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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.
gatheringstorm: (worried)

[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2016-04-22 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, Sina. Korrin manages a small smile, drawing the blanket back up for her. As much as the frail elf woman could benefit from the tea as well, she doesn't have the hart to rouse her. It's a good thing Araceli feels differently. That expression of her kadan's causes her heartache, and her expression is apologetic as she glances back up from Sina. As hard as this is on them, she doesn't want to cause Araceli any more grief than can be helped.

"We'll both have it, then, taking it slow." They certainly don't have the energy for any other pace. "It doesn't have to be Adelaide, specifically. Any Spirit Healer might help, through their spirit friend. Sam or Christine, if they're around. Not Anders." If there's one person she'll never trust near her, even like this, it's him. "...and I'll try. But there isn't a lot to share. Mostly, it's just snippets of things. Glimpses. Not much to go on."
gatheringstorm: (dread)

[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2016-04-22 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Normally, those navigational skills are excellent, honed from years of traveling all over Thedas. The only other time that direction sense was compromised was in the Fallow Mire, which already has disturbing parallels to the situation. Holding out a hand against the wall to steady herself, the Vashoth woman sighs deeply.

"...if I can find them. But if the spirits are crowding those tends even more than they are in the rest of Skyhold, there isn't going to be any relief. I try to block them out, they won't shut up. How do the mediums stand it?" Not that she really wants to know. All this spirit/Fade stuff is beyond her, and she prefers it being in their hands, not hers.
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-04-22 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Um..." Cyril stares off to the side, looking towards one of the forms he can see. "Why? What's happening to other people?"
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-22 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
This time he cannot pretend that he doesn't notice Cyril looking off towards something. "We've been getting a lot of people coming in here saying they're hearing whispers - seeing things."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-22 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
"No, you should expect that you two should be in bed resting. If you're both sick with this strange sickness it isn't good for you to be roaming around." Not just because of the chance of collapsing someplace, but also because moving around just seemed to attract more spirits to the person.

After a time Sam sighs, bringing a hand up to rub at his face. "If I help you go check on him, will you promise to take it easy?"
fleurdesel: left, sad, worried (wrath and ruin)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-04-22 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Me." On more than one occasion. "It was half the reason I was made Enchanter a year or so before even I expected- it made it slightly less mortifying for him when I corrected his poorly researched papers or sloppy assumptions about various schools of magic he had not quite studied as well as he'd thought."

It didn't solve the problem by a long shot- but it did make it easier on him to only have an Enchanter using red ink on his papers than a mere Mage. "Even for a spirit of Justice he is quite...curt."

And that is putting it kindly.

Better composed she dabs at her eyes with her sleeve and smooths her hair out of her face before looking to Anders. "How long have I been asleep?"
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2016-04-22 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
"What?" She looks back, distracted, and in her distraction she hears more voices. Such a kind heart- -But such anger in him!

Cassandra furrows her brows, trying to follow the conversation, but as soon as she tries to listen, both voices dissolve into incomprehensible murmuring. She shakes her head, glancing down at the girl.

"She will be well, then. She will live?"
dragoon_pride: (now the dark begins to rise)

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2016-04-22 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
The leg injury at least had forced to stop, he'd had no choice. It's definitely much more dangerous when he's able to drag himself around, that means he does things like train in the mud and rain when he's feverish and seeing things.

"I can stand this time, that's good enough for me." Though he winces, inwardly cursing the fact that she's more right than he wants to admit. He half crouches, holding his head a moment. "This would be less of a problem if the weather weren't so terrible..."
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2016-04-22 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Cassandra looks suspiciously at Cade for a moment more, and then, with a disgusted noise, turns away.

As she does so, she catches something out of the corner of her eye, and she whips her head around to stare again. Not at Cade, but at the group of creatures surrounding him. They're gone as soon as she tries to look at them, but she had seen them, and she takes a step closer, scanning the empty space behind him.
justice_is_blond: (A small atonement)

[personal profile] justice_is_blond 2016-04-22 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
"My anger," he says apologetically. Justice hadn't been sunshine and daisies to start with, but Anders' anger has corrupted the spirit and edged it toward realms they don't like to think about. And in relation to the other, she does sometimes manage to shut Justice up. Just not as often as would be convenient.

"I kept track of time as well as you did." That's less apologetic. They all need rest. "Closer to three, not nearly at what you could use. But that's the story for all of us, I think."

'It is sufficient.'

Anders holds out a hand to her, in case she'd like assistance up. "Though I'm sure she wouldn't object to you staying there for a while. She's not had an easy night of it."
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[personal profile] justice_is_blond 2016-04-22 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Or the food. It's something in something, rather than disease." Her lack of trying to get up says everything.

"I didn't realize it was Elvhen, though. Old, certainly. What are you seeing that makes it Elvhen?" Other than the old. A lot of old things were made by the Dalish, but he's not exactly familiar with what says Dalish and what says humans when it comes to buildings. At least he knows that if it's underground, it's made by Dwarves.

There's also a good reason to keep asking questions - if she's working to think up answers, she's not working to get up, and she's not paying attention to how much more tired she's getting. Soon she'll be resting, a very rare sight.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-22 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
'Compassion.' Knowing whom it was talking to Fortitude sounded pleased but still confused. 'You feel... different. You are on that side.'

Seeing Cole come down from his roost, he stands up to properly speak. He hums lightly at the words, nodding in agreement. Those who were getting sick were now able to see and hear the residents of the Fade, though that seemed to be the limit to it. "Is it affecting you in any way?"
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[personal profile] disgracedchampion 2016-04-22 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
I...apologize..." because he really wasn't certain what to say, he wasn't sad or upset very often and it was in fact very rare that he found himself in such a state of upset. He usually swallowed such things and moved on, but in this case it was easier said than done. How did one go about describing their heart being tossed around anyway? The emotions he's built upon and attached to Zevran were compounded with frustration, was he truly sad? Or was he on the verge of a break down?

If that was the case he wouldn't be of any use to anyone in such a state. It wasn't something to talk about now, but he would have to get it out of his system before it killed him, "...it is not something you need to be concerned about, we'll discuss it when you're feeling well, yes?"

In the meantime he pushed himself back up and smoothed his hands against Zevran's sides, "what can I do for you right now?"
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[personal profile] apostasia 2016-04-22 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
The more she presses back, the more she can see where his roots are growing in underneath; the translucence of true white hair, a bit muddied by his sweat and the running dye. His grimace is dulled by how much he quite likes the steady pressure of her hand there, soothing, easy.

"I wore it longer," he murmurs. "White. I was a different man."

Perhaps a more striking one - but Martel is a striking man, changing his hairstyle hasn't changed that entirely.
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[personal profile] apostasia 2016-04-22 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Martel jerks slightly at her voice, pulled mercifully from dreams that have become too familiar to linger in him when he wakes; the same shadows are there that always are, and that's simply the way of it, now. His dreams blend memory with horrors conjured by his guilt, his fears, and, well. He's lived with the man he is for a long time.

(A little longer than anticipated.)

"Adelaide," he says, squinting at her. Yes. Good. Well done.
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[personal profile] ungovernable 2016-04-22 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Maker's breath, just what she needs--

and that's even mostly in earnest, the cool cloth against her skin, for all that exasperation colours her roughened voice when she gripes, "I am a necromancer, Teren," because nothing rouses Benevenuta quicker than something she isn't good at.

And - all things being equal - she is a terrible healer.
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[personal profile] colecomfort 2016-04-22 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
His consciousness turns in the direction hers is indicating.

"Would we have to swim?" The dream feels paper-thin, hollow, but he has no control over it. If anyone has the right to make the rules, it's her.
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[personal profile] onlyhymns 2016-04-22 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Her reaction isn't unusual, but it still stings.
Cade looks down at the digger, then notices Cassandra looking at him again-- or... near him? When she takes a step toward him, he cautiously asks, "Seeker?"
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[personal profile] eolasemah 2016-04-22 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think so," Sina replies, resigned. There's no swimming that.
"I tried once, I think," she muses, "but I just... sank, and sank. I was pulled out by a being of light." Compassion, not that she knows its name. "I don't know if I'd be so lucky again."
amygdalae: the storm lies in your hands. (you're only a victim of your own mind)

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[personal profile] amygdalae 2016-04-22 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Bruce sits on the chair after its shoved at him, feeling just a little bit regretful at his unintended snap. Even if he wants to tell himself that Anders deserves it anyway... he really doesn't. Bruce knows he's the last person to judge but the anger just keeps getting in the way, especially when this whole issue is just too personal to him.

He takes the time after he's settled to calm himself, attempting to wash away the images that he saw earlier. Chains and darkness, caged and enclosed--the memories of those stir something inside of him that Bruce very much would rather keep hidden.

In the silence between them its easy enough to hear the warning growls of Rage lurking right underneath the surface, reacting to the sights and of Bruce's own memories that the man is now trying to suppress.
amygdalae: that can never be filled (there's a hole in my heart)

[personal profile] amygdalae 2016-04-22 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Her responses were... strange, which makes Bruce consider it for a moment. There was that illness that had started to break out across everyone within the Inquisition - was she affected too? It would be rather bad if that was the case...

"...yes, she will, with some care and effort." Bruce glances back down as he says that, taking a blanket from the pile he had with him and draping it over the girl. She was going to need some attention from the mage healers but for now, this would do. "It's good you brought her over now. It would have been harder the later she was attended to."
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[personal profile] qunari 2016-04-22 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Bull sees him wobbling over -- impossible to miss, really -- and one arm shifts as Zevran flumps over, leaving him room to curl in comfortably. He barely takes up any room beside the Qunari, though he can feel him shivering.

Well. That's one way of staying warm, anyway. A scarred brow arches.

"Hello to you too."

Concerned as he might be, he still smirks down at the elf like nothing's amiss, like he's just had too much to drink and is a little more loose-limbed than usually. But it's good that he's here. Easier to keep an eye on him that way.

Too much weird shit going around right now for his liking.
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[personal profile] qunari 2016-04-22 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why's it always got to be about setting shit on fire with you mages?"

It really helps that he wasn't that far away when the message came through, urgent enough that Bull had wasted no time in arriving. This wasn't precisely what he'd expected to find, but given the state of most of the people in Skyhold right now? Not all that big a surprise.

A look is exchanged with Adelaide before he moves to crouch alongside the two, ignoring the crack in his knee as he does so. "Sure you wouldn't rather be somewhere a little more comfortable? I mean, since you're dying and all."
demonicbeauty: (Annoyed)

[personal profile] demonicbeauty 2016-04-22 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I meant for you," she said stubbornly. "There must be something that'll refresh you. Some kind of...sustenance."

Some kind of comfort, really.

She was determined not to leave him as he was. Any small thing she could do to help him would be enough, but she couldn't do nothing.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-22 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I would not fall to my death, don't be ridiculous." He's over tripping down stairs and out of windows, he has been over it for the better part of a decade. How dare she-

Of course that's when the vertigo kicks in and he needs to slump forward, bracing his face in his hands against the wave of dizziness. "...I suppose I must remain here, then."