[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

[pinprick]

"Please do not consult demons," Nathaniel says faintly, not entirely sure if Anders is joking. "But we are living in Kirkwall. If you can't find a single...blood mage to speak with, I would be surprised. Although I can imagine those who exist must be quite discreet until they turn into abominations and are of no further use to you."

[justice_is_blond]

He pats Nate's arm gently.

"I'm not about to consult a demon, love. I promise. I meant that it'd be worthless to do so." The other merits consideration, and he sets down the page he'd been working his way through, placing a rock on top of it so a breeze doesn't steal it away.

"There has to be at least one in Kirkwall, I agree. But it's a matter of finding one without me walking into a trap. I can't exactly put up fliers. Or even associate my name with the search. And yet somehow I have to convince one it's safe enough to reveal themselves to talk. I'm at a bit of a loss."