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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.
wontforgetyou: (faintly worried)

[personal profile] wontforgetyou 2016-04-22 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, that didn't help matters much. If anything, it served to make his confusion that much more pointed, and this time he wound up making a full circle as he turned around in place, something that made him feel just a touch dizzy. Maybe he shouldn't do that again. Once he stopped moving that felt a little better, though, and he was able to refocus on the other man.

"They all look like they're moving normally to me."

Except maybe those ones that he kept seeing out of the corner of his eyes, but those couldn't be real. Given how warm he was feeling right now, he was probably imagining them. It wouldn't be the first time...and if Maxwell was seeing something like that too, then maybe there was a reason why he didn't seem to care that he was sitting in the mud.

"Look, are you feeling alright? You don't look so good. Maybe we should go to the healers."
ombranera: (So an elf and a dwarf walk to a bar)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-22 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, my dying or Alistair being sad? It's a little late for the second." Duncan, the Blight, Jonas, Orlais, the whole possibly dying thing. Alistair's life may not be a complete mess but he is...not in the best place.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-22 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes." Using the crystals is one thing but he knows Alistair can sound fairly normal even with a seeping gut wound or concussion. He does not trust the man to be honest with how poorly he might be feeling.
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2016-04-22 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whatever they are, they are distracting. And mostly unpleasant," Cassandra says flatly. Not all, certainly. There have been quiet murmurings of faith and righteousness, as well. But those of doubt and fear seem to take hold much more readily.

She lifts an eyebrow, looking at Malcolm somewhat disbelievingly. "Are you saying I glow, Malcolm?"
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[personal profile] colecomfort 2016-04-22 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It was more of a happy accident that he managed to hit upon that memory — still, Cole knows when he's found something that will help. Remembering good times, better ones. Something to think of while she waits for the fever to break, to maybe sweeten her dreams when she sleeps.

"Rain didn't always bring bad things," he reminds her, slipping sideways to another memory. "Rhythm on the windowpanes, books and games in the drawing room. The way Simon frowns when I win, it feels like a smile."
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2016-04-22 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good." Cassandra slumps in relief, the taut tension dissipating, but the woman it leaves in her place doesn't look much better. Without the girl to focus her energy on, it seems to drain out of her entirely, leaving her pale and shaky. She slides down to sit on the ground, leaning heavily on one hand. "I should tell her mother." But she makes no move to do so.
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[personal profile] tactical_alert 2016-04-22 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm certainly saying you at least have glows around you. When one is not paying attention. Right now to me you simply have the glow that comes with fever." He waves aside his bland attempt at humour. So noted, only funny when he's giving his usual gallows humour.

"Even the pleasant ones are unpleasant. They're not for us to see, or anyone else. I don't care what spirits happen to think I'm particularly of interest--it seems...personal, in a way, that others should see."
wontforgetyou: (faintly puzzled)

[personal profile] wontforgetyou 2016-04-22 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Ah, er, hello, Hope."

He has no idea if she can even hear him, let alone respond to him, but it seems like it's the polite thing to do - even if he does feel a bit daft doing it. Asking about the elfroot is a good thing, however, as it reminds him why he came over in the first place. He's about to hand it over when he feels the presence of something else nearby, and he turns his head slightly, seeing another figure looking at him almost curiously. It's like Hope but not like Hope, and he winds up tilting his head and looking back at it longer than he means to. Long enough, in fact, that it takes him the better part of a minute before he re-realizes that he's still got the elfroot in his hands. Shaking his head to clear it gives him a chance to refocus, and he finally gets around to offering the bundle out to Kallian.

"Sorry. Yes, this is for you. I was told you could do with some more of this, although no-one'd mentioned Hope. Er, is there a reason why she knows who I am?"
wontforgetyou: (ooh my head)

[personal profile] wontforgetyou 2016-04-22 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
What she's saying does make sense. He knows enough about mercenaries to know that it does take a fair amount of fortitude to deal with what they deal with. If you get sick you still have a job to do, and after awhile he imagines that the small illnesses likely wouldn't even register as anything other than something to be pushed aside in order to focus on the things that are important - and he winds up nodding along with her words.

It's something he winds up regretting, though, because even that small movement is enough to make his head swim. Not badly, since he's keeping from moving anything too vigorously, but it's still enough to get him to close his eyes and press his fingers to his forehead for a few seconds.

"Ooh, my head." There's a brief grimace, but then he opens his eyes again and lets his hand fall back to rest on the table. "Sorry, you wanted to know what I was talking about?"
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-22 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes a bit of shifting and rearranging of the blankets around him until he can press his cheek against warm Qunari skin. Ah, bliss. "Hello, Toro."

It's not his smoothest or even most coherent line, but it's monosyllabic and he can manage that much easily enough without too much thought. Or. Wakefulness. But he's not ill. Ill elves cannoth old conversation! He clearly can. "How have you been?"

See? Conversation.
ombranera: (Well if that is how you feel...)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-22 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"You do not need to apologize. Tell me how to make you smile." Wait, that shouldn't have been what he said. How to cheer you up was- that was sentiment, not sex. But he could not offer anything sensual while this ill and finds himself hopelessly sentimental, if confused, in the face of Michel's upset.

And part of it is habit. Please the human to earn his own peace of mind. He's had to do it plenty with Taliesin throughout his life- a decade long break from that mentality hasn't done much to erase it.

"More water, I think. And an elfroot potion to help with the fever- there should be one in my desk."
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[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2016-04-22 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Jamie's reaction to his own nodding earns him a sympathetic look from Korrin, who has been trying her best to move as little as possible. It's a weird state for her, rather used to the opposite. But her head -and the rest of her- won't allow it right now, not without a lot of lightheadedness and a trip back to the healing tents.

"It helps not to move. If you ask for something strong, that might take the edge off and knock you out, too. It might be better than listening to spirits natter or seeing Fade bullshit." She's not there quite yet, but when Korrin gets desperate enough, she'll resort to that plan. "You and Kain both, talking about the moon. First time he mentioned it, I thought it was just the drink talking, but he confirmed it when sober. It's crazy to think about, people going there."

More crazy than people coming from the Fade, yes. This is Thedas.
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[personal profile] wontforgetyou 2016-04-22 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't the first time he'd managed to startle someone since he'd arrived here, by a long shot, but Lacey's reaction was one of the more spectacular ones. Enough so, in fact, that it takes his brain a few seconds to catch up with what she's doing. His first instinct is to reach out to try and steady her before she winds up falling, and he's halfway to doing that when he sees her hand half-lifted in the air in what's clearly an attempt to warn him not to get too close. It does get him to stop, but the look of concern on his face doesn't go away.

"S-sorry. I'd not meant to startle you. Only..." He looked up at the sky, the clouds grey and swollen, threatening yet more rain, and a grimace crossed his face before he looked back down at her. "Look, I know you've no idea who I am, but you'd fallen asleep, and I don't think it's such a good idea to be sleeping out here at the moment. Especially when you're looking a wee bit, erm, flushed."

Not that he was really looking all that much better himself, and he knew it, but he could ignore that for the moment in favor of reaching up and scratching at the side of his neck, a faintly apologetic look replacing the grimace from earlier.

"Ah, no offense."
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[personal profile] disgracedchampion 2016-04-22 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Michel wasn't aware that he was leaning forward, he could only feel it, he could feel his lips press against Zevran's gently and they were warmer than normal reminding him that his companion was ill. He withdrew after holding it for a moment, eyes heavy, hands coating their way up to rest on bare shoulders, "you're more important..."

Besides, Michel was used to keeping a straight face...well whatever expression he was wearing probably wasn't straight, but neither was smiling.

"That I can do...I have an ointment as well that might be soothing," and without questioning it, almost as if it was automatic, the Chevalier set to work, elfroot potion... and water. He also rummaged around in his own clothing for the ointment he kept and returned to the bed shortly.
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[personal profile] rebelenchanter 2016-04-22 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Does he need another reason? We're already giving him one together, I suppose in a way it evens out," after all Fiona could not see how revealing herself to Alister could possibly make him anything but miserable in the end. He would either lose his mind or it would shut him down.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-22 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"How would this make him sad? Well. Knowing he is half Orlesian may bother him a bit, he does so take joy in being staunchly Fereldan. Perhaps this will finally give me the excuse I need to convince him to let me oil his hair properly. He did not get your natural beauty." Is that a strange thing to say to your brother's mother?

It is, isn't it.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-22 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The kiss wasn't as surprising as it ought to be- Zevran knew he made a compelling image when he held himself just so- even with the scars. No, it was not the contact that gave him a moment's pause-

It was what Michel said afterward. That he was more important.

Sentiment.

Before he could say anything to ruin the moment Michel was already moving to serve without question; part of that warmed him. The rest renamed staunchly confused. This was not how things went for him. One day, perhaps, he would become accustomed to Michel surprising him. Today was not that day.
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[personal profile] rebelenchanter 2016-04-22 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"It will be a weight on him, on top of all of the other burdens he has to bear...and..." she wanted to keep a stern expression with him, a stern presence in front of him, but she felt those stern features quirk and shook her head, "...and quit trying to be cute."
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[personal profile] disgracedchampion 2016-04-22 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Michel let Zevran settle in with his potion and water before moving again toward the basin filled with water that was now luke warm. Soaking the cloth and wringing it out, he returned to Zevran, mopping his skin with it. This was not the same as a bath, but it was better than letting the sweat sit on his skin. It should make him comfortable, Michel wanted him to be comfortable at least, wiping him down in silence. That Zevran was allowing the Chevalier to take care of seemed to improve his spirits considerably, his eyes softer, his expression gentle for a warrior.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-22 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do not try to be cute, I am cute." He was adorable. "If anything it should be news that comes with a meal. I will cook- all the more reason for this to wait until I am well. What dish says 'family reunion' in Ferelden or Orlais?"
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[personal profile] rebelenchanter 2016-04-22 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Fiona raised her eyebrow at this skeptically, knowing well enough that this was someone who could have others eating out of his palm if he truly wanted to. In fact she was sure of it, "oh? Well if you are to prepare a meal then I might recommend something that can be served cold."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-22 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It seemed he was finding himself in this situation a lot, but knowing Zevran would probably attempt this one way or another, he'd rather see the man safe rather than finding him later in worse shape - he didn't fancy going 'I told you so'.

"Fine," he says softly, carefully moving Zevran to lean back on the chair rather than himself since he was getting up. He's tired, and feeling rather warm himself, but he's doing better than most, which he assumes is thanks to Fortitude and casting some rejuvenation spells on himself.

"So what's following you?" he asks, reaching out to help Zevran to his feet. He's known about the form standing off to the side watching them, he has plenty doing so from time to time himself.
ombranera: (so if we must speak seriously...)

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-22 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Not the same as a bath- but it helped him feel slightly less gross, a little more settled in his skin. Between that and the water, a swig or two of the elfroot potion- he wasn't better entirely but he was decidedly less miserable. Something in having a human serve that wasn't healer or Alistair struck a chord- how Michel slipped into it so easily, how he seemed to calm in being able to offer this...

An idea popped up and he was not one to ignore it. "I have not combed my hair since this morning- it feels a mess."
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[personal profile] arsebiscuit 2016-04-22 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"First one. Second puts you off the good list."

And now he was sounding like her. Maker. That...mm. Gave her ideas.

"But all's forgiven if you do me next time you're in Bela's bed. If you don't go and get offed by these sniffles first."
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[personal profile] ombranera 2016-04-22 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"...I don't know if she'd find that hilarious or hot. Probably both." He snorts a soft laugh, patting her back. "I'll do it, just to see her face."