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

[el_tybs]

He tries to smile at that, but it doesn't quite make it. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. But I'm also worried about everyone else's safety as well."

[samahl]

"Is there anything that we non-mage but supporters can do?"

[el_tybs]

"Heh. I have a hard enough time trying to figure out what I can do, I don't think I can give you an better advice. Just don't think yourself defenseless because you can't use magic?" He does smile at that.

[samahl]

"Oh, I don't think that," Cyril says with a grin. He seems very confident about his ability to fight. "This isn't about me being defenseless, it's about mages not being given a fair shot."

A pause. "There are too many people who would see you locked up." This isn't really directed to Sam, so much as just said to the night air.

[el_tybs]

"Well unfortunately all that comes in a neat package when you're a mage." He pauses as well, turning his head away for a moment to think. "Well I guess that's the popular idea that us 'shems' have come up with and forced on others I suppose."

[samahl]

After a moment, Cyril moves his hand to offer it to Sam. "If you want freedom, I'll help protect it."

[el_tybs]

For a moment Sam just looks at the offered hand. Freedom, huh? He's honestly not sure how that will even happen with how the world as it was now. But- it is a nice thought. Raising a brow at Cyril he drops his own into the other man's hand, giving a tentative smile. "Likewise, Cyril. If you need something, let me know."

[samahl]

"I will," Cyril says. He smiles and squeezes Sam's hand lightly.

"For now, I think I ought to find my clanmates and settle in for the night. I hope your night is lovely."

[el_tybs]

Squeezing the hand back for a moment, Sam lets it go when Cyril goes to pull away. Folding his hands in his lap he smiles, nodding at the plans. "I'll just have to deal with a bit of soreness, but I think I'll be fine. Sleep well, Cyril."

[samahl]

"You as well," Cyril responds as he stand. He feels a weird ache pulling away from Sam, but he pays it no mind as he goes to find his brother and settle in for the night.

[el_tybs]

It's an odd feeling, watching Cyril leave. So similar to the last time - except with some major differences - with the Elf leaving to find his clan. Only this time he'd see Cyril again. This was going to take some getting used to.