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

[quietblade]

[Fuck. Names were always hard to read on people's lips, and that was... complex.]

Sevra?

[Close enough.]

My name does not fit the waves that cut the shoreline. I'm Taashath.

[ombranera]

Zevran. [ A beat, he thinks nothing of it. Antivan names are difficult for most unaccustomed to them. ] Though my friends do call me Zev.

[ Taashath- he does not know much of the Qunari tongue and, sadly, the meaning is beyond him. ]

What might your name fit aside from your very fine self, Taashath?

[quietblade]

[Same name again. There was an 'n', too? He'd been close, at least. 'Zev' was easier, 'elf' even more so.

...the man looked like he had a nice voice, too. Pity.]

It means 'Calm'. A trick to remember I'm not a beast.

[ombranera]

[ Now that earns a lift of his brow as some of the teasing mirth slips from his eyes- the the good humor remains but this seems at least somewhat serious. ]

It seems as though there is a story to be told, if you wish to share.

[quietblade]

A long story and I'm far too sober to share it.

[Taas shrugs, not sure why he shared that in the first place. It just tended to go with the name, somehow.]

We could discuss names or I could bend you over one of the hay bales.

[ombranera]

Fair enough.

[ That was forward. Forward and exciting- how marvelous! ]

The hay bales seem a wonderful idea, you'll hear no complaints from me. You'll hear something, but it will not be complaints.

[quietblade]

I can't hear anything, so that's not new.

[He gestures to one ear and then sizes Zevran up again.]

...so tap me twice if you need to stop.

[ombranera]

...I had no idea. That does explain the looking at my lips- I had thought you found me as enthralling as I find you.

[ He crackles a laugh, a little embarrassed at not noticing- it is something he SHOULD notice, but now that he knows? They can move forward safely. ]

That is fair enough- I think I can remember should I need to ask for a breather.

[quietblade]

Well, they're not bad lips. Your name is hard to read, though.

[But hey, he's got a moment and there's a hay bale with Zevran's name on it.]

Works for me.

[ombranera]

Such is the way of most of Antivan. It can be over complicated at times.

[ Shall he remove his armor and his knives? He shall, whilst walking to said hay bale.

This should prove to be a most enjoyable diversion. ]