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- { alan fane },
- { alistair },
- { anders },
- { 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 },
- { yngvi }
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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Moreover, that was a lot of information to take in in one go, so Waver breathes out through his nose and slowly rubs his temples.
"The rest I can only react to in a single word, and that is fuck."
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Or probably wants to know about, ever. "...and yeah, that's what Varric said. He gave her a ball of twine so that she could find her way back, I think it saw use for years."
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That was a far more practical thought than digging into the great book of Why Kirkwall Is Terrible, by the Entire Population of Thedas.
"You know what's the worst part here? I find myself doubting that statement more than anything that has been said about this entire place."
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"There probably isn't much you can do, other that alert Inquisition agents if there's a forming mob we need to be aware of, but...do you know Kas? A scout and Vashoth, like me? A good kid with a good heart, but he's also kind of a hot-head and doesn't always think things through. I've been meaning to talk to him about keeping a lid on that temper here anyway, but if you see anything happening around him, let me know before it escalates?"
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Speaking with her in general was probably a good idea, come to think of it.
"I'll keep an eye out," and the way he said it, it was clearly a promise. "And if frankly there's more than three people muttering, I'll let someone know. Easier to nip things in the bud with numbers that low."
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Because let's face it, that's a seriously long list.
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This needed more than a drink. Waver pauses, and reaches into the pocket of his coat.
"Do you mind if I smoke?"
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But no matter. With the cigarette lit, Waver shifted so that Korrin would be downwind.
"Also the onion metaphor works but go deeper. Kirkwall is a terrible onion farm, and each onion bulb is it's own set of ever worsening issues. The farm is probably going to be bankrupt any day too."
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...don't tell that to Kain, he'd go looking for it and get his dumbass Reaver self killed." Snorting at the recklessness of Reavers in general, she downs the rest of her drink.
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Waver stares, cigarette barely just hanging onto his lip.
"Has anyone gone to double check this dragon situation? Because if there is one there, maybe we should take care of it sooner rather than later?"
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Part of Waver worried that a grenade might only make a dragon very, very angry.
"But otherwise, sure. Let's blow up a dragon. If nothing else, we'll bear distinction for the sheer novelty of the kill."
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"If you're refilling, can you grab me some kind of metal bowl so I'm not flicking this stuff everywhere like some kind of monster?"
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"I may take advantage of that in a day or two. But believe me," he grinned, gesturing to the great red coat he had on. "A picket pocket would need to find which pocket was the right one before anything else happened."