A mass of flesh crawling over the entire landscape like a river of slugs.

[dwarfing]

WHO: Shale, NPC guards, you!
WHAT: Shale arrives, drags Shyhold's outer guard with them along the bridge.
WHEN: Today, nighttime
WHERE: Skyhold Gates/Courtyard
NOTES: Most likely threats of violence.

Skyhold Bridge

There's nothing as wonderful as a bit of late night chaos, is there?

The sun had just set behind the many mountain tops near Skyhold when calamity breaks out on the bridge heading from the cliff path towards the fortress. There's yelling and protests echoing over the gorge, accented with a bit of dispassionate grumbling. The night guards from the other side of the bridge are hollering, torches waving around over the bridge as they try to stop someone in the dark from crossing over.

Someone really big, and covered in glowing crystals.

Shale is dragging three guards behind as the struggling men try to stop them from proceeding, the golem mostly uncaring for the flailing of soldiers and torches in their face - all while stubbornly moving forward. There are calls for the gates to be closed and other calls for backup (and the Maker), but thankfully no cries of pain or people falling to their death.

...not that Shale didn't want to throw some of them off the bridge, but that probably wouldn't make a good impression of them as an ally. Still, the one with the greasy hair that was trying to chip them with a dagger was awfully tempting to toss off, just to listen how long it would take for him to reach the bottom.

Courtyard

Hello. There's a golem in Skyhold. They're not impressed, and would like to file a complaint about your hospitality.

Comments

[dwarfing]

It's pleasing to hear that Rachette agrees, and Shale simply nods. "It is a smart dwarf." Just don't be too smart.

Her excitement at having a golem on their side was a little amusing, though - especially when mentioning the demons and whatnot quaking in fear. Shale would enjoy seeing a lot of that. "I will crush their heads and watch them fountain blood over their allies. It will be quite fun."

Sounds like a girls night out in Deep Roads terms.

[sistertohermen]

Oh never too smart. Just too streetsmart. Sometimes. Not so much on the surface, but she makes due. "Sounds like an excellent time. I may not be able to crush heads, but slit throats I can do. Or just stab until they stop moving." She does prefer a much bolder approach than just sneaking up and assassinating people, but she can do it if she doesn't feel like brawling and dropping them.

[dwarfing]

"Good," Shale says with another firm nod. "It can do its sneaky thing if it leaves the big ones to me." It wasn't much of a challenge, otherwise - though honestly Shale was usually quite happy to have someone watching their back, no matter how much vitriol they spit over the sneakiest rogues they knew.

Fighting by themselves was just... oddly boring.

[sistertohermen]

"I'll warn you if I see any ogres that need fighting." Do piles of sentient rock have names? Hm. "I'm Rachette, by the way. Um, and your name? So I know who to call when those ogres, you know."