[Open] You can take the Captain out of the Gaurd....

[didifuckingstutter]

WHO: Character(s) Aveline + You!
WHAT: Aveline has been "promoted" to Emissary of Kirkwall.  
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: It's a PR nightmare for Kirkwall's newest ambassador. Food shortages, cold weather, and people are turning blue.

It had been all of 48 hours since she had been told she would now be an Emissary of Kirkwall instead of Captain of the Guard. To say the news hadn’t been taken well was a understatement. She was well aware that she was probably the worst choice for this sort of thing, but the point was made that she was the only choice. It didn’t do well to inspire confidence, but, there was little left to argue about after that.

They required her to attend etiquette lessons with a pompous ass who delighted in teasing her about her un-femininity so much she ended up socking him in the jaw halfway through. But, she now knew the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork, so she counted it as a success. She was given a frilly new uniform, which immediately refused to wear and a “compromise” was eventually reached after some heated words were exchanged. She would still wear her own armor, but she would also be swathed in a half cloak with the Kirkwall crest on it, to make her easily distinguishable.

This, of course, was before everything had gone to pot. Things were a mess before, but now things had become dire. The people of Kirkwall were desperate for food, for warmth, and especially for a glimmer of hope that things would turn around somehow. The guard were on round the clock posts to try and keep the populus calm, but they could only do so much. She would never ask her guard to do anything she would not do herself, so she had parked herself in the main entrance to lowtown, hoping to calm as many as she could. She had “requisitioned” (strong armed) two carts full of blankets, and several dozen loaves of bread to pass out to the citizens until she could approach the Inquistion for aid.

Comments

[unshadowing]

Oh for - He rolls his eyes. "Not Anders, the idiot mage. The Anderfels, the country in the north where Weisshaupt is? That throne. The King of the Anderfels got overthrown and the First Warden took the crown for himself."

He sputters as she grabs him and examines him. With a grunt he wrenches free. "I'm fine, so's Bethany. I wasn't there when it all happened, I was in the Deep Roads. A lot of the Wardens escaped from there and fled south. A contingent of them are here, including Beth. When I got out of the Deep Roads, I joined up with them here."

[didifuckingstutter]

Well, Maker, doesn't she feels stupid. "Why would the First Warden want a throne?"

She isn't put off by his grumblings, but she doesn't reach for him again. He seems to be well enough, but after Wesley.... she can't assume anything about the condition of someone she cares about. And there are very few people in this world she cares about more that the Hawkes.

"It's good that you are here then. Shitty as it may be at present."