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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.
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[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2016-04-27 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Korrin's pace is less steady, the lightheadedness having her wobble here and there and needing a moment to be sure she's not going to faceplant before continuing. But she seems determined to not be more of a burden than necessary, especially with someone who's not of a size that can easily support her should she fall. Hopefully Taas or Metaari are still well enough if that happens, though she'll do her damned to make it there instead of needing their help.

Her brow furrows as she tries to process what Leliana's saying through that brain-fog. "Fighting yourselves? Maker, that sounds so bizarre. Echoes are one thing, but that's an entirely different level of weird."
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[personal profile] wontforgetyou 2016-04-27 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right."

He took a few steps forward, moving to Maxwell's side and starting to bend over. As he did so, his head swam, and he had to close his eyes for a moment, but then he determinedly pushed the dizziness aside and reached out for the other man, meaning to at least get him up and out of the mud if at all possible.

"Sounds to me like you've that fever that's going around, but I'm no healer. Come on, man, we need to get you up if nothing else. Sitting around in mud'll not do anyone any good."
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[personal profile] bookish_lioness 2016-04-27 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mass hallucinations aren't unheard of," she offers, mostly because she doesn't want to deal with the possibility of there being demons on the loose. As it is, she's already jumpy, looking around dark corners and occasionally slowing a bit to make sure there's nothing hiding in the darkness. It's ridiculous, really, considering that she's had enough experience with demons to know that most of them aren't exactly the sort to lie in wait when they could just as easily attack, but she's not exactly in her most logical mindset at the moment.

She stops entirely at Korrin's question, pausing to look around. "I don't think so?" Granted, the fact that Hermione's asking means that she can't necessarily be trusted, especially when she continues on in a different direction when she starts walking again, carefully maneuvering Korrin the whole while. "Though I suppose this way might be shorter...."
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[personal profile] kallian_endris 2016-04-27 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
She takes the little bundle.
"Thank you. We'll put it to good use."

With the cloth over her nose and mouth, it's hard to tell if she's blushing or flushed, but her gaze flickers downward demurely.
"As for Hope... You've seen her before. Sort of. At the rift. But she's been with me for years. Just... Now everyone can see that we have a connection. Before, it was only others like me."

She looks back at him, eyes bright.
"How are you doing, Jamie? Not overworking yourself, I hope?"
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[personal profile] colecomfort 2016-04-27 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't eat." A simple fact, simply stated. And now he could feel her attention like a weight, too heavy, misplaced. "It's all right. I can help them, still."

He was capable. So long as she was, it would be better for her to focus on them instead.
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[personal profile] kallian_endris 2016-04-27 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Kallian nods.
"Born and raised in Denerim's alienage. But I admit being surprised myself at how many Dalish are here. They seem like good people, though."

She pauses, considering the other woman's accent.
"Are... you Fereldan too?"

Kallian brings over a small skin of water and offers it to Vasran.
"It's not much, but you're welcome to try just a little water... See if it helps..."
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[personal profile] demonicbeauty 2016-04-27 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
She frowned a little bit, tossing her braid over her shoulder and moving near to him as she distributed the linens in her arms. "You don't eat or you can't eat?" she asked.

There were dozens of species out there that didn't need food. But plenty of them ate even so. It was a way of...refreshing. Renewing.

Connecting.
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[personal profile] eolasemah 2016-04-27 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Sina nods. Completely independent of her mind and body, the shard is the most energetic part of her, behaving the same as always even as her physical form wilts around it.

"I'm glad you're here," she sighs, always somewhat reassured by his presence. She understands the Fade, to a degree, and Cole as a being makes a strange kind of sense to her even if she can't quite put her finger on why.

[personal profile] dressmaking 2016-04-27 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Lacey doesn't like displaying anything that might be construed as weakness in public. Part of it is just her upbringing, and part of it is that she's had to pretend to be confident even when she doesn't feel it for over a decade. A little fever is nothing to be so concerned over. Really, it's not.

She glances up at the sky when he mentions rain; she'd noticed that before, the gray clouds starting to swell with impending storm, but hadn't thought much of it at the time. He's probably right — they've had enough rain already to last them weeks — but at the same time, overheated as she is, she almost feels as if a little rain might be nice.

"I can't say I've paid them much attention," she says, sounding casual, though really the mention of spirits alarms her a bit. Is that what she's been hearing and been seeing out of the corner of her eye? To say Lacey is unfamiliar with the paranormal or magical is an understatement. Even things that seem magical in her world are typically just Capitol technology. Spirits and magic and mages and this shard of whatever it is in her hand... none of that really makes much sense to her yet.

"Lacey. Lacey Harwood. What's yours?"
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[personal profile] colecomfort 2016-04-27 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The patient shivered as Cole switched out their blanket. He ran his thumb across their forehead.

"Light from the window illuminated her face. So dark, and all I could see was her," he murmured.

...she'd asked him a question.

"I — don't know if I could." No one had ever asked him that before. "I don't need it."
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[personal profile] aggregiopavali 2016-04-27 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
He looked at where she was pointing, but turned back to her frowning. "I don't see anything there," he admitted, wondering just how close to the Fade she was walking.

The sense of relief that flowed through him when she took his hand was immeasurable. She felt warm though, far warmer than she should. "They do," he agreed as much to get her to focus on him instead of this Black City she saw. "I... I miss you too." It was true. He hated fighting with her, even though it was for good reasons to his mind. Anders could never be trusted.
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2016-04-27 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She shrugs off the thanks, gaze turning up to the demons mulling about. She supposed that she ought to keep an eye on them. Make sure that they're not bugging anyone else, whispering into their ears. But at the same time, what could she do, save prodding the people that they bothered, like the man in front of her? She turned to him, nodding when he spoke, brow furrowed in thought.

"That does make sense. I don't think almost anyone can see them when they're in the Fade, and we're not. That's part of the Veil, I suppose. If we could see past it normally, it'd probably be called...The glass, or something. No, that sounds ridiculous." She paused, shaking her head. She's fairly sure that he doesn't want to listen to her ramble on about nothing. "I just supposed that it would be easier, if you could tell apart demons from spirits. It's easy, when they're on this side, but in the Fade..." She shrugs.

"At least, that's what I hear. I'm no mage, so this is all...very new for me." She turned her gaze to the rest of the tavern, eyeing spirits that watched the people there. "Not that I'm complaining. It's pretty interesting, isn't it? Getting a chance to sort of, ah. Get a chance to see through the Veil, without it being torn."
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2016-04-27 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
If there were anyone for Anders to slip in poor taste around, Beleth wouldn't be the worst person, at least. As far as jokes about rampaging spirits are concerned, in any matter.

She shrugs when he asks about her hearing Justice. "I can kind of hear him. And...see him, a little. But it's weird. It's different than how other people have spirits with them. Like Sam and Fortitude. But--Well. I know he can hear me, he can do it through you. I need to figure out how to speak to spirits who...don't have a person to lend a hand." Which was a polite way to say possess. Speaking of which:

"I thought it took blood magic to possess people who aren't mages...? But--Well. Either way, I'll be careful. And you'll be watching." She seemed confident enough in Anders, at least. "I acknowledge that I don't have a lot of experience in this area, so just let me know if anything...odd starts to happen." She paused, considering. "I'll speak to Hope."

Without further ado, she plunks down next to the cot in the corner Anders had indicated, closing her eyes. It wasn't hard to unfocus enough to be able to hear--It'd been tricky at first, but spend enough time practicing, and you learned how to let your mind drift, so you could hear--but not too much. Now talking, and hearing like that--That might be tricky.

"You're Hope," Might as well start with getting the spirit's attention. "Why are you so drawn to this woman? What makes her special to you?" And that carries on for a little bit, and it becomes apparent easily enough that the elf is having an actual conversation--if somewhat muddled. Still, she seems pleased by her ability to hold a discussion with the spirit.
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[personal profile] singularwill 2016-04-27 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
His touch is incredibly light, fingers pressing just above the shard, before glowing a gentle blue. A long moment passes, until he pulls his hand away and smiles at her.

"There. That should soothe it, for now. I realise it may be of less relief, in the midst of illness, but there was no reason to leave you to suffer doubly."
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[personal profile] mythalenaste 2016-04-27 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm a mage." It's unnerving as hell, but not entirely a surprise. "I know how to shut them out. Don't worry."

She re-chills the cloth and presses it to Cyril's forehead. "Ignore it, vhenan. It has no more power than it is given."
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[personal profile] eolasemah 2016-04-27 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Adelaide has done something similar in the past, but this time it feels a little different. She can't place how, but also doesn't care; the relief is enough.

"Serannas," she breathes, and another tired smile follows. "You know about them," she continues in a whisper, careful not to overexert herself, "what can we do?"
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[personal profile] demonicbeauty 2016-04-27 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe you should try," she suggested carefully. "I know that a cool drink, a swallow of juice that invigorate someone. It might help you feel a little bit better."

Which would in turn, she hoped, help him to make others feel a little more comfortable.

The way he was muttering to himself...it was a little frightening.
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2016-04-27 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
When the woman blurs and rises away, Beleth jerks her hand back, looking startled, as if she had caused some kind of actual damage to that beautiful vision. Then she all but jumps out of her seat when the crows startle, despite that Beleth knows them well enough she should be used to them and their noises. There's a strange air in the room, and she casts an apprehensive look at Galadriel. The elf seemed--uneasy. Should Beleth fetch another blanket? Wake her?

But Beleth finds herself too caught up in the dream, the memory, to be able to do much of anything but sit and watch. More women, more elves that were undoubtedly of Galadriel's world. More who looked like everything the elves had once had and lost, so long ago. No, she can't bring herself to wake Galadriel up just yet, not when she has this chance to see the kinds of things that her people hoped to restore.

But then it gets dark, and it gets--what was the word for it? Foreboding. Beleth scoots her chair closer to Galadriel's, as if the sleeping woman would protect her, huddling in her chair and drawing her legs up. Still, she watches quietly, a hand once again reaching out to touch the darkness, remind herself that they haven't moved, that they couldn't possibly be anywhere but still within Skyhold.

"And what is this...?"
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[personal profile] judgemewhole 2016-04-27 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
James opens his mouth, closes it, and states gallantly, "I have no idea."

There had to be some innocence left in the world. He'd preserve it even if it meant not explanations about manipulations and how people could use people - even by fake concern.
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[personal profile] sunshinethroughgrey 2016-04-27 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
She had to be dreaming. There was no way any of this was real. So if this was a dream, she at least could say what she wanted to say, and do what she wanted to do. She took both his hands, her hands like an inferno in his as she met his worried gaze with her own fevered one.

"You have to know ... you have to know I just wanted to protect you. I knew what would happen if you killed Anders - Nathaniel would kill you, or the Inquisition would put you in prison, and I couldn't ... I couldn't let them cage you again. I'm so sorry, Fenris."

She swallows against the lump in her throat, trying to keep the tears away. "I hope you forgive me someday."
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[personal profile] demonicbeauty 2016-04-27 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She smiled slightly. It wasn't very often that Ariadne found herself capable of robbing a man of his words. Not with her own.

It was a little fun.

With a tiny bob of her head, she took her basket of herbs back from him. Unceremoniously, she stood up on her tip-toes, giving him a swift kiss on the cheek. "Be well, Lord Norrington," she said.
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[personal profile] judgemewhole 2016-04-27 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, she had gotten him into a place where he feared to tread. As women often did with him.

Sigh. He was hopeless.

He gave her a surprised look at the kiss, before one corner of his mouth lifted up. "And you as well, Lady Everdeen. Good luck with your herbs."
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[personal profile] demonicbeauty 2016-04-28 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
With a graceful curtsy--hiding a grin--she turned around and hurried away, her braid thumping softly against her back.
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[personal profile] pinprick 2016-04-28 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Tea." He doesn't trust most water, as a rule. "Or beer."

Justice's voice is blurring now, less intelligible the more he tries to listen.

"I can't tell if the pounding in my head is fever, or him. Tell him to stay out of human matters so long as he's not a human, thank you."
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[personal profile] chainlightning 2016-04-28 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Your hair doesn't change who you are."

Her nails scratch lightly at his scalp now, running in whirls and spirals. She's careful, at least, not to tangle his hair into knots.

"Though I did compare you to a halla, and we do have legends of a golden one. I suppose the hair color does change the halla, in that case."

Fever rambles, but they're at least somewhat relevant. "Can I see, someday? Perhaps when we are done with the Inquisition, when we go on our trip." Because she is holding you to that, Martel.