OPEN LOG: Establishing a Base in Kirkwall

[faderifting]

WHO: Many People
WHAT: Cleaning up Kirkwall
WHEN: Cloudreach 1-21
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: This log post is for characters who go early to Kirkwall to assist in preparing it for the rest of those assigned there. We strongly encourage IC discussion of things left to character discretion—someone should definitely do a crystal post to discuss what to do with the personal belongings left behind in the Gallows or what new form the statues should take!

Kirkwall once lived on the edge of the Tevinter Imperium and was home to nearly a million slaves. Stolen from elven lands or shipped from across the sea, all slaves fed the Imperium's unquenchable thirst for expansion. They worked in massive quarries and sweltering foundries that produced stone and steel for the Empire.

The city's complicated past is not easy to forget, history having earmarked many corners of the stone city. A ship approaching the harbor spots the city's namesake: an imposing black wall. It is visible for miles, and carved into the cliff side are a pantheon of vile guardians representing the Old Gods. Over the years, the Chantry has effaced many of these profane sentinels, but it will take many more years to erase them all.

Also carved into the cliff is a channel that permits ships into the city's interior. Flanking the channel are two massive bronze statues—the Twins of Kirkwall. The statues have a practical use. Kirkwall sits next to the narrowest point of the Waking Sea, and a massive chain net can be erected between the statues and the lighthouse, closing off the only narrow navigable lane. This stranglehold on sea traffic is jealously guarded by the ever-changing rulers of the city as the net trolls taxes, tolls, and extortions in from the sea.

—From In Pursuit of Knowledge: The Travels of a Chantry Scholar, by Brother Genitivi

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Establishing a presence in Kirkwall is a delicate matter. First, there's Provisional Viscount Bran Cavin—a man so used to batting back friendly offers of entirely harmless occupation of the battered city-state that his first three responses to the Inquisition's leadership appeared to be slightly personalized form letters. Proving that the Inquisition is here to work and not to conquer will be a process. The first step in that process is the second reason the move is delicate: the only building the Provisional Viscount is willing to part with is the Gallows, left quarantined and unoccupied since Knight-Commander Meredith Stannard's famous crystallization into red lyrium in the courtyard. The Gallows have since overgrown with red lyrium. If anyone is going to live and work there, there's a lot of work to do.

↠ Cloudreach 1-3: The Journey There
↠ Cloudreach 3-4: Arrival
↠ Cloudreach 4-14: Haunted
↠ Cloudreach 14-21: Spring Cleaning

Comments

[doneisdone]

Teren scrutinizes the chest as it's hauled up, her eyes narrowed bitterly. It's too late to even inter the body properly, to give the girl the respect she lacked.

"...many of us can say the same," she says instead, bending to wipe the detritus from her blades on her leg. Perhaps it's an attempt at levity.

[limier]

Pithy.

"And yet," Wren manuvers the trunk carefully towards the doorframe, hooks a foot around the chair to yank it from place. "We muddle on."

It’d be easier to have her out of this thing, but bad for morale. Worse if any flesh came apart in the journey. The fewer people that see this, the better.

In the courtyard there will be sheets and pyres and well-intentioned words. They won’t mean anything, but maybe they’ll make someone feel nice. The flames, at least, will keep this from reoccurring.

"Have you chalk, or anything to mark the door?"

[doneisdone]

No chalk, but the solution is more obvious than that. Teren thinks a moment, then simply wipes her hand across the surface of the door twice, leaving an X in ash.
She looks back at Wren with eyebrows raised, as if to say 'good enough?'

[limier]

It'll do. Thank the Maker one of them's decent at lateral thinking.

A short nod, and that's that. She'll check up on Teren later, perhaps, when the proverbial dust has settled. When all this is a little less fresh.

For now, there's still work to be done. Wren intends to see that it is.