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

[amygdalae]

"You have my thanks." Well that had all gone considerably easier than he had expected, but Bruce certainly wasn't going to complain. Anything that could make his job easier was always something good for him.

He steps past the golem after that, pausing to glance back at it once he was through, inclining his head in politeness as he makes another request of the golem. "If you wouldn't mind, could you perhaps not move back just yet? I need to return this way once I'm done, and I wouldn't want to disturb you again just for that."

[dwarfing]

The golem eyes Bruce again and makes an annoyed sound deep in their stony chest before they move even further away to give the man his space. If he wanted to run back and forth, that wasn't really their problem... there was just a bit of a lack of places where a golem could loiter without being in the way somehow.

"If it asks again, I will squish its little head like a pea." They mutter, even if there wasn't too much venom in Shale's voice.

[amygdalae]

Ah--that didn't sound like the golem was very pleased. Bruce did his best not to make any sort of faces, but settled for something of a strained smile, attempting to placate the golem before it did want to try something like squishing his head.

"Yes, well, I'm asking so that something unpleasant as that doesn't happen." And, really, if the golem really did attempt it... things really wouldn't end well for anybody. So it was best to try and prevent that if possible.