[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

[doneisdone]

"The statues mean something," Teren grumbles, hitting the paw against its crumbled counterpart again without any regard for whether or not it will actually fit (it probably doesn't).
"One's broken but the intact one might give us an idea of what it should look like. Or be doing." She purses her lips and tosses the broken paw uselessly. "People love shit like this."

[unshadowing]

He shoots Alistair A Look. "Why thank you, fearless leader. What ever would we do without your extremely intelligent contributions." Said dryly but without any real venom.

At least Anders is trying to do something. He leaves Teren to ramble about the statues, instead going to the row furthest to the right and starting to walk across. Walk, not roll.

[justice_is_blond]

The forlorn form of the paw flies fruitlessly when flung and facilitates nothing, while the floor flares fluidly to light, flourishing with each footstep.

[byblow]

Alistair meets Carver's look with an unbothered smile. Tone aside, he was serious: he leaves the walking to him and to Anders, or whoever else joins in, because of everyone here he's certainly the one most likely to misstep and ruin everyone else's work, and he listens—for one of those noises that means you've fucked up and are about to die, you know the ones. Loud creaks. Rasping screams. He keeps his hand on the hilt of his sword, casually.