[Closed] Peeking at the Peak

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Alistair, Anders, Carver, Loghain, Nate, Teren
WHAT: A happy little field trip out to a happy little place, all in hopes of continuing with a Blight cure.
WHEN: Drakonis 5
WHERE: Soldier's Peak
NOTES: Summarized here.

The Fortress looms before them, cold stone walls protecting cold stone towers, rimmed by cold snowy hills.

It's cold, basically, and somehow manages to look even colder than it feels. The stairs upward are no longer even, crooked and bent as if some giant decided he wanted to romp his way through, and the gates are askew and slightly open.

On the approach there's little noise beyond wind whistling through, until the gate is touched and a flock of ravens bursts upward in a cackling cacophony. Beyond that it's still. Too still, perhaps.

Comments

[byblow]

“Old fellow got creative in his old age,” Alistair says, in a voice that’s slightly rattled beneath the joke. He could do with fewer doors shutting by themselves, overall. That would be fine with him. “Older age. Ancient age. After a certain point I think people should do the right thing and crumble into dust, honestly, and—oh.”

He gestures around the room. “Griffon! Dragon! Squid thing! Maybe that crumbled one was a bear.”

[justice_is_blond]

"Ancient to some is... still ancient," Anders finishes weakly. "I was going to say subjective, but no, over two-hundred is pushing it."

Slowly, with more than a little care, Anders heads for the griffon one. This was a Warden Keep. Theoretically no Warden would be so heartless as to booby-trap the griffon symbol. Then again, theoretically no Warden would sell out their mage or mages to Templars or demons.

He reaches out and touches the lever by the griffon statue. No trap is triggered, as far as he can see. "The last could easily be a bear. Are we..." He's not sure he wants to pull the lever, but they've come this far. Anders gives it a tug. There's a low, grinding, creaking noise before the griffon pillar shudders and shifts upward a few feet, now taller than the other three.

[unshadowing]

Guess who's not a fan of being trapped in a room with these two and statues that can move up and down. Yep, it's this guy. Why did he let Anders talk him into this?

"So they move. What's the point?" It's more muttered to himself, but he suspects one of them will come back with some remark or other. Carver walks up to the dragon one. "We sure we should be pulling these without care?"

[justice_is_blond]

"I'm not really sure of anything beyond I don't want to stay trapped here," Anders returns. "We could potentially... create a way out, but if there's some way to do that here that won't risk the building collapsing on us I'd prefer that, personally."

And pulling hadn't killed him. Yet.

[unshadowing]

"I don't either, but let's leave the explosions or whatever you have in mind as a last resort." If they resort to it at all. Carver would rather take his chances with the levers, which is why he just shrugs before he pulls on the dragon one.

[justice_is_blond]

The pillar with the dragon on top of it moves up a notch, to be of equal height to the griffon. Now both are taller than the other two.