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Fade Rift Mods ([personal profile] faderifting) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-04-17 01:31 am

OPEN: Cloudreach Event

WHO: Anyone at Skyhold
WHAT: Cloudreach showers bring weird shit.
WHEN: Cloudreach 15 onward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: For information about the illness, its effects, and its cure, please make sure to also read the OOC Post.


This high in the mountains, snowstorms are to be expected. But this one is large and lingering, hanging over the valley and the fortress for days. In Skyhold, with its eternal spring, the snow becomes rain before it hits the ground, leaving inhabitants and visitors to wade through puddles and mud in the courtyards. In the valley, snow and ice accumulate under cloud cover—and worse, when the clouds finally thin, a whole winter's accumulation of snow begins to melt in the sunlight.

Within a day, the ground is sodden and mucky enough to give the survivors of the Fallow Mire (or Ferelden in general) unpleasant flashbacks, and those who live in tents are issued additional hastily-constructed wooden pallets to raise their floors above the mud. It is worse outside the fortress: streams and rivers have overflowed their banks, rapids run twice as fast as normal, and flash flooding has made even road travel treacherous.

On Cloudreach 17 a mudslide buries the pass into Skyhold from the west, and on the 19th a sheet of snow loosened from a mountainside collapses into the shadowed passage from the east. An Inquisition supply caravan is caught in the latter, scattering wagons and goods across the hillside and leaving a dozen people and horses in need of rescue and medical care.

Healers may find themselves stretched thin, as in addition to the usual rash of blisters and sniffles that come from days of rain and flooding, an illness begins to sweep through Skyhold's ranks from around the 16th onward. It's marked first by climbing fever, then by flashes at the edges of vision—green light and jagged formations that aren't there, beings of light and shadow gathering around people or clustering in corners—and distant voices, coherent for brief moments if you're quiet and still and not trying too hard to listen.
ombranera: (Ho said what)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-20 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I am shit at ignoring temptation." Really, he was, it landed him in quite a bit of trouble in the past. "But right now I do not wish to subject anyone to me."

At least not naked. He feels clammy and achingly gross. Fevers weren't a THING in Antiva- at least when they were they were not quite so terrible. He frowned in the general direction of the new spirit, eyes narrowed against the green of the fade at the edges of his vision. "And your friends are...?"

Friendly, at least. That much he could tell.
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[personal profile] arachnophobe 2016-04-20 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
The blacksmith looks up, frowning for a moment before he accepts the hammer back.

"Always a pain in my ass," he replies, sounding more tired than he really wants to. "Thanks."

He feels like he's probably seen this bald guy around here and there, maybe once or twice, but the name doesn't really sink in. So he shrugs and heads back to the shield he was dealing with.

"You lookin' for something?"
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[personal profile] colecomfort 2016-04-20 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
He's in both places — but he isn't. She only sees him there, a reflection in a mirror.

"Where is it?" He can feel what she feels, standing in the space, but it feels... unmoored. As if it were a place unconnected to anywhere else.
colecomfort: (always listening)

[personal profile] colecomfort 2016-04-20 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
He paused, turned his face toward her — confused, but complying all the same.

His forehead would be warm. Perhaps a little warmer than might be expected, but not to the level of those that were bedridden.
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[personal profile] failedfirst 2016-04-20 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Once at the fireside Velanna more or less falls back into her nest of blankets and furs, picking up the cup she'd set aside before. She scoffs at his declaration, taking a drink from her own cup and making a face at the taste.

"It's not poison, but it definitely needs more mint."
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[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2016-04-20 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Kain knows too well what she’s saying… his head is pounding and once again there are eerie apparitions on the edge of his vision. He’s dismissing them all as feverish hallucinations, but they’re annoying all the same. It’s probably a worrisome thing to be so ill to be experiencing such visions and sounds, too, really. He glances over at Korrin.

“Well, I’m in shape enough to get out of here.” Too bad he doesn’t and can’t follow up his words with any action whatsoever. Uuugh. “Just give me a moment.” He makes a weak attempt to start moving, pushing himself up, strained and aching the whole time. Nope, that's... not working so well.
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[personal profile] serannas 2016-04-20 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Now I remember why we don't spend much time together," she says with a quirk of her lips. But she too is joking, and she leans back on one hand to look him over. Beyond looking tired (and so strange without his eye makeup), he doesn't look so bad. But whether that's because the illness isn't affecting him much or it's just started, she can't say.

"Would you like to try and sleep?"
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-20 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"It's like I came up with you in a dream." He reaches out to ruffle her hair, crackling a soft laugh between sips of wine. "The ideal pranking partner."

With none of the sexual tension that might come otherwise. "You are a delight. Never let anyone say otherwise."
dragoon_pride: (want to fall)

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2016-04-20 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Kain slashes out at the next target, and of course the moment he so much as aims- not even strikes yet! - it’s gone. Vanished into thin air. Whatever it had been. His spear once again cuts through thin air. Nothing. This whole matter is getting very worrisome. He’s not really enjoying the voices he keeps hearing either. Is something messing with his mind again? If that’s the cause… he ought to fight harder…

But he’s panting heavily, the lance heavy in his hand as he glances over at Rachette, who’s just joined him on this soggy mess of a training ground. “Do I seem that bad off?” He struggles to catch his breath. That… really shouldn’t be taking so much of a toll on him.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-20 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"More of it? I don't recall you ever needing me to heal you." He tilts his head slightly, smiling in confusion. Was his own fever messing with his head that much? "Depends on how bad you are - I can help with any discomforts mostly. Not hours, that's for sure."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-04-20 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, you know, more than what you were offering before." He moves his arm around Sam's waist, sliding his hand a bit too low for comfort.
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[personal profile] noleechesneeded 2016-04-20 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"You? No, I never would have guessed," Simon deadpan teased as he offered the herbal remedy to Zevran first. It wouldn't taste very pleasant, but it should start working to bring the temperature down with rest. It was what Simon had been taking...though he hadn't been allowing himself the 'rest' part of it and leaving him just as worn down as Zevran, the mage just hid it better.

"And them? The big one is thankfully quiet, that's all I've been able to tell. Mostly they just like to watch."

Maker, that didn't sound right at all. Simon grimaced slightly, though the spirit across the table was impressively unmoved. Mostly it seemed interested in whether or not Zevran was actually going to take the offered medicine.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-20 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
'Impressive.'

Sam sighs heavily at that, course Fortitude would be impressed with how much Zevran was enduring. Even if did look like a sweaty furball, with sad puppy eyes. That was dangerous.

"I'm pretty sure you're just going to drink yourself to a drunk sleep and end up feeling worse after. You should honestly be in bed, not wandering around." He knows your room isn't nearby Zevran.
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[personal profile] serannas 2016-04-20 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
While there is a concern that being around these ill people might make her sick too, Ellana isn't about to abandon people in need. There are those who need looking after and Ellana has strength enough to see to it. When she sees Mia holed up in the corner of the tavern sipping broth, she knows very well that she's one of those suffering. And since Mia has forged a place in Ellana's life as something of a big sister, Ellana will now be the doting little sister.

"Mia, you shouldn't be here. You should be under the blankets."
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[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2016-04-20 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Nari is always welcome, but more spirits has her inwardly groaning. Korrin closes her eyes, not really intent on resting so much as just tired of seeing them and Fade-ish things in her vision. It's a little too much for someone who never took that much of an interest in spirits to begin with. If anything, it underscores her sentiment that being a Spirit Healer is not a path for her.

"Yeah, Araceli's right. Just being here is what she needs. And I don't need anything, except for spirits to shut up...." But the Spirit Healers are taxed enough, and she's reluctant to call them over when they have to deal with so many.
gatheringstorm: (so drunk)

[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2016-04-20 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Korrin starts to nod to what Cyril's saying, though that seems to be a bad idea as she winces, somewhat lightheaded. Instead, she takes note of the attention Sam's garnered, eyeing the spirits -minus Fortitude- with a wary gaze. If there's one thing she does not want to handle right now, it's more spirits.

But they've been caught, and Sam's option is likely the only way they'll be able to proceed from this point. She relaxes slightly, able to focus enough to respond. "...alright. It's just to my place, to get my stash. You know the stuff. Even a little will knock us right out and spare you from dealing with us for a while.

Can Fortitude get the others to be quiet, though? All that chatter's not helping."

Those who are seeing things - and should probably be in bed - will notice a form standing around Sam and following him around, or other figures gathering around where he's trying to rest.
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[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2016-04-20 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Korrin almost shakes her head, but manages to stop herself before she either makes herself more lightheaded or gores the table. "Nothing remotely like this, where I'm afraid to move 'cause I'll probably fall over. Mercenary life toughens you up, since there's not a lot of room for coddling. You sink or you swim."

And right now, she felt more akin to sinking than the latter.

Then her brow furrows. "What...wait about the moon? What are you talking about?"
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[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2016-04-20 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
There's certainly enough energy on Korrin's part to watch Kain make his daring attempt, but she huffs as he already shows signs of its predictable end. "You think yourself hardier than a Vashoth? Yeah, that's not happening." Nevermind that she's hardly an example of their typical strong constitution right now. But if she can't handle this, Kain definitely won't.
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2016-04-20 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
She's working, all her focus on the paperwork before her. It's hopelessly muddled already; Cassandra hates paperwork to start with, and with the voices buzzing in her ears and the way her body aches, concentrating is even harder than usual.

She smells the food before she sees it, her nose twitching in interest at the scent of spices and cooked meat, and when the plate appears on her desk, on top of the scattered pages, she looks over at it. She feels sluggish, slow, and she just stares dumbly for a moment before looking up.

She flinches instinctively at the sight of his face, an image flashing into her mind from nowhere - the blood runs from the corner of his mouth as he coughs weakly, his eyes finding hers, apologetic, even as the light fades from them - and then it is gone, and Cassandra smooths her expression, offering a tired smile.

"Malcolm." She looks down at the plate again, shaking her head. "I - thank you. But you do not owe me anything."
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2016-04-20 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
It is a relief when the healers arrive. Cassandra notes them out of the corner of her eye, hurrying to where the injured huddle against the cold, but she is busy coordinating the rescue efforts themselves. She kneels in the snow to talk to those who had been on the caravan, attempting to account for everyone. The thought of someone being overlooked, buried in the avalanche and only discovered months later, when the snow melts away -

It haunts her, voices of fear and of determination whispering in her ear, arguing among themselves, and Cassandra pushes the thought away. One wagon is accounted for. Another, all of its passengers present. The third -

A woman grabs her arm, panicked, and Cassandra leans close to hear, pales, and tears herself away, running for the wreckage. She digs, disappearing for a time (too long) behind the upturned form of a carriage -

When she emerges, she scans the scene, her eyes locking onto Bruce almost immediately. They are not acquainted, but she recognizes him from the healing tents, knows at least vaguely who he is. She marches over, cradling the pale, unconscious form of a little girl to her chest.

"Please." She stops before him, gathering the girl's freezing body close. "Can you help her?"
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-20 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
A hand is quick to grab Cyril's hand and bring it back up, not really thinking about it as he moves it to settle along his side as they walk, figuring it's the fever making his coordination wonky.

"How about you tell me how much healing you want and we'll go from there." At this point he's managed to get them into the tent, and stops near the cot.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-20 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I was trying to prepare myself for the walk to the Valley." Down to where the Grey Wardens camp. To see Alistair, to check in with him. Make certain he isn't doing poorly.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-20 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
"The Valley? Where it's colder than in here and you're wearing at least four layers as it is?" He looks at Zevran a bit skeptically at that. Not to mention he's not holding himself up all that well at the moment. "Zevran, whatever you're going down there for I'm sure it can wait for a little bit. You're not helping yourself by pushing yourself like this."
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-20 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
It tasted awful, but he has swallowed worse things. Nothing he cared to recall in the moment, but worse things none the less. For now he focused on swallowing past the visceral green taste of the potion, tincture, tea- whatever it might have been. "Well you do have lovely hands."

Mumbling attempts at keeping up appearances, were he on his game he'd recommend giving them something to watch- but Zevran wouldn't be here if he were on top of his game.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-20 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
"It needs less mint and more alcohol." As that was the solution to everything in his mind, more or less. "Or less elfroot. After a point you know it stops doing any good, yes?"