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]

"So I did." A sip from her cup. "I don't know how people have the energy to stay up late drinking when there's so much to be done."

It's her way of saying she's exhausted.

[samahl]

"They don't sleep, I believe," Cyril replies. "Though if you think it's time for you to sleep I'll happily escort you to your quarters."

[mythalenaste]

"I don't want to yet, serannas. Maybe after I've finished my drink. I wish I had your confidence about just going up and making friends."

[samahl]

"You have no reason not to be confident. You're strong, beautiful, and funny when you relax and let yourself be."

[mythalenaste]

"I'm not funny, I just...bounce off other peoples' jokes. Someone else has to start it first. That's what you're here for."

[samahl]

"That's what I mean," he replies, amused. "You don't give yourself credit. Rather than admitting your sharp mind allows you to play off others, you'd make an excuse to downplay your virtues."

[mythalenaste]

"Sass is a virtue?"

[samahl]

"It's attractive, at least."