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we could be immortals
WHO: GREY WARDENS!! Alistair, Kaidan, Rafael, Sabriel, Sigrun, and Scipio. Maybe others non-Wardens later?
WHAT:Warden things. Very secret. The Skyhold Wardens discuss important things like the fact they're not dying and they should probably get about to killing this Corypheus and saving their kin quickly. Annnnnd then they get drunk. As you do.
WHEN: Haring 18, early hours of 19.
WHERE: Skyhold, kitchens. There's food, there's Joining stories, there's ale, and beautiful and attractive Wardens to boot. What more could you possibly need?
NOTES: There are two parts to this post, one to discuss the Calling/Corypheus, and the other for them to celebrate the fact they're not dying (right now). There's also an open thread for anyone who wants to crash their party when they get particularly loud/annoying/entertaining! COME BOTHER US.
WHAT:
WHEN: Haring 18, early hours of 19.
WHERE: Skyhold, kitchens. There's food, there's Joining stories, there's ale, and beautiful and attractive Wardens to boot. What more could you possibly need?
NOTES: There are two parts to this post, one to discuss the Calling/Corypheus, and the other for them to celebrate the fact they're not dying (right now). There's also an open thread for anyone who wants to crash their party when they get particularly loud/annoying/entertaining! COME BOTHER US.
1. WE'RE NOT DYING AND THERE'S A DARKSPAWN MAGISTER WE NEED TO KILL. WARDENS ONLY.
2. WE'RE NOT DYING PARTY. WARDENS ONLY.
Plates are piled high, drink is forthcoming, and the fires are low, but despite the crisp winter night outside the kitchens are rather cosy. The cook has long since left the Wardens to their own devices and for the time being, they are alone with the company of their own, and the rather wonderous knowledge that none of them are prematurely hearing the Calling. Corypheus will be defeated another day. For now, it is a time to celebrate, pass the cheese, steal food off each others plates, and tell stories in the dim light.
3. IT'S 2AM AND YOU'RE MAKING A RACKET. EVERYBODY.
It was a dark night and Skyhold was peaceful and there was not a peep. Except not really, because it's the small hours of the night, and maybe someone left a door open somewhere, but that noise is incredible and the perpetrators only seem capable of increasing in volume. And seriously, all you wanted to do was sleep. Or maybe you're already awake and wondering why the fun is not at the tavern tonight but in the kitchens and the party doesn't start until you walk in. Do you investigate the noise? Do you join in the merrymaking or do you tell everyone to shut up and trudge back to your bedroll to no avail?
4. WHATEVER.
Sabriel, ota
She had not intended to drink. When she did, she had not intended to take more than what was polite but the outcome was fairly evident.
She had a serene calm to her, gripping the ale handle with a soft, absent minded smile as she swayed ever so slightly in her seat. There was still much to be done against Corypheus, but the combined guilt and stress over the Wardens under his thrall and the abomination in Skyhold drove her to excess, and right in this moment, she almost understood why the tavern and its ale had such an appeal. There was no song, no worries, just a warm, slightly murky blanket that brought with it honesty and charm. She knows things. She knows that you're all wondering what a place like her is doing in a girl like this.
She sighs intermittently, pours another cup, looks up at any new partygoers with brief confusion or with a - well, giggle - if they're here to complain, and drapes herself over the nearest person if they're willing for their shoulder to be leant upon. And If there's anything you wanted an honest answer about, now's the time.