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Fade Rift Mods ([personal profile] faderifting) wrote in [community profile] faderift2017-04-02 10:59 pm

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!


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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[personal profile] aventuriere 2017-05-20 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Freddie heaves a great sigh and turns on her heel to face Bellamy, hands on hips, her lips pressed into an unimpressed line, her eyebrows tilting to match.

"Obviously the answer is the armor and livery we agreed that you needed for these errands and just spent half an hour ordering. Honestly, Sir Spindleweed, if you're this dull I think perhaps you'd best wait outside for this one. I shouldn't like to introduce you to Messere Larsen if you might taint his views of me, I've been quite enjoying his recommendations. The man has a positively encyclopedic knowledge of the pre-Blight dwarven kingdoms, and I've high hopes he might be able to find me commentaries on Gundren's Observations, and I should hate to jeopardize my chances."
Edited (somehow deleted half a sentence hi) 2017-05-21 02:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nonsibi 2017-05-21 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
She turns just suddenly enough that Bellamy has to pull up short, lest he crash into her--which means he starts this conversation already wrong-footed but, really, what else is new.

Oh. "Well-- yeah," he says, his tone somewhere between gruffly irritated and defensive, "I know that. I meant whatever you were whispering about to that shopkeep. And I'm not waiting outside."

Not because of some insulting order, but especially not because-- well. Despite himself, Bellamy glances over at the window again, taking in the slight of the books. It's a risk, giving her the opportunity to start in on him again, but the sight of all of the books is enough to distract him.

"That's what you're into? Dwarf stuff?" He looks back at her, eyebrows raised. "Thought you Orlesians were all about good taste."
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[personal profile] aventuriere 2017-05-23 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Freddie has no intention of giving him any hints as to what sort of costume may be awaiting him on their return to the armorer, and besides, talking about books is far more interesting. Even if he's going to be insulting right back at her. (Perhaps especially if he is.)

"And what, pray tell, is your objection to 'dwarf stuff'? Are you one of those men so intimidated by their beard growing abilities that you disdain anything to do with dwarves at all?" Her eyes narrow at him in suspicion. "I am into many things, but I am also one of the world's foremost scholars of dwarva architecture, so yes, it is."
Edited 2017-05-23 18:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nonsibi 2017-05-25 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"The world's foremost, huh." I could grow a beard, Bellamy does not say. Instead he looks back at the window, opting instead to study the books rather than face down the force of Freddie's gaze. He could take it, he's stared down and been stared down by worse. But why would he when he could stare at stacks of books instead? "I didn't say I had an objection. Just didn't think a lady from Orlais would care about dwarves that much, beyond their crafts and stuff."

Because, Orlais. Well-known fact that ladies of Orlais care mostly for stuff.

"They've got books on dwarva architecture in there?"
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[personal profile] aventuriere 2017-06-02 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"The world's foremost." Freddie's not modest, don't worry. She hits that foremost hard, gimlet eyed gaze and all. Test her at your peril, Bellamy.

But if he doesn't have an objection, then okay. "Their crafts are fine, of course, but their architecture is the true marvel. Entire kingdoms hollowed out of the earth! And the rare above-ground installations, like the Storm Coast. There's a great deal to be learned from their engineering, but dwarves are more often given credit for their engineering than for their artistry. I think the beauty of their work goes too often unappreciated. For instance, if you--" She pauses, catches herself, smiles crooked.

That's all the acknowledgment her running-on gets, as she pivots quickly. "They have a small but well-curated selection of such books. Why, Sir Bellamy, what sort of books are to your taste?"
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[personal profile] nonsibi 2017-06-02 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
His sole objection would be: what about scholars who are also dwarves, who probably have a leg up on some University-trained lady from Orlais. She moves on quickly enough that he doesn't have time to mention it. Any free space in the conversation is apparently going to be filled by her, even when she cuts off mid-sentence in that mini lecture as she turns away.

Okay. Just answer that last question, Bellamy tells himself. Make this easy.

"History." He steps around her to get the door. That's also what he's here for, right? If he's a little brusque in his movements, so what. "I like history. Got a well-curated selection of those too?"
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[personal profile] aventuriere 2017-06-17 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"History," Freddie says, and it's both approval and tease all in one, some murky morass of a tone. "A valuable subject, no doubt, but so very vague. Surely you can be more specific than that, Sir Bellamy?"

She'd like him to be, that much is obvious. It makes answering his question more difficult, but also makes it far more interesting, and Freddie has always been one to value interest over ease. She remembers now that little hint of interest when they first met and she mentioned the University, recalls the sharpening of his gaze, the glint in it. She hadn't really noticed at the time, but there it is filed away in her brain. She looks at him more closely now, assessing.

"We can find history of all sorts within, but I can hardly say more specifically until you do."
Edited (that entire middle paragraph was a meaningless word-maze) 2017-06-19 02:51 (UTC)
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oh hi

[personal profile] nonsibi 2017-06-22 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Bellamy's mouth draws into a thin line, unimpressed with whatever it is he's meant to make of her tone.

"I'm not a sir." Important correction. He folds his arms over his chest. As eager as he is to get to the books, he's also determined to dig in, stubbornness momentarily outweighing his curiosity. "And yeah. I can be more specific. I'm interested in historical battles. Warfare. That kind of thing. Big campaigns, wars... the way troops were trained by people that don't exist anymore. And people who do. Specific enough for you?"

If he's gruff about it, it'll go a long way to cover childish eagerness.