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

[mythalenaste]

Nonetheless. [She approaches at last. Healers are usually okay.] How do you find the book?

[amygdalae]

[Well, at least things seem to be... okay? At least he hopes that's the case.]

It's quite enlightening. Some of the methods described here look very useful for the mages who can use these spells. [Another pause.] Perhaps if there are some who can do this, then I can hopefully try to work with them to better benefit the patients.

[mythalenaste]

That's really good thinking. [Pel isn't a healer, beyond very minor healing magic and basic first aid.] May I borrow it when you're finished?

[amygdalae]

Of course. [It's not like the book is his, anyway; he just borrowed it from the library for his own perusal.] I should be done by tomorrow, so I'll pass it to you then.

[mythalenaste]

Ma serannas. [A faint smile.] My name is Pel. You can find me in the library on most days.

[amygdalae]

The library, alright. [He will be sure to find her there.

And also since she gave her name, its probably polite to return it with his own.] If I don't turn up, you can find me at the refugee camps - I'm probably working there and forgot about it. Just look for Bruce.

[Who is, of course, him.]

[mythalenaste]

Thank you. I'll see you then.

[She steps away.]

[amygdalae]

I'll see you then.

[He gives her one more smile, then watches her as she walks away. Well, at least for speaking with a new Dalish, that didn't seem to go horribly bad.]