Dream and Idea

[judgemewhole]

WHO: Norrington and You
WHAT: Norrington and the Seven dwarves Templars arrive at Skyhold
WHEN: Beginning the 3rd week of Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Warnings for the Chant of Light. Because Templars.

Night had fallen on Skyhold when the guards at the gate spotted seven soldiers mounted on horses, with another driving a car behind them, riding across the stone bridge to Skyhold proper. The call-out did not occur until the watchman on duty spotted the templar armor. The templars in Skyhold were many, but not so many that the watchmen didn't know who they were dealing with.

When they arrived at the gates, the man in front dismounted, and with a promptness that surprised the gate guards, gave them travel papers and proper identification. The man was clearly weary - his green eyes were red-rimmed with exhaustion, but he held himself up right and straight.

The guards sent word ahead, to anyone who might be up and still in charge, and then opened the gates to let the templars in. They pointed them to the well, and to the stables, while they got someone to ... well.

They didn't look like red templars. Were they rogues? Were they spies? They were watched quite carefully.

For their part, the templars themselves seemed rather subdued. Taking care of their mounts, talking amongst themselves. Except the tall, dark haired man with sharp green eyes. He muttered something to the red-headed templar, before starting to walk around Skyhold itself. It was clear the man was looking to get the lay of the land.

...Or perhaps to figure out just what the hell he had gotten himself into.

Who was to say it could not be both?

Comments

[nofury]

Maria was on the ramparts when the group arrived. Not standing guard or training or doing anything of use as she'd like to be, but simply clearing her head in the cool air. As the group road in she didn't run down the stairs or find a ladder, rather she simply leaned over the edge and called down to the leader.

"Where do you hail from, Templar?"

[judgemewhole]

Norrington looked up, into the darkness, where he could hear the voice calling out above his head. He arched an eyebrow, before he responded back, "Ostwick, Mysterious Female Voice. And you?"

[nofury]

"Kinloch Hold. But that was some time ago. A moment."

Ostwick. Not one of the more trouble options available. But interesting enough she slips into one of the many (decaying) stairways to climb down to where the group of Templars are.

"Maria Hill. Well met."

[judgemewhole]

Now Norrington's eyebrows are going to rise straight up into his hairline. Kinloch Hold had been one of the better defended Circles, after the abomination attacks in 9:30. The reports there made him respect the First Enchanter's guiding hand even more.

He waited until she came down, before he offered his hand, "Knight Commander James Norrington. A pleasure." He looked at her keenly, as his people milled closer out of curiosity, "You no longer serve, then?"

[nofury]

"I serve the Inquisition. Knight-Captain Hill, if you like."

But as the current Templars met, titles from the old times meant less and less. Something she could live with well enough.

"But this is a new age we live in."

[judgemewhole]

He nodded his head slowly, "As I hope my people will. As long as the Inquisition is as merciful -- or savvy enough to know a good resource when they have it."

He nodded his head slowly at that, "A new age requires a new Order. Something better to be built out of the dust of the old. I am not sure what that will be -- but I have heard the Inquisition is the place to find ... direction."

[nofury]

"The future will be something to see, but you've come to the right organization for ensuring we have one to build."

Between Grey Wardens vanishing and the rise of monsters fueled by twisted lyrium on top of the chaos the wars had left the world in, to her mind the Inquisition did truly stand as the last wall between them and chaos. A more intimidating call than going to serve the Order had been so many years ago, perhaps.

"If you're not too tired from travel, I can give the copper tour of the fortress."

[judgemewhole]

"Then I will be glad to be a part of it ... after I've spoken to Seeker Pentergast." She was, after all, the only one who could absolve him from his sins.

Well at least of what he hoped. Hope was a thin sort of rope to hang anything on these days, but hope and faith had gotten him this far. Perhaps they could carry him a little farther.

"I would be delighted."

[nofury]

"I'll take you by the war table. The Seeker and other advisers tend to congregate there. I'm sure they'll be interested in whatever news you bring."

Maria nodded towards the main entrance of the fortress before turning to lead the way.

[judgemewhole]

"I would be glad to speak with all of them." He stated, moving to follow her. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this conversation -- however, when could be one ready for something like this?

Now, or never.