[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

[unshadowing]

It certainly says something that his words don't carry the sting they once might have, or that he doesn't see it as an underpinned insult because of his sisters. There's a slight twitch of his jaw, but nothing more. "Because Marian's an incessant busybody and willingly tosses herself into that. She's a mage, so I suppose by your logic it makes sense." He loves his sister, really he does.

[justice_is_blond]

He grins. "Exactly. Mage equals busybody. We can't help ourselves."

Anders gets up, stretching slowly. "I suppose it's time to go demonstrate this talent and ask directly. Mourn me if I get stabbed to death?"

[unshadowing]

...was that a serious question? Uh.

"I'll... help build your funeral pyre." He shrugs. Hey, at least he's trying? Kind of? "Maybe give a eulogy if I get enough drinks in me."

[justice_is_blond]

The grin widens. Poor Carver, doomed to be the straight man around all the people who joke around. Anders is glad he gets to see a little more of this, though, considering how they'd used to not get along at all.

"Your words warm my heart," he says with a dramatic bow, and then he's heading off.