Skyhold

[faderifting]

WHO: Anyone & everyone
WHAT: Open post for business as usual around Skyhold
WHEN: The first couple weeks of Harvestmere, 9:41 (aka October)
WHERE: Skyhold
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Far from the glamorous adventurous world-saving people signed up for, most of the hustle and bustle in Skyhold at present is cleaning. The Great Hall is a disaster, and crews are assigned to haul out the cracked and rotting planks fallen from the wide-open roof, and tear down the vines covering the walls. Ivy encrusts the main staircase outside and many of the fortress walls and is cleared in section while other groups assess or begin shoring up the stonework as it's revealed. There are scaffolding to build, materials to sort, crates to unload, tents to stitch together or set-up, and on and on and on, endless mundane chores vital to the survival of the organization.

When not hard at work, people cluster around fires across the courtyards. Many mingle freely, going about their business, running errands and messages, planning scouting missions, tallying up supplies, distributing or playing with the sending crystals that were found in a basement vault and which a group of mages have just today finished preparing for use. Once a good number have been passed around and the first Inquisition-wide transmission made messages start being broadcast; maybe you can help someone out.

The rebel mages and renegade templars mainly keep to themselves at opposite sides of the complex given the choice. Mages assist with healing and research and bicker amongst themselves about their options and their fate. Templars help train recruits in swordforms and basic combat techniques or spar with the more advanced and bicker amongst themselves about their options and their fate. Despite having all pledged themselves to the Inquisition, they still feel like separate factions and tension between them is palpable wherever they cross paths.

Like at meals, or the communal message board in the courtyard, or at the Herald's Rest. The mess hall/tavern is so new it still smells of sawdust, and its stock has been limited to one type of strong ale until today, when a shipment of West Hill brandy has finally arrived. The mood in the place is convivial in celebration of that, but there's still plenty of muttering, especially as the night drags on and the discontented get further into their cups.

Comments

[issala]

[He's gonna be STRONG, you'll see. He's probably gonna move too much to put on chub, however.]

I...

[It's not what he expects at all, and Kas looks a bit lost for a moment. Gorse didn't blame him, and he believed in him? How many people had ever done that, even in the kith?

Flustered and not sure how to react, he settles his feelings by semi-punching Gorse in the shoulder. It's as close to affection he can handle.]

Thanks.

[savethecat]

[Gorse laughs a bit at the punch, even if he makes an exaggerated wince at it, rubbing his arm.]

Not so hard, I need that arm.

[Because obviously Kas is big and strong already.]

[issala]

[That wince makes him laugh and he even rolls his eyes a bit in a proper teenage bout of affection.]

Riiight. You got two, don't you? That's all you need to bring me bread.

[savethecat]

As you command. [Gorse is almost laughing too hard here to finish his own food, give him a second.]

[issala]

[Oh no, now he's giggling even harder.

Seems he's made a real friend.]