live from minrathous

[ebeje]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Max
RECIPIENT: Everybody
WHAT: Max has some vital information about the Inquisition members who were taken captive by the Venatori
WHEN: A few days after everybody else got out of Minrathous, waves hands about timelines
WHERE: Minrathous
NOTES: This is gonna be a free-for-all, please threadjack at will. Max won't be able to respond for long, but feel free to use this post for IC brainstorming too!

[ Since Minrathous fell, Max has remained safe only because she has remained secret, holed away in a Tevene cellar with too much wine she can't drink and a sending crystal she dares not use, at least not when her rescuer is within earshot. Her gratitude extends only so far toward trust. She listens when she can, she'd spoken to John if only to tether herself to something solid again, but she hasn't let her voice across the crystal network -- until now. ]

Are all of the sending crystals accounted for?

[ She sounds a tad stressed. It's possible they won't know. Or can't know. She doesn't have time for either of those answers. ]

To the best of our knowledge -- have the crystals belonging to those who did not escape the city been destroyed?

I have news from the north. [ The important sort. The sort that will be made useless or worse, should the wrong ears overhear it. ] There is not much time.

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[ebeje]

[ No one is coming for her.

That's what he's saying, she thinks, and it's such a foolish thought to let drop in her gut, because no one ever comes galloping to her rescue — no one but Anne, who has probably sunk to the bottom of the sea by now because of what Max did, who even if she were still alive would not come for Max now, and Max would not blame her. No one saves her, and that she imagined for a second anyone might (that John, who she betrayed, who owes her nothing, might find her a way out—) is so painfully naive, she almost laughs at herself. At this fear she'd nearly forgotten the taste of. ]

Then I will find my own way from the city. [ No one saves her; she saves herself. ] The Inquisition are not the only allies I can make.

[hornswoggle]

I know.

[ He doesn't doubt her capability. He doesn't doubt that Max could eventually spin the right kind of lies to get herself out of this situation, but he fears she won't find purchase quickly enough.

And they are painfully out of their element. John's considerable gifts cannot stretch far enough to combat the unrest Max is in the center of, even if he were willing to divulge them. ]

If I can think of something, I will. That's the best I can do.