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Open | Building Plot
WHO: The Inquisition
WHAT: Building!
WHEN: 28th of Cloudreach, through the first week of Bloomingtide
WHERE: The river valley below Skyhold
NOTES: See here for details.
WHAT: Building!
WHEN: 28th of Cloudreach, through the first week of Bloomingtide
WHERE: The river valley below Skyhold
NOTES: See here for details.
Welcome to the Great Building Project of 9:42, Dragon! So you've come to help construct some living structures and barracks? Excellent, there are several areas in which everyone's help is needed.
Clearing
The Mage Council themselves have dedicated themselves to clearing out the valley, and flattening it as well, so buildings can be constructed. They'll need all the magical help they can get, honestly, and even that will include people to help clear away the wood to be used for building, as well as the stone and other materials. It will be a lot of heavy lifting, carrying, or being able to drive a cart.
Building
Of course there is the building. Holding up walls, hammer and nails, thatch on the roofs, cutting out awkward window where necessary. Putting together fireplaces and firepits. The deft of hand and light of feet are the ones who can climb the roofs, move around without any problems to haul up sod and other things to plug the holes on the roof to make for a snug small hut, or a long and clean barrack hall.
Healing
And of course, there are accidents. Someone accidentally hammers their own hand, falls off a roof, gets a splinter in their finger. The healers themselves are going to need fresh water and herbs brought in, as well as food brought to keep them going.
Fetching/Carrying
Messages need to be brought back and forth between the builders. Water needs to be brought to the thirsty, as well as food. There are a million little things that need to be done to complete this great endeavor, so feel free to help out whatever little way you feel you can.
Katniss
Katniss is everywhere.
There's not a place you won't see the slender young woman, dark hair pulled back in a braid that is coming out in wisps. Dirt smudges her face and hands, but there's a faint smile on her face and no matter what she's doing, she's humming softly. At her heel is the wolf pup, who trots along beside her faithfully, and stands guard while Katniss is up atop a roof, hammering.
She's carrying water to give to people who are building, as well as food. Lifting bundles of stick and rock out of the way, or walking with a builder, murmuring softly over the plans.
Need to talk to her? Just snag her. She'll be glad to stop and talk to anyone who is helping out here.

Clearing/Building
Break time isn't unwelcome, though if she has has to take one, then it's only fair to ensure that others get a respite as well. She'll go around and make sure that no one's overworking themselves, perhaps gently (or not so gently) shoving in the direction of food and water. Don't follow her recent bad example and be a collapsing moron, please. Katniss' wolf pup (and any other pets in the area) will find that jerky and other tasty treats tend to drop from her regularly. She has no idea how that happens, don't ask her.
Re: Clearing/Building
Is Katniss's dry response from above, as she finishes putting the thatch in place on the house that she is working on. She stands up, her shadow against the sun, as she arches an eyebrow down at her friend. It's not often she gets to be taller than Korrin, and it's a little jarring.
Still.
"He's not going to get treats in the wild, you know."
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Ellana | open
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The Mages are doing a pretty excellent job leveling the ground, but that's just the start. Varric's not a carpenter, not technically, but even he knows enough about this business to know that foundations and the basic structures need to be put up. But, considering that mages can haul trees, he's already figured that guys like him are going to be doing most of the nitty gritty skeletal construction stuff.
"Now I have to ask, does that stuff taste better than it looks?" Varric asked as he moved up with a shovel and a box of tools. The box clattered loudly as he set it down, but nothing fell out of it. With his hand free, he just motions to the lyrium potion she has on hand.
"I think it'd have to, right? Glowing and blue aren't really appealing...flavorwise."
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Christine | open
And off and on during the day, she can be heard warning people to take more care out there.
"Next time, do not go up the ladder without someone holding it. Am I understood? Good. You may go." A sheepish scout hurries out of her tent and she follows, crossing her arms and shaking her head.
Re: Christine | open
"This gentleman decided that he was strong enough to haul an entire stone I pulled out of the field with his own two arms, instead of getting a wheelbarrow. Surprisingly enough, he dropped it on his foot. Would you mind taking a look?"
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Building
Apart from taking orders, he keeps to himself, not even engaging in the banter of other workers. Even if they don't know his reputation in the keep, he is aloof enough that no one is exactly leaping to work alongside him.
Re: Building
So, when he went to lift a bale that was a little too big for one person, she moved to grab the other end. "Here, let me help you."
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Metaari | Open
Being up and being able to move after being laid out like he had been is a release for Metaari. Knowing that there was heavy construction to be done he volunteers for it immediately, looking forward to getting his hands dirty and getting in there to help where he can. The mages can't move everything, after all, not without exhausting themselves in the process, and that's where pure brawn gets to come in.
He's been working hard, carrying wood and larger rocks to where they're needed. Occasionally he helps to hold some things together, or keep a wall up long enough for it to be put into place. Either way, he's doing most of this without his shirt on--physical labor gets hot, after all, and it feels good to get the sun on his skin anyway.
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Kas keeps his shirt on, though.
Metaari lifts something, Kas puts in the wedge or the nail or whatever. Just being helpful. Maybe the teen just feels like getting to know the archer better, too.
"...how the fuck do you lift that without breaking your arms?"
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Re: Metaari | Open
"We got it, go ahead and grab the hammer and nails."
She hopped down, and offered a quick salute to the man. "Thanks. I appreciate it. I'm Katniss, by the by."
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And yet.
He had taken what Merrick and she had. Not completely, but--plenty of it. Enough.
It was hard not to feel resentful. Especially when he was clearly so...really strong, calm, attractive and not a whip-thin neurotic noodle. She watches him for a little bit, and approaches once she sees an opening to help. As Metaari lifts a stack of wood, Beleth walks over. "Be careful," Was her warning, before she darts under the pile, grabbing the stray pieces of wood and rock, tossing them to the side, and then pulling a tarp over, straightening it out. "There. You can put them down."
With that, she stands back up, looking up at him. "Hello, Metaari."
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Who needs shirts right?
He can't lift and carry quite the load as Metaari, but he can certainly help with some of the heavy work, enjoying it really after that illness had passed. Taking a moment to catch his breath he looks over at the qunari, wiping his forearm across his forehead. "Man, they better expect some hungry folks later on."
not these guys!
/flex
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Her forearms wreathed in blue-green glow, Korrin keeps her concentration on the rocks long enough to form them into a semi-neat pile near the builders. Glancing back, she darts a smile at that familiar face. "Metaari, hey. Thanks, it helps not to make multiple trips."
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Re: Metaari | Open
His brother does know how to pick them.
"Need some water?" he asks, because he has some in a bucket in his hands and he's helping out people who are working.
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Varric | Open
Varric was, despite his general grousing about the outdoors, pretty well suited to construction work. He was deft with tools, could understand and explain blueprints easily, and had the upper-body strength and general coordination to both lift and carry heavy things in precarious places.
When he'd started helping in the morning, while the mages were leveling the ground and clearing the landscape, he'd figured a linen shirt and heavy gloves would be enough to hold off the cold. After a couple hours of helping saw the felled trees into usable timber, however, he was almost wishing it was colder out.
"Give me a second," Varric said as he let go of his end of the crosscut saw. He motioned idly at his partner at the other end of the tree, swiped a hand over his forehead, and then began literally rolling up his sleeves.
"This would be infinitely easier with a mill," he said, mostly to himself, as he stared at the magically stacked pile of trees that had yet to be cut apart. He only had a few more hours left in him, but it wasn't like he was doing much of value back in Skyhold.
"Alright, only half the forest left to go," Varric said as he gripped the saw blade again--his partner groaned and, with that, they started shaping timber again.
Building
"Alright, send it up," Varric called down to the person holding the other end of the rope. The pulley creaked as they hoisted and, gradually, a stack of boards and a bucket full of nails came up alongside him.
It was his own fault, really. People who could walk on bare-bones beams high up in the air were, naturally, in short supply. The moment he'd made a comment about scaffolding being largely optional, well, he'd basically volunteered to do all the roof-work on the bigger buildings. So, here he was, standing on a narrow wooden beam, lifting boards over one shoulder and hefting a bucket and hammer in the other.
It was lucky that he was used to dealing with Bianca, carrying around a portable siege weapon was an equivalent workout when it came down to it.
The person holding the rope below him, wincing the pallet of materials up to where he could get them, was good at their work but accidents happen. The rope slipped as he was picking up the bucket and, all of a sudden, the full weight of it was on him. He shifted quickly, caught himself before he fell, but his hammer tumbled out of his grip and dropped to the ground.
"Well, shit." Varric swore as he pulled himself upright. He didn't hear that hit anybody, but he still tried to gingerly lean over the side and check. This was a challenge given how much timber he had balanced on his shoulder. "Everybody okay down there? Anybody want to climb up and give that back?"
Re: Varric | Open
Was the curse from below, both for slipping on some loose stones that caused him to lead with the rope, and then with the pallet crashing down. He dove out of the way, wincing as he hit the ground, but at least nothing was broken. He sighed as he pushed himself up.
"Fine, fine ... sorry about that, lost my footing."
He looked around, trying to find the hammer itself. "Hold on, I'll bring it up to you."
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Clearing
"Perhaps we'll clear room enough for a mill when we're finished with this. I doubt we'll run out of reason to break down lumber." Down to shirtsleeves herself and leathers, hair stuck to her temples and curled damp at the nape of her neck, Adelaide leans against the tree they'd been working on until he gives leave for them to continue.
Clearing
It wasn't true, of course, but given how long they'd been shaping timber, it certainly felt like they were, and Jamie resumed his own grip on the saw with a sigh, shifting slightly so they could tackle the next batch of uncut logs
"You know, it's good we're building this thing, but I have to agree. I daresay a mill'd be plenty useful right about now. Wonder why no-one ever decided to build one here?"
Velanna | Open
Clearing the land is a fairly simple task, for her. She deliberately stands away from other mages working, insisting that their clumsy magic will only slow her down. Earth magic comes just as easily to her as fire and the work she does is quick and even.
When she needs to take a break she sits alone, writing in her notebook or reading. If she needs to eat she'll return to her own camp.
Re: Velanna | Open
She'd seen Velanna, working on her own, and finally decided enough was enough. So, here she was with lunch in a basket, and a cheery smile on her face. "Why hello, fancy meeting you here. I've brought us lunch."
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Fetching/Carrying
"Water? I promise it's curse free."
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Both Cyril and the water are a welcome sight, even if he does give the water a bit of a look as he moves closer. It'll probably be a while before he looks at water around Skyhold the same way.
"You promise?"
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Building/ROOFTOPS | Open
Of course, he doesn't seem inclined to ever take a break, so someone may have to convince him of that eventually...
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