But the Stars are not gods, they say

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli, Yngvi, Morrigan, Brónach ; open
WHAT: Catch-all for Drakonis
WHEN: Handwaved points through Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall + Sundermount
NOTES: If you want a specific starter, grab me on deathwailart or bansheesquad#0389 and we can work something out. Starters in the comments

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Yngvi

[inagutterson]

Afternoon; Lowtown/Darktown
The thing about getting back into the world proper and all is that it pretty much requires getting back out into the world. Winter was a handy excuse because most people were frozen wherever they were, and even if you were out and about it was so cold that the layers hid you away. Not so much now, and Yngvi feels it whenever he steps into Lowtown with just a little more coin than he needs, hoping the smile looks good, looks ready. That the swagger is confident and bow-legged as a man who's been kicked in the bollocks by life more than he'd like. Stallholders aren't too bad, and Lowtown is-- well people fight in Lowtown because the guards aren't really around anyway, and there are always thieves, and it's Kirkwall, but trading is easy enough. People are chatty.

Sliding down into Darktown for work stuff though is less pleasant. The cold and the damp taking him by a hand at each side, something else he doesn't want to put a name to seizing him by the scruff of the neck as the familiar stink that calls itself home catches in the back of his throat. Even less friendly than Darktown used to be and that? That's saying something. He's jumpy when he goes. The confidence is up there in the sun waiting. All he's waiting for is a mugging at best or a crippling punch to the kidneys before the family might show up just to see how you're getting on boyo.

Evening; Gallows
Sometimes Yngvi takes the long route back to the Gallows from the things that keep him out most of the day - anyone watching him (don't spy, it's rude, it's very Orlesian of you) - might notice it's a Hightown pattern, through a tradesman's entrance. Got a key and everything so there you go. But anyway, there's dinner then finding a quiet place via the kitchens for the strongest tea that'd strip red lyrium right off the bone to work because the so-called rooms the Gallows has aren't big enough to really work in, no, when you're an artificer and you're working you want some prime real estate.

Preferably not your own prime real estate that you might walk about in barefoot later because there are sharp things spread out that get away from you. So congratulations, until the late hours there's a dwarf bent over many traps and components, working away with a focus perhaps underheard of for something born from a gutter who might've just asked you to pass him that or to watch where you're stepping if you're a fan of all your toes. (Are you? I mean that little toe, it's just an unsightly nub, surely you won't miss that one.)

Wildcard;
Pick your poison and I'll roll with it