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

[kremdelacreme]

"No more than eight tubs have been recovered that don't need to be hammered back into shape or just outright scrapped. They've been abandoned up here for a long time. Heard talk of a spring under the hold, but it probably needs work done to it too before any of us have ready access to it." The way he spoke, Krem sounded mostly indifferent to the idea of it. A product of not having grown up with or had access to such things often, if at all. He got by just fine on spongebaths, water heated over fires and cheap soap made of animal fat.

[ombranera]

"Part of any army is inviting donations from the area's nobility- they will probably want something more." That was a bit down the road but something they did need to consider. Rooms for nobility, diplomats, it's a larger work than keeping a representative for the war effort in their camp but something he had slightly more experience with in theory. "It would also likely do something for morale...perhaps a proper bath house by the springs?"

[kremdelacreme]

"Can't deny a hot bath would do a lot of our people good. Might keep sickness from spreading as fast." It was entirely possible that with so many people here, some contagious thing would run rampant through the fortress, regardless of the mages' and medics' efforts. "Proper facilities for it'll likely draw in the ones concerned about all that. Probably be more willing to negotiate at that point."

[ombranera]

"Mmm. There is a contractor that owes me a favor." As much as killing the noble that had sent an assassin after him, and killing said assassin can be called a favor. But. It would not hurt to write. "Who would I urge to consider such a project? I know Cullen handles the army and you the Chargers, but little else."

[kremdelacreme]

"Lady Nightingale's the spymaster, probably wouldn't bother with her. Connections tend to be handled through Lady Montilyet. She's the one trying to make this place as socially acceptable as possible, at least."

[ombranera]

"I shall have to speak with her and hope for the best, though speaking with Lady Nightengale may be something else I need to do before the day is over." Catching up with old friends, ah.