[OPEN] I live my life in shackles but I'm borderline free

[solutus]

WHO: Fenris and Anyone
WHAT: A starter open log to get stuff going with folks? Bear with me, please!
WHEN: Anytime this month / Justinian
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Feel free to jump in and start some stuff with me? I’m new and I have no idea what’s going on >>;;;
Also: All CR with Fenris is fresh unless you’ve spoken to me (which you can still go do) here. ty!

BATTLEMENTS
Nighttime; late. It’s dark, a few scattered torchlights flicker in the distance, lanterns shine in windows below, but mostly there are stars. Multitudes of them dusting the wide sky. Very few people are up and about at this hour at all, a guardsman making rounds; it isn’t hard to overlook the shadow of an elf stretched out on the parapet, arms folded behind his head, a pair of eyes to catch glinting in the moonlight. Fervanis is rising and Fenris maps its branches, lost enough in thought that approaching footsteps aren’t likely to be heard until they’re very close upon him.

HERALD’S REST (first floor)
Mid-afternoon is a good time to occupy the tavern if one wants to drink but also wants to avoid the boisterous throng of the evening time congregation. Fenris can be found sitting alone at a corner table, a flagon of cheap swill barely touched and getting warm as it sweats onto the table. He has a map and some writing implements out and is working away in his shaky handwriting, the marks he’s making not actual legible language but an odd system of shorthand symbols that only make sense to him. He’s been here a while by the looks of it, blinking with eyestrain and possibly not opposed to a break and a fresh beverage.

VAULT LIBRARY
Fernis’ favorite place he’d found in Skyhold. He’s been spending a lot of time down here. Dank, mouldering, isolated, and ‘homey’, if you asked him. Could use a few corpses, but he took what he could get. Today he’s sitting in the floor on the dusty rug, mindless of the cobwebs, armor shed and scattered around him while he cleans it meticulously, wiping the dried brown blood out of the crevices and buffing the metal with oil until it reflects the eerie light of the room. He looks different without his spiky armor but no less recognizable, lyrium tattoos exposed and hoary bangs falling into his face as he works.

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[Something random? Feel free to start a thread or PM/Plurk me for something custom, okies? <3]

Comments

[solutus]

He shrugs. He's well familiar with the somewhat misplaced desire to take down everything in his path he can project his hurt upon and can't say that in Araceli's place he'd not do the same thing. Even if Korrin had killed the demon it wouldn't have necessarily quelled Araceli's want to go after the rest, he thinks. Fenris knows what it is to feel helpless when someone you care about was is peril, too, and he wishes he had the words to express this, but he doesn't. "She seems very capable," he says instead.

[gatheringstorm]

"Join us on a mission sometime, and you can see for yourself. It'd be an interesting change of pace from drinks and Wicked Grace, not that those ever get old." But still, there's something to be said for the rush of battle bonding people together, and Korrin knows Fenris will be quite a sight regardless. Hopefully she can give a good show in return.