[Open] An Honor to Serve

[ingrid_kief]

WHO: Ser Ingrid Kief and you!
WHAT: A new templar has arrived from the Anderfels to help where she can.
WHEN: Her arrival through Drakonis
WHERE: In and around Skyhold
NOTES: None yet

Templar Quarters

Where else does a templar belong than with her brothers and sisters in faith? She's a bit awkward, but trying to determine how many others are here, where they come from, and, of course, who happens to be in charge so she can report in to her new commanding officers.

Sparring Grounds

Daily sparring practice has been one of her chores since she was barely big enough to hold a stick and a makeshift shield. It's important to keep skills sharp, and she can be found practicing with dummies, or inviting others to spar with her.

Chapel

Faith is what sustains her abilities as a templar. Faith has pushed her through the difficult road she's had in coming here. Faith is her solace, and she can be found often in the chapel, kneeling at the feet of Andraste, reciting the Chant of Light in Ander, absently fiddling with a curious dark red pendant around her neck.

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Chapel

[fleurdesel]

Adelaide, admittedly, is not one for prayer. Is not one for singing the chant, for attending such services- there are more things she might do with her time than sit and sing to an empty fade. But with all that cut at her the past few weeks, all that left her unsteady, uncertain...another bulwark between her and the demons that linger when she tries to sleep is not without merit.

Not that a chapel or singing the chant repels them but such places tend to hold the lingering song of spirits of hope, of faith, of fortitude and compassion. For this Adelaide wavers in the doorway, listening. Familiar whispers sooth her mind- the chant? Surprises her. She had not thought anyone would be here at this time of day and stutters to a stop where she'd been walking, half aware. "I- apologize. I did not wish to intrude."

[ingrid_kief]

Ingrid looks up and shakes her head.

"No, it is all right. The Maker welcomes all His children. It is space to be shared. Come, join if you wish."

Her voice is warm, even through her heavy accent.

[fleurdesel]

She hesitates for a moment, but only a moment before stepping deeper into the sanctuary. Faith's song is strongest where most would kneel to pray or to sing- lingering whispers. It settles her, somewhat. "I have never heard the chant in that tongue."

[ingrid_kief]

"It is Anders," she explains, "I come from Weisshaupt. It is better than my Common."

[fleurdesel]

She flinches at the name- she can't help not. But it is a people, it is a language, more than it is one man. "I have a sister there; she speaks well of the people."

Of it's artisans, of the Wardens.

chapel

[embracelight]

Belinda is usually in the chapel at first light. She's far from the only devout Andrastian in Skyhold, and she's seen familiar faces come and go as she goes through her daily prayers. In this time of darkness and uncertainty, she likes to recite verses from Trials, and she does so quietly until she hears another voice reciting in a different language. She doesn't recognize it, but she stops and listens anyway.

She waits until the woman has finished before speaking.

"Hello. I hope it's all right that I was listening? I don't know the language. Oh, Maker, I hope you understand what I'm saying now, or I've just embarrassed myself!"

[ingrid_kief]

"No, you are welcome," Ingrid says with a kind smile. Her accent is heavy, but not unintelligible.

"I understand Common OK. But I am Anders. That is what I speak best."

[embracelight]

"Oh, good," she says, her relief evident. She would have felt bad for yammering on when the woman couldn't understand her, so it's a good thing she can!

"I know a bit of Orlesian, and Antivan too, but that's just what I was taught growing up. I probably couldn't speak a full sentence now!" She chuckles a little at herself.

"I'm Belinda. It's nice to meet you."

[ingrid_kief]

"Ingrid. It is nice to meet you too." She stands and offers Belinda a hand.

[embracelight]

Belinda is quick to get to her feet too, shaking the offered hand warmly. Her eyes briefly fall to rest on the strange pendant, but then it's back up at Ingrid's eyes. She doesn't want to be nosy.

"Did you just come all the way from the Anderfels, or have you been here awhile?"

Templar Quarters

[judgemewhole]

The other Knight Commanders had informed him that another Templar had joined their ranks -- and all things considered they'd feel more 'comfortable' if Norrington talked to her first. He was frankly, confused, but in the Maker's name, all that. A sister had traveled to join them and he would certainly be happy to speak with her.

He knocked on the door to her quarters, hand resting on the pommel of his sword in an 'at ease' position as he waited for her to respond.

[ingrid_kief]

"Ja, kommen in," came the response moments before the door opened.

The woman is only a few inches shorter than he is, and gives him a careful look.

"You... are Knight-Commander? Ser?" She raised a hand to salute him.

[judgemewhole]

James ... blinked at that accent, before he sighed. Mentally. Oh, he thought he was starting to understand why the other Knight Commanders might have had an issue with approaching this Templar.

He looks at her, just as carefully, before he nods his head just once.

"Knight Commander James Norrington, Templar." Was his formal reply, before he returned said salute then added, "At ease. What is your name, soldier and where are your orders?"

If she had orders.

[ingrid_kief]

She dropped her salute.

"Ingrid Kief. Sent from Weisshaupt to follow up on rumors regarding troubles in the south with other chapters, ser."

[judgemewhole]

He nodded, before both of his eyebrows rose at that statement.

"Templar ... Kief. Could you be a little more specific of your particular rumors with said troubles?" Because honestly it could be just about anything at this point.

chapel (or just outside the door)

[arcaneadvisor]

Most days find Morrigan in the gardens of Skyhold, quieter than the rest and the closest there is to a wild space even if all of it is maintained and subject to so many people passing through. She doesn't miss the Wilds, not precisely, but there are few places to go to for peace, and that's felt decidedly lacking of late.

People go to pray all the time but it's perhaps the first time she's heard singing, and it draws her to the doorway where she peers in, a book in hand, not suspicious exactly but the language is strange. And after all, she grew up close to Chasind wilders. Rather than speaking, she clears her throat, one brow arched, something of a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"And what far-flung corner do you hail from, I wonder."

[ingrid_kief]

"Weisshaupt."

Ingrid stood and looked curiously at the dark-haired woman, idly fingering the Warden pendant around her neck.

"I heard of Mage Council here. Are you on the Council?"

[arcaneadvisor]

Funny, how a single word can stiffen her spine so, at least combined with the pendant she spies so much like the little flourishes on Kieran's garments. Her golden eyes narrow and she laughs, shaking her head as she folds her arm.

"I am not part of their little Circle, whatever name they might call it by. You may call me Morrigan."

Although right now there's at least some small agreement she has with the mage council regarding current events.

[ingrid_kief]

"Oh." The templar's brow furrows in confusion. What on earth did these Southerners get up to.

"My name is Ingrid."

[arcaneadvisor]

Honestly? Nothing very exciting, it's all an awful lot of shouting, and knowing that in the end of you want something done you save yourself a lot of time and headaches by just doing it yourself, making sure everyone knows how little help they've been and how much they've inconvenienced you the whole time.

"You have chosen a poor time to wear a symbol of the Wardens so openly. They find themselves firmly outside of the good graces of many in Skyhold due to their part in concealing an abomination in their midst." She isn't sure if this woman is a Warden herself, but the warning is hardly friendly, not when her voice stays so cold, and not when the woman hails from Weisshaupt, the Wardens that still want answers about the Fifth Blight and all three Wardens surviving.

Sparring grounds

[foodsofmypeople]

Kaidan was a frequent user of the sparring grounds, trying to hone his skills as a fighter, making him less and less reliant on magic in a bad situation. Other people practicing around about him was a frequent sight in somewhere like Skyhold. Other people that he knew? That was less usual.

"Ser..." He had to pause for a moment to remember her name, Weisshaupt seeming to be a lifetime ago. "Ser Ingrid, isn't it?" He knew her husband a little better, of course, but you couldn't see one without the other round far behind at Weisshaupt.

[ingrid_kief]

The voice was unexpectedly familiar, and Ingrid's attention whipped to him.

"...Kaidan?" She asked, scarcely believing it. "I did not know you were here! How long have you been here?"

[foodsofmypeople]

He gave a smile, and stepped forward to her. "Um, quite some time now, actually. Well, around six months." It was the longest he had been in one place for quite some time. "And honestly, I'd be surprised if you knew I was here. What are you doing here?"

[ingrid_kief]

"On orders from my superior officer. There is rumor of... troubled times in the south. I was sent to help where I can," she explained.

[foodsofmypeople]

"Weisshaupt are taking an interest?" That was both a good, and a bad thing. If they decided that the situation was beyond the control of the Wardens here, who knows who they would send in?