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.

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[perseverances]

Cullen walked right into that, sadly, and he shifts from foot to foot for a moment. Cullen's always been easily flustered, and Zevran's as smooth as any. He coughs to cover up his fluster, then gives Zevran back his attention.

"You're wanting to join the Inquisition?"

[ombranera]

And he continued to blush. Marvelous. "I know that some have been seeking Jonas for his aid. As he is not to be found and I am quite fond of the world not being full of demons, death, and war- I feel it only just that I offer my services."

Some debts would never be paid, not that Zevran minded it.

"You know I am skilled in many ways- and if you should have your doubts I do not at all mind providing a private demonstration."

[easternseaqueen]

"You should be careful about Zevran's demonstrations," came a woman's voice and soon Isabela sauntered up with a grin. "They're a good way to lead to deaths. Small ones, or big ones. But oh, he's worth it, I promise."

[perseverances]

"Blessed Andraste, preserve me," he mutters under his breath. Good heavens, the both of them were here. What did he do to deserve this?

"No need for demonstrations, thank you. I know full well of your abilities. And Isabela - a pleasure to see you. Come to offer your services to the Inquisition as well?"

[easternseaqueen]

"You're willing to pay for them, better some of the jobs from the Armada," she said breezily. "You only get so far with just a land presence. I offer support from the sea. For the right price."