#skyholdstart

[daphnewhitethorn]

Misplaced & Forgotten || Open Starter

@anyone

“I cannot help but feel as though I have misplaced my drink. I swore it was here but a moment ago and I can’t help but assume the barkeep must be snatching them up left and right to end the night already.” 

[somnieral]

“Have I mentioned how annoyed I am with everyone calling me an apostate? Kaffas, aren’t all southern mages apostates now?” Sora had gotten sick of the shit they’d been called. Rabbit, go fetch me some water. Knife ear, grab that sword. Apostate, stay in your designated area. Blah blah blah. She was about to go crazy from it all.

[bachrcm-blog]

                   “ what is it? ” with a teasing grin upon her lips and eyes twinkling with their usual mischief, levina props her fists upon her hips. “ afraid you’ll lose? i would be too, i suppose – i am QUITE the opponent while you are simply… ” she wrinkles her nose, laughter on the tip of her tongue. “ i understand if you would rather not chance the embarrassment. ”

[cmpssn]

“ do you want some tea? would that help? ”

[primitxs-blog]

                  “No, I’m not a fan of cities.” Emil answered, and gave his companion a gruff frown. 

Two masked noblewomen turned their heads as the Inquisition agents passed, eager for any nip of gossip they could muster even from sight alone, and Emil ducked his eyes from their immediate line of vision. The last thing he needed were rumours going around about what sort of man with eyes like his was hanging around with the Inquisition’s lot.

                                   “And furthermore,” he continued, “Why does picking up a package require agents, and not messengers? There’s plenty of work to be done elsewhere.”

OPEN

[halfbloodspromos]

Wiping the blood from her sword Cassandra moved back towards the camp. A hurlock alpha had been too much for the normal soldiers so they’d call her for aid when they’d spotted it. The heat of the desert was beating down on them, the bloodstains on her clothes drying even faster than normal. When she got back to camp she would have to scrub the dried blood from her face. “What is it this time?” she questioned not bothering to look at her new companion. There were few she wished to speak with anyway.

[lyriumshackled]

He is bitter, like the cheap ale sloshing clumsily in his glass. Perhaps, like the ale, if he loosens a little and pretends he’s better, he might start to believe it. Perhaps, by domino effect, others might as well. Unlikely, he muses, given the intense drunken stare he’s currently fixing against the floorboards. He is an unappealing, bitter man, and nothing will change that. Especially not when his breath reeks of alcohol.

He wrinkles his nose when he sees his tab, but pays it nonetheless. There isn’t much point causing fights over his poor choices. It’ll just get him barred from future drinking, Maker forbid he ever stop willingly.

He stumbles outside, into the dark, and walks directly into someone- Or something, perhaps- He’s quite drunk, and not paying attention, but he thinks the wincing sound is from a person other than himself. He knows his own voice. Frowning, he tries to step back, though the action combines with his already poor balance and top-heavy armor, and he instead falls flat on his rear.

This time, it’s him who groans.

Rather than risk falling again in trying to stand, he sits up. “Odd place to be standing. You ought to move.”

[lyriumdog]

          The other warriors around him were twice his size and avoiding Fenris’ gaze as if it were deadlier than his sword. He was RESTLESS, his skills rustier than they’d been for years, and he radiated sourness. Months Fenris had spent on the road, cleaving through slave-trade camps and side-stepping the enemies he made along the way, but Skyhold had made him uncomfortably slow. Each soldier he approached would refuse his offer to spar with him for fear he’d seize their vital organs if the fight didn’t go his way – so, it appeared he had a REPUTATION. Fortunately for him, a new face appeared in the training camp, and Fenris didn’t care if they be archer, swordsman or mage.

          “You there,” he announced, sword pointed in the other’s direction, “do you accept my challenge?”

[oriiens]

Orien found himself sitting in the tavern, the music was loud and the shouts were louder but this was better than staying in the castle. Most times he found other ways to occupy his time but he’d trained for hours and ran out of people who needed any jobs done. The qunari had no other options aside from solitude. “Is it always this loud?” He questioned the nearest person.

[seviclle]

with her cloak on and her hood up to cover her chantry robes — because while it isn’t yet considered a sin to drink alcohol , it is an activity encouraged to remain private so as not to ‘ negatively influence ’ the masses — sevielle sits in a corner of the tavern by herself , placing her drink down first before a copy of beyond the veil: spirits and demons , opening it up to start reading . “ pride demon , pride demon ,” she mutters to herself , engrossed for a long moment until her concentration is halted . “ oh no — was this your table ? i’m so sorry , i’ll — i can leave ?”

[lvllcn]

lèonie sat at the bed of a tree in the lower courtyard, a medical book held firmly in her hands. hastily, she flipped through the pages… but promptly stopped, having to pull her hand away when a hot, white pain shot across her forefinger. the mage hissed, brows narrowed as she brought her appendage up to see. blood quickly seeping out of a fresh new papercut to bubble, after a silent moment of frustration, lè chucked the book across the grass in a huff and leaned back before pained eyes drifted towards the stables.

[somnieral]

Sora hissed. “HEY! Be easy,” she growled, glancing down at the large bite on her leg. She sniffled, trying not to cry. But fuck, it hurt. “I hate hyenas, and I hope they all go extinct.” After a moment, she looked away.

“Thanks, I guess. For helping me get patched up.”

[skyholdhqs]

Please make sure this starter is shown some attention!

[lyriumshackled]

@lvllcn

The courtyard is nice this time of year. Despite the chill of the mountains, it still doesn’t feel cold enough to set him on edge, and for once, he’s just lounging. There’s no extra motives in his actions, no attempts at ditching his wandering thoughts- he’s honestly just taking time to enjoy the night time air, and stare up at the stars.

He probably should feel on edge, but all he feels is tiredness. It’s unusual for Fenris to be kept up by insomnia not caused by his brain’s turmoil. He doesn’t, though. He thinks of the constellations, of the moon, and of the serenity.

Footsteps draw him back to reality. They’re loud and crunching against the frozen dirt and gravel, and though he knows anyone in Skyhold is probably an ally, instinct sets him on edge. He poses no real threat right now, the exhaustion from his insomnia finally catching up on his body. He must look like a wreck, based on what he feels- nonetheless, he speaks, elegant and sharp. “Reveal yourself. Speak your name.”

If he weren’t so tired, and perhaps a little less lost in the beauty of nature, perhaps he’d have realized that the stranger hadn’t tried to hide at all, and was actually right in front of him.

[cmpssn]

lips quivering as they watch the boy move across. eyes focus on his lips --- and why are they solid? not a care? really? why can’t i just talk to him? maker, if i could just catch someone’s eye. it seemed simple enough. harmless. the small kindness would do more good ( or bad ), he was sure. ideas of tender, romantic kisses still fresh in their mind, he could mimic one perfectly if he was careful enough. but the spirit’s heart fluttered in his chest ; humanity hitting just the right cord then.

without much warning, he shot forward. soft, gentle, but chilled hands cupped their head --- and lightly, he pressed his lips against theirs. he’d... never helped like this. they’d ( probably ) forget. but cole wouldn’t. not this. finally feeling a true warmth, he didn’t want to.

[lvllcn]

“ --! what i need is for you to tell me what happened. ”