This is, I suppose, a message that is long overdue and somewhat moot as things have run quite well without making a formal announcement over the matter, but in the interest of making it plain where your reports and requests and notes on inventory, difficult patients, and possible research go- I am Councilor Adelaide LeBlanc and I work under Commander Cullen Rutherford, handling matters of the Inquisition's healers. Their needs, their reports, their requests.

And as the one that reads your reports, requests, and attempts to mind overall inventory to the best of our ability- considering the recent missions and trials the Inquisition has faced? I believe a reward for your patience, resilience, and dedication to your vocation and the Inquisition is long overdue. Tonight in the Orlesian healing tents space will be cleared, refreshments provided, and for an evening we might set aside our mantle of responsibility to simply meet one another outside the lines of our professional bond and enjoy a quiet night. You may invite a friend along if you like and all healers are welcome- mages, surgeons, herbalists, volunteers. As long as no work is done. If you see me taking notes or filling out reports? You are welcome to take them from me and offer another mug of tea.

All rifters and shard-bearers are required to come and report to me, or Bruce in the healer's tents. You can find me at the base of the library tower.

If you cannot come to see me within the next three days, please inform me immediately, so we can make other arrangements.

Please remember that the shard's magic can be dangerous to both you and those around you - do not disregard my request.

[And then the crystal goes silent.



OOC: BASICALLY everyone with a shard needs to come see Solas. 90% of these will be handwaved, but otherwise feel free to hit me up and ask for deets, reply here with questions, or reply here with action threads. I know there are a bunch of rifters currently on a mission, or elsewhere, so obviously if you don't get this message, you don't get it! But Bruce and Solas will also be actively seeking people out.]

...hello.

[The voice that comes through the sending crystals is--well. He's clearly hesitant, for one, and its easy enough to tell that this particular person is not that all used to speaking at large. Not that speaking into a crystal counts as such, but. The effect is still there, knowing where these messages will go to.

The awkwardness lingers for a moment, but then Bruce clears his throat and speaks properly, this time.]

This is Bruce. [Pause.] And I have news to deliver for anyone who is familiar with Kain Highwind, the Rifter.

[Another pause, and a quiet breath, because no matter how many times he does this--delivering news such as this is never pleasant business.]

He is dead--killed in a fight against a desire demon and its companions. All the healers at the scene did whatever was possible to save him, but the wounds were too extensive for chance of a proper recovery. Kain Highwind passed away a warrior, fighting to his very last breath.

In his last words he sends his apologies and well wishes to everyone who knew him, and to not mourn his passing - these are the words I pass on now to those concerned. For those who knew him, he will be remembered in our hearts.

Thank you for listening.



[Private to the Advisors only]

[Switching over now, and in a quieter voice:]

To the advisors: I will send you a detailed report as soon as I am able to.

[ The letter, hanging from the message board, has this to say:

'Due to several incidents that have occurred, this is a reminder for everyone that the halla currently with the Inquisition should not be approached unless you are accompanied by one of the Dalish. Furthermore, you are generally discouraged from attempting to poke, prod, ride, shave, and otherwise aggravate the halla.

This letter is not due to any ill will against any members of the Inquisition, this is simply the nature of the halla, and the Dalish will not be held responsible for any bitten fingers, broken limbs, and miscellaneous gorings that occur to those who disregard the advice given here.

Thank you for your time and support.' ]

As of this moment I would like to announce the availability of my Kestrels for contracts. Any marks that align with the desires of the Inquisition will be given a discount, any requests from the Inquisition proper will be done Gratis. Likewise if you feel you are skilled in the art of subterfuge and murder and would wish a guild with which to align yourself we've opened our ranks.

Serious business aside- we are scattered quite a ways now, we members of the Inquisition, and the months have been quite hard, there has been much traveling, much fighting, and I am willing to bet more than a few wild nights in the past few weeks. The time has come, I think, for another Antivan Game. Sesso, Carcere, Sangue, o La Fama.

The rules are simple: you share a sultry tale of a carnal evening, a time you spent in or around a prison for whatever reason, personal injury from which you have recovered, or an incident meeting with someone famous. A musician, a composer, a member of those that saved the world during the fifth blight, the Champion- etc. I have a fine bottle of Antivan brandy that will go to the most remarkable and engaging of these tales upon your return should you be in Orlais, or in the morning after all the tales have been told. Be as elaborate or as brief as you like, and should you find any tale in particular quite entertaining and think it ought to win? Say so. I shall consider all opinions equally.

[The posters which now populate Skyhold include a drawing of a nug, wearing little pointed booties and a bow of ribbon around its neck. Those who were around when Cole put out the "missing" posters for Solas might recognize the art style.]

This is Dandelion. That wasn't her name before, but she couldn't tell me any other name, and she likes dandelions.

She's not one of Leliana's, but she belongs to the Inquisition, unless she belongs to someone else.

If you see her, please be kind.

[Dandelion can often be found snuffling around the upper floors of the tavern, or otherwise roaming the grounds of Skyhold. Often, Cole is somewhere nearby. If you'd like to action-thread running into them, feel free. Otherwise, you can also reply to the posters themselves.]