( a, open -- The Blasted Hills ) Nice lodge. Heavy-handed on the antlers and antler-adjacent décor, but beggars can't be choosers. Perhaps they've recently arrived or perhaps the job's been put off until someone's face introduced itself to a cluster of webs. Either way, there's sweeping to be done, up and down and every which way, which means several brooms are hard at work, or hardly working--
"Whoa-ho!" laughs Jayce, narrowly blocking his opponent's strike with his broom. His is a two-handed grip, broom head first and threateningly cobwebbed. "Almost got me."
( b, open -- wilderness ) [ cw: vomit ] While acclimating themselves to the wasteland that is the Anderfels, a small group touch base with the rogue Grey Wardens. Amongst goodwill endeavors, including the exchange of spices, dried herbs, and clarified butter -- little things unnecessary to survival, but a speck of brightness to an otherwise bleak routine -- they discuss the rebounding population of griffons in the mountains surrounding Kirkwall and the logistics of adding some of those griffons to the Wardens' ranks.
There is, of course, the matter of darkspawn. Until this point, Jayce's experience with the darkspawn was limited to secondhand accounts, written or spoken. After the latest night patrol, his experience now includes 'first-hand': a malodorous, repulsive change that rattles his innards and prompts him to seek solace behind one of many towering rocks, politely affording the other members of the patrol group some space while he retches beneath the rising sun.
( c, open -- The Blasted Hills ) Carpentry isn't part of his primary skill set, but he is an engineer and a smithy who's willing to put in the physical effort, so Jayce can be found reviewing schematics, hauling and splitting materials, and otherwise hammering or welding things together. Shirtless, one might add, because the weather is hot as fuck.
So, after a day of hard labor, rather than return to the lodge to clean up, Jayce and Uggie make a bee-line for a small lake that's just a few minutes away by flight. The water is cold, but clear. Uggie snaps up a few freshwater fish while Jayce freshens up, keeping his pants on if there's company, going nude otherwise.
Of course, he notifies someone before departing from the general group if it's just him and Uggie -- Viktor, if he's there -- just in case. Jayce has died (thanks, Granitefell) and/or gotten lost (thanks, Crossroads and Dirthamen temple) enough times, thanks!
anderfels
Nice lodge. Heavy-handed on the antlers and antler-adjacent décor, but beggars can't be choosers. Perhaps they've recently arrived or perhaps the job's been put off until someone's face introduced itself to a cluster of webs. Either way, there's sweeping to be done, up and down and every which way, which means several brooms are hard at work, or hardly working--
"Whoa-ho!" laughs Jayce, narrowly blocking his opponent's strike with his broom. His is a two-handed grip, broom head first and threateningly cobwebbed. "Almost got me."
( b, open -- wilderness ) [ cw: vomit ]
While acclimating themselves to the wasteland that is the Anderfels, a small group touch base with the rogue Grey Wardens. Amongst goodwill endeavors, including the exchange of spices, dried herbs, and clarified butter -- little things unnecessary to survival, but a speck of brightness to an otherwise bleak routine -- they discuss the rebounding population of griffons in the mountains surrounding Kirkwall and the logistics of adding some of those griffons to the Wardens' ranks.
There is, of course, the matter of darkspawn. Until this point, Jayce's experience with the darkspawn was limited to secondhand accounts, written or spoken. After the latest night patrol, his experience now includes 'first-hand': a malodorous, repulsive change that rattles his innards and prompts him to seek solace behind one of many towering rocks, politely affording the other members of the patrol group some space while he retches beneath the rising sun.
( c, open -- The Blasted Hills )
Carpentry isn't part of his primary skill set, but he is an engineer and a smithy who's willing to put in the physical effort, so Jayce can be found reviewing schematics, hauling and splitting materials, and otherwise hammering or welding things together. Shirtless, one might add, because the weather is hot as fuck.
So, after a day of hard labor, rather than return to the lodge to clean up, Jayce and Uggie make a bee-line for a small lake that's just a few minutes away by flight. The water is cold, but clear. Uggie snaps up a few freshwater fish while Jayce freshens up, keeping his pants on if there's company, going nude otherwise.
Of course, he notifies someone before departing from the general group if it's just him and Uggie -- Viktor, if he's there -- just in case. Jayce has died (thanks, Granitefell) and/or gotten lost (thanks, Crossroads and Dirthamen temple) enough times, thanks!