They were horrendously outnumbered. The ambush on the Storm Coast of Venatori forces was going much worse than anticipated. The Inquisitor, Sera, Dorian, Cassandra, and the Dragonborn, were practically back-to-back, fighting off a much higher number of enemies than anticipated on the beach. Inquisition soldiers were somewhere, trying to help fight off the mages and Red Templars. Tanya Shouted a few times, mostly unrelenting force, to toss the enemies through the air and into the sea behind them.
"Tanya," the Inquisitor hissed behind clenched teeth, hitting a Venatori rogue who attempted to backstab her over the head with her staff, "if you have any unique spells up your sleeve, now would be the time to use them!"
The Dragonborn growled, unleashing an explosive fireball on the crowd. "I'm thinking, alright?"
"Think friggin' faster!" Sera snapped, dodging a spell from a mage.
Obviously, conventional spells meant they were going to be fighting this crowd for longer than they would have wanted. The enemy soldiers were far more resilient than they gave them credit for, and the Venatori had no qualms about summoning demons with blood magic. The demons were usually simple ones of Rage, put down by an ice spell by one of the mages, but it added to their numbers.
Tanya tried to think. What unconventional spell could possibly...her eyes widened as she remembered the Hero of Kvatch's journal, kept in the family records. A most unusual spell that she toyed with to make it more...convenient, out of boredom. Their belongings would be relocated...it was risky, and embarrassing, but just might work. The mage bit her lip. "I may have an idea, but you're probably not going to like it!"
"Is it blood magic?" Cassandra yelled, blocking a Red Templar with her shield, then stabbing him with her sword.
"No!" the Dragonborn reassured, cheeks turning red as she seriously began to prepare the spell.
"Then do it!" the Inquisitor shrieked, sweat dropping down her head. "We're outnumbered, so just fucking cast the spell!"
"Alright! Divines, don't yell at me!" Tanya focused, looking around, the last of the demons had been slain. The spell itself was instantaneous and easy enough for a child to perform. Murmuring the spell quickly, her hands glowed with white magic, and she raised them to the sky. She forced all of her power into it, and everyone was left blinded briefly by the spell. Everyone felt much colder, and they could feel the drops of rain all over their bodies. All over.
Tanya prayed that using Stark Reality was not the worst idea she had ever had.
She opened her eyes to immediately wish she had been permanently blinded. Everyone in the area was completely nude, Red Templar, Inquisition, and Venatori alike. The fighting stopped briefly as everyone realized what had happened- and mortified shrieks filled the air. Several of the enemies tried to scramble away, covering their bits, to find a place to hide and put their clothes back on, which had been relocated into their bags. The stunned Inquisition soldiers managed to put down the rest of the shell-shocked enemies, moving faster than them.
As soon as the coast was clear, everyone else was screaming or laughing, trying to find a place to cover themselves. Cassandra had gone beet red, completely mortified, and was desperately pulling through her bag for her clothes. Dorian, similarly, looked through his belongings, albeit much more calmly. He looked as if he was trying not to laugh.
Sera, however, was too busy choking on her own laughter to reach for her clothes. The Inquisitor was silently trying to pretend like no one else existed while she was fumbling for her clothes; her bag had fallen into the water. She found her armor to be thoroughly soaked. Sera tossed a cloth from her bag at her, making the other woman jump in alarm.
"Looking good, Inky!"
"Shut up! Shh! Don't look at me!" the Inquisitor screamed, which only make the rogue laugh harder. Sera turned to Cassandra, cackling.
"So you do have hair in places!"
Cassandra gave the elf a death glare, and then one to Tanya. The Dragonborn sheepishly forced a nervous smile and shrugged. "Well, it did work." she pointed out. Dorian found himself to be dressed first, and covered his eyes politely.
"Fasta vass! Where...how...why do you even know that spell?!" He paused, and coyly smiled. "Also, can you teach it to me?"
"No! No one else needs to know that spell!" Cassandra protested, mortified still as she pulled her breastplate back on. She turned to the Inquisitor, then gasped in alarm and covered her eyes as the Herald was still trying to pull on wet clothes. The Herald slipped and lost her grip on her pants, which slid into the sea and was quickly carried away by waves too strong for any of them to brave.
The Inquisitor realized her misfortune and used Fade Step to dart behind a fallen log, hiding herself from view. Sera whistled as she went by. "Well, look at you! You've got hair in places, too, Dawnly!"
"Shut it!" the Inquisitor yelled from behind the log. "Does...does anyone have a spare set of clothes?"
Cassandra continued averting her gaze and sought for a spare set in her bag. She frowned. "No, I'm afraid I don't..."
"Oh, for pity's sake." Dorian reached into his bag and pulled out another set of mage robes. He looked away from the Inquisitor and approached her, handing over the robes. "They may be a bit large for you, but they'll do until we can get back to camp to get you a change of clothes. Unless the Dragonborn has a pair she wishes to donate?"
Tanya shook her head, finishing pulling on her apprentice robes. "No, not on me. Back at camp..."
The others fussed while Sera snuck up to Tanya, a devious look on her face. "Hey, Tawn? There's this arsebiscuit of a noble in Val Chevin who's throwing a party in a few weeks, and he's been a real arse to his people. I think Red Jenny could use your help..."