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[goodforsaken]

WHO: Lex Luthor, Gwenaëlle Vauquelin, Anders, U if you like??
WHAT: Crafting materials for fun, profit and presumably destruction, small people being gross
WHEN: Endish of Kingsway, backdated to before some assholes go for a walk.
WHERE: The ramparts, the Undercroft, a place of your choosing possibly
NOTES: warnings for small people being gross. I am not writing any open prompts but if you drum something up and toss it in that is A-OK

A. is for Anders:

Blaming the fact that Lex has not been the most visible person alive this month on the fact that he rarely leaves the Undercroft, he is, today ...uh, in the Undercroft. Probably he has become a staple there by sheer force of will. By now he knows where everything is - or was, before he wrangled it in all different directions to his liking - and may or may not have established himself as competent depending on how willing a person is to handwave that sort of thing. Because just writing 'Lex is in the undercroft!! Like he nearly always is!!' is going to get swiftly really boring as a prompt, today not only is Lex in the Undercroft, but a thing has happened that surely must have happened in game, don't tell me it hasn't, and that is: that huge open wall, plus mountains, means there is snow all over the place.

Lex is dealing with this pragmatically, and by that we mean he is using it to cool iron. So this is definitely a good time for anyone to give him like literally anything else to do. Literally. Anything.

B. ....is not the letter Gwen starts with, shit

There is a grotesque on the ramparts.

Or possibly there are several of them, actually; we haven't taken advantage of the fact that there is no fall damage in Skyhold recently enough to check. Either way the fortress seems like the kind of place that should have freaky little creatures clinging to its corners, curled up into themselves and staring out into the cold, clear night, and thus, it does.  The fact that said freaky little creature is not, ostensibly, made of stone and is in fact Lex Luthor changes nothing.

Then again okay, probably actual grotesques don't amuse themselves with tossing small pieces of loose rock at completely arbitrary targets of their own design below (none of these are landing on people, it's fine), because like, that would be the equivalent of a person tossing pieces of flesh and that is.  Hideous.  We're sorry we thought of it.

The point is Lex has chosen to perch on the edge of the closest uh, rampart (do ramparts even have a singular form) next to one of the little busted towers that litter the top of the fortress, where it is quiet and there is almost no chance of anyone breaking into a drinking song.

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[justice_is_blond]

His mild expression turns into a smile at the answer, and Anders lifts his new staff.

"It may be a project you'll warm to," he says. Resist a pun? Him? Never. "I'm used to carrying a staff with a blade, but this one is lacking. I was thinking of sawing a foot of the wood off and getting a blade attacked, but I've no experience attaching blades, let alone making one."

And it has to be tricky to balance blades on staves. Or so he thinks.

[goodforsaken]

"Ooh," says Lex, who appreciates puns to a ridiculous degree, because he is a ridiculous person, "I have chills just thinking about it."

How long can this go on--anyway. He examines the staff critically, then Anders. "If you cut that much off you'll make it too short for your height. Or so it looks from here. Is there any reason you couldn't have a blade added as is?"

[justice_is_blond]

"I don't want the staff to be too tall for me, but I'm still a novice in the field of working on staves."

Puns and no judgement? He'll most gladly take this. "If it doesn't need to be trimmed, then let's not trim it. All I know is that I want a blade." Magic doesn't solve everything, as much as he wishes it would.

[goodforsaken]

Lex makes like, exactly the face in his icon. "Well. I wouldn't call myself an expert, per se, but I can avoid too many misfires."

... this is escalating quickly. Anyway. He also doesn't really make judgements in his line of work (...because he assumes everyone can't help knowing less than he does) unless he gives good counsel and it's ignored, for idiotic reasons such as not wanting to ~look silly~. So so far this is going swimmingly.

"What kind?" ...er. "Would you be more ah, stabbing or slashing, I suppose."

As a starting point.

[justice_is_blond]

He's about to joke about wanting a pointy sort of blade when Lex clarifies. Anders makes a gesture as if swinging the staff around.

"Slashing. I didn't know there was a difference; I thought pointy things did pointy jobs. It's a good thing I found that out before I got burned."

A lot of things escalate around him. At least no one's going to get hurt with this. Unless Adelaide is listening, in which case she probably has a budding headache right about now.

[goodforsaken]

"Hmm, yes. Anyone with an discerning eye would have frozen you right out."

Preemptive apologies to the state of Adelaide's skull. But meanwhile--"What kind of materials can I use?" Lex inquires in like, some seriousness. Obviously a silverite blade is going to be more impressive and last longer than, say, an iron one, as a for instance. But Lex needs to know the game appropriate tier level expense involved.

[justice_is_blond]

"Instead of being thawtful, I agree."

He flashes a smile at Lex before leaning forward. "Something that's sturdy but not too expensive. My pay isn't exactly high. Maybe I can get something better for it later, but right now I simply need a blade on it."

With his luck, as soon as he doesn't have a blade he'll need it.