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]

If not, I'm sure they'd have other work for you, even as a soldier. Or else as a second opinion on the qunari. Cultural advisors.

[quietblade]

[He snorts at that, amused.]

I was a soldier. Not much of a cultural expert.

[mythalenaste]

You've a better perspective than someone who never lived under the qun, anyway. I'm saying there must be a number of reasons the Inquisition might like to keep you around, if you like.

[quietblade]

I will have to think about it. It's been... some time since I didn't work alone.

[mythalenaste]

I've never been in a place where I didn't have to worry about my clothes or bedding getting wet when it rained, or freezing to death in the winter. Though now I do have to worry about getting assaulted by drunk humans on the way to bed. It's a new world for all of us.

[quietblade]

[He frowns at that. It was not a pleasing thought to imagine her accosted by anyone.]

See it as a standing invitation to you and any other elf to call me your lover if anyone creeps on you. It should shut them up real quick.

[mythalenaste]

[Her face briefly brightens.]

That would. [A faint blush.] Especially if it were true.

[That's as blatant as she gets. Actually, that is uncharacteristically forward for her.]

[quietblade]

[An amused snort leaves the big qunari. That blush was adorable, and so was that little flirting attempt.]

Curious little one, hm?

[mythalenaste]

...Can you blame me?

[She goes red to the tips of her ears, but she is completely unapologetic.]

[quietblade]

I didn't think qunari were in such great demands.

[He gives her a wink.]

Blushing suits you.

[mythalenaste]

[That makes her blush even harder, and grin. She's starting to get a little worried--what could possibly motivate someone to flirt with her? But the words are coming now, as if Cyril is supplying them to her.]

Let me know if you want to see where else I blush.

[quietblade]

[He laughs again, reaching out to touch her hair.]

I could always take you up to the hay loft and find out.

[mythalenaste]

[She's getting drunk on this. He touches her hair and something gives. She smiles like the cat that ate the canary.]

There's nothing stopping you.

[Something like...wrapping her arms around his neck is a little difficult to achieve, with him so far up there.]

[quietblade]

[He was going to fuck his way through the entire elf population, wasn't he? Not that he minded.

She had seemed so innocent and shy a moment ago, and now she was offering to come with him? That has Taas leaning down and picking her up.]

Alright, then.

[mythalenaste]

[Shy, not innocent. Practical. The shyness hides the years of hardship and toil, but she is far from breakable.

She flings her arms around his neck and wraps her legs around him to stabilize herself. Well. First sex since Gavin. This should be fun. This is slightly terrifying. Oh, shit, she's going to be horrible. Here she is getting swept along and she's the same lover Gavin ran from years ago.

Well. No turning back.]

[quietblade]

[The warrior is just gonna go carry her off to the hay loft, then. He should probably start keeping a book or something of the people he's hooking up with.]