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faderifting) wrote in faderift2017-04-02 10:59 pm
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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!
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
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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"Flatterer," she said with a laugh. "Two or three years now. Guess I've spent more time with the Inquisition than anywhere else on the surface at this rate. I'm relatively certain I'm not going to fall into the sky, so that's a plus. But I put my foot down on Wardens who decide to go flying around on griffons. That's just asking for trouble."
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Giving a visible shudder, he took another deep drink of his ale. "Flying on sodding griffons. They're not going to catch me on one of those things, that's for sure. Don't care if I'm a Warden too, I'm keeping my feet on the blasted ground. That ship is bad enough."
Even after years above ground he still could not say he wanted to be parted from the wonderful feeling of solid ground.
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"I mean...I hope they don't expect Wardens to learn flying. Ships are fine, if weird. It's weird, but it's exciting. The surface has some crazy shit; these people don't realize everything they have sometimes."
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"Even if they expect it I'm not going to. My feet are just fine on this ground and that's where my axe is best suited. Flying. Peh." Oghren took a big drink of his ale because the very idea of flying...terrifying. "Now get me some mabari chariots and then we'll be talking."
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"Mabari are those big dogs, yeah? Get all painted kind of like qunari? That I'd like to see. Better than little nug chariots. And faster than brontos."
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He laughed a bit, rather thrilled someone was listening to his idea about his chariots. Most people would have blown him off at this point.
"Just got to train them up. Then you're the deadliest thing out there."
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