Acaela had always wondered what the world was like...and Kirkwall was obviously a bad city to visit it looked gloomy, dark, and the atmosphere was too tense to handle without at least gulping twenty times. The Chantry was introducing one of the Grand Clerics, that seemingly everyone opposed. She wondered if it was an elf, because an elf plus a woman equals bad shit is going to go down at some point. Tugging her satchel and ignoring her running thoughts. The city of Kirkland felt hostile and even if there were guards that lurked around the streets it still felt unsafe, almost as if anything could happen. " Wonder if I can go on the roofs? " She was blindly heading towards the Chantry and needed a higher view to get there. Scanning the surroundings she found a wooden ladder conveniently placed in the middle of two buildings. " This is a bad...idea. "

The wood was breaking! Acaela grabbed the roofs ledge right before the ladder fell to pieces, " Fuuck... " She groaned pulling her self up onto the roof. " Wooow...! " She hummed standing on the flat roof clearly seeing the Chantry from two miles away. Carefully jumping her way through the roof, doing it in the seemingly unprofessional way. Rogues or some sort of assassins have ease with this stuff but not a healer. Breathing, [i]this stuff takes a lot of stamina![/i] she groaned, only two buildings away but her legs hurt like hell! The Chantry seemed to be filled, guards surrounding the entrance to it.

" Chaos... " The crowd began screaming, guards falling to there deaths as the cluster of people began escaping the scene. She walked towards the edge of the roof there was absolutely no support to get down. Biting her lip she points her staffs tip on the walls side, not worried since most were too distracted by the scene that enacted from the Chantries courtyard. Her grip tightened against the staff, cold air began to cluster at the staffs tip. The cold air seemingly pulsing with dim blue light. A beam was created, strands of light and air shot towards at the wall, icicles began form and thus she began changing the positions of the staff the beam cascading down the wall.  

It was extremely slow...for her at least, medium sized icicles were formed against the wall and seemingly no one mind. This oddly felt normal to just climb down an icicle ladder...that seemed impossible, but it wasn't. She shuddered, cold air emitting from the icicles, water already dripping from them so...she had to hurry. Acaela was beginning to climb down, the icicles were slippery. Her feet met the ground, finally! She cheered, almost forgetting about her main plan...helping people! 

There's no turning back now, as she entered the courtyard of the Chantry she saw very few guards and at least 5 or 4 people fighting back....