didn't understand how anyone could think killing glorious, even if it needed doing.
She could feel Kyla squeeze her hand briefly, the left one so it wouldn't get in the way of her magic. "I'm here."
"I know, thanks." Sometimes simple words were best.
OOC: I was hopping they would finally get to fight some actual otherworldly enemies, but I got 1 on the d6 for enemy quality which was mundane smugglers so instead I made this more of a character piece. Not yet edited.