A mass of flesh crawling over the entire landscape like a river of slugs.

[dwarfing]

WHO: Shale, NPC guards, you!
WHAT: Shale arrives, drags Shyhold's outer guard with them along the bridge.
WHEN: Today, nighttime
WHERE: Skyhold Gates/Courtyard
NOTES: Most likely threats of violence.

Skyhold Bridge

There's nothing as wonderful as a bit of late night chaos, is there?

The sun had just set behind the many mountain tops near Skyhold when calamity breaks out on the bridge heading from the cliff path towards the fortress. There's yelling and protests echoing over the gorge, accented with a bit of dispassionate grumbling. The night guards from the other side of the bridge are hollering, torches waving around over the bridge as they try to stop someone in the dark from crossing over.

Someone really big, and covered in glowing crystals.

Shale is dragging three guards behind as the struggling men try to stop them from proceeding, the golem mostly uncaring for the flailing of soldiers and torches in their face - all while stubbornly moving forward. There are calls for the gates to be closed and other calls for backup (and the Maker), but thankfully no cries of pain or people falling to their death.

...not that Shale didn't want to throw some of them off the bridge, but that probably wouldn't make a good impression of them as an ally. Still, the one with the greasy hair that was trying to chip them with a dagger was awfully tempting to toss off, just to listen how long it would take for him to reach the bottom.

Courtyard

Hello. There's a golem in Skyhold. They're not impressed, and would like to file a complaint about your hospitality.

Comments

courtyard;

[arcaneadvisor]

When there's a commotion in Skyhold, the best thing to do is actually make sure you're present yourself to get the story before it develops arms and legs, so Morrigan is quick to follow after the soldiers though she hangs back as soon as she realises what's going on. Perhaps best to intervene before anyone gets turned into a fine red mist. If Templars had come running? Well she might have waited for a time.

"Of all I thought I would see here, you were one of the last," she greets, ten years not having changed how the smug set of her smile. "Do you wish to go direct to the rookery by any chance?"

[dwarfing]

Ugh. Her.

Shale shouldn't be surprised, though. Magic, demons and mayhem, the world at risk? Morrigan was honestly less unexpected to find here than Zevran. It was a good thing she intervened, though, because Shale was itching to just crush one of these people. At least a little bit.

Turning to face Morrigan, Shale frowned and clutched their hands into fists. "The swamp witch assumes much. I will not go near a place filled with birds!" Ew. Ew. The golem would do their bird murdering on their own turf, thank you.

[arcaneadvisor]

Where there are wars, there are always assassins even if Zevran is no longer affiliated with the Crows these days. At least this time he isn't crawling out of a pool of his own blood to pledge his service.

"Still the same name." Not that she's surprised exactly, and it's not as if she's shied from confirming that yes, she's the Morrigan but swamp witch still throws her back to the past. "Leliana is in charge of the rookery, you might find you have little choice, though they do fly in and out at all hours, why I have even seen bread up in the battlements to entice more of them."

So plenty of birds Shale. More birds than can be squashed in a single lifetime.

"I am curious as to what brings you to this place, I heard a tale or two of the years after but one can never be sure with tales."

[dwarfing]

In all honesty it was 50-50 with 'swamp mother', Morrigan. Be happy.

Shale looks as if they would like to throw up if it was possible for a golem to do so, and they tighten their hands into fists as the stone creak with tension. Glaring up at the tower, they wonder just how high they could throw a bit of this debris. "The sister is a traitor! I will have words with her."

...there are going to be so many dead crows before they learn to stay the fuck away from the angry statue.

Muttering something about birds under their breath, Shale looks at Morrigan again. "The sky opened. I wish to kill the one that did it." It was as simple as that. "It took me a while, but I'm here."

[arcaneadvisor]

It almost makes her laugh and regret that she didn't bring Kieran here to witness, though Shale's temper around children, well, perhaps later. With enough distance between them both knowing just what her son might say that wouldn't be taken so kindly.

"I am curious as to how she can be called a traitor for doing her job, have you not squashed enough of them since regaining use of your limbs? Rumour might spread that you are afraid of them, Skyhold is such a fan of gossip."

Very tempting to fly past one day. Just to encourage the other birds that will surely follow. Somewhere rather public too. For now, she turns back to the matter at hand and well, they could do far worse than having a golem in the battles to come. "A magister who seeks to make himself a god, with something not unlike an archdemon at his side." Because this is Thedas and the past loves to repeat itself again and again. "I did wonder where you might have gone in the years since."