[ The giant, finally, lies dead. Their party regathers and continues. Another giant, infected, already lays dead further along. Varric mutters something incredulous beneath his breath about monsters.
Sera climbs a broken section of wall, and peeks over top. She motions frantically to the party to halt, and drops back down. "There's another group of baddies up there. There's two of the big mean ones, with the red lyrium everywhere. But look, there's two ways to get up to them. If we go around, we can take 'em by surprise, yeah?"
Horrors, then.
Lasulahn fishes in a small pack beneath his cloak, and uncorks a vial of the blue liquid he had giving Wrathion the night before. He looks tired, and the Anchor on his hand pulses for the use of strong magics. The way he holds it just so suggests that it pains him, but he makes no complaint. ]
We'll go around, then. Sera, did you see any other Templars on the route there? [ The archer shakes her head. Lasulahn nods his understanding. Vivienne interjects. "Inquisitor, if I may." Another nod as he turns to the Enchantress. She suggests a storm of magic to catch the horrors off guard, and Lasulahn is inclined to agree with her. If they catch them off-guard, none of the melee-range companions will be in the way of friendly fire.
So they divert down a side path, and it is strangely devoid of Templars, just as Sera had said. Where were they all?
At the top of the set of stairs, the group of Red Templars awaits, unaware. One turns, spots the party - but it is too late. Thunder rumbles from Vivienne, fire from Dorian and the Inquisitor, and the screams echo across the battlements. ]
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Sera climbs a broken section of wall, and peeks over top. She motions frantically to the party to halt, and drops back down. "There's another group of baddies up there. There's two of the big mean ones, with the red lyrium everywhere. But look, there's two ways to get up to them. If we go around, we can take 'em by surprise, yeah?"
Horrors, then.
Lasulahn fishes in a small pack beneath his cloak, and uncorks a vial of the blue liquid he had giving Wrathion the night before. He looks tired, and the Anchor on his hand pulses for the use of strong magics. The way he holds it just so suggests that it pains him, but he makes no complaint. ]
We'll go around, then. Sera, did you see any other Templars on the route there? [ The archer shakes her head. Lasulahn nods his understanding. Vivienne interjects. "Inquisitor, if I may." Another nod as he turns to the Enchantress. She suggests a storm of magic to catch the horrors off guard, and Lasulahn is inclined to agree with her. If they catch them off-guard, none of the melee-range companions will be in the way of friendly fire.
So they divert down a side path, and it is strangely devoid of Templars, just as Sera had said. Where were they all?
At the top of the set of stairs, the group of Red Templars awaits, unaware. One turns, spots the party - but it is too late. Thunder rumbles from Vivienne, fire from Dorian and the Inquisitor, and the screams echo across the battlements. ]