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- { alistair },
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- { araceli bonaventura },
- { bellamy blake },
- { christine delacroix },
- { clarke griffin },
- { freddie durfort-lacapalette },
- { inessa serra },
- { james norrington },
- { jamie mccrimmon },
- { jim kirk },
- { korrin ataash },
- { leonard church },
- { luwenna coupe },
- { malcolm reed },
- { merrill },
- { prompto argentum },
- { rachette dakal },
- { samouel gareth },
- { the medicine seller },
- { twelfth doctor },
- { tyrion lannister },
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OPEN LOG: Establishing a Base in Kirkwall
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!
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!

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
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
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"Thanks. Though now I almost want to see you try that, just because you brought it up. You're tempting fate, Jim." She opens her canteen to wash down that first bite, offering to share it. "It's just water, nothing exciting."
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"Well, I can certainly try, but it will not be dignified for either of us," he warned her, taking the canteen and nodded, sipping gingerly. He was still wary of the water here, even after being in Thedas for over a year. You never know, after all, and he wasn't keen on getting hang-dog kinds of sick, or worse.
"How have you been?" he asked in a gentler tone, casting a slightly worried glance at his friend.
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"...eh. Between being a mage and being a 'qunari", I'm walking on eggshells every time I step out of Inquisition territory. Looks and slurs I can deal with -have all my life- but this whole city is a focusing lens for everything Thedas hates about me. I'm trying not to make it worse. We don't need a mob at our doorstep."
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"No, and this city doesn't need to see more bloodshed," he murmured, munching his own sandwich slowly - more to keep his stomach from rebelling than from wanting to savor it. Not that there was much to savor. "I hate offering it, but if it helps, I'll walk with you if that helps to keep things calm," he suggested to her. It sounded to much like what had to be done in Orlais, which still made his blood boil. But he would rather Korrin be safe than be dragged into some battle that could escalate and end up with her or others dead.
"Hopefully they'll come around when they see how much you're helping." He knew it was a vain hope, but he kept his finger wrapped around that slender thread all the same.
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"Thanks, though. I'll take you up on that if it gets more tense around here...or if we have to visit Hightown. I'm willing to bet the watch would care a lot more about me being anywhere near their precious nobles than the riff-raff." Not that she has any reason to enter that area, but still. It could happen.
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"Hopefully that theory doesn't get tested," he said, having his own faith in the failings of people when they were afraid or stressed. As much as he believed in the good of people, he knew there was darkness there as well. And for as much as these people had suffered, he could see how the darker side would be the one they leaned to first.
Kirk tilted his head at her slightly. "Why do they care so much?" he inquired.
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A decade is still enough time for them to remember, and remember vividly. Besides, nobles hold onto grudges like it's a sport. She can't hold the same idealism as Kirk about people, especially when it comes to nobles. They didn't gain all that wealth and power by playing nice.
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He held idealism for the normal folk. And some nobles. So far, though, many of the ones he had met left something to be desired. He had certain thoughts about the Orlais civil war to say the least, and the way their city was structures - or at least the one they had visited.
"Well, they give you any trouble, you come get me, okay? I have a little surprise if they try anything." He held up his hand that held his shard, giving her a wicked wink.
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"I know," he said softly. "I mean, that's why I hide the damn thing all the time. I know how it'll go, how every little thing I do could be and probably will be judged, especially if someone has a grudge or is just that little bit extra zealous." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "But know I meant it - I do have your back, if anything happens."