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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] motherfucking_ghost 2016-04-29 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmmmmmeh." What a dignified sound. "I could've told you that. That I have a fever. Even with a new body I could've probably told you that." Shush Church. "Am I dying? Because if I'm not dying I probably don't need to be escorted to the nurse's office. Just...food. Starve a cold, feed a fever, right?"
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-29 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
That Cyril only has that to say is a bit concerning. He always has something to say, and most of the time it's something to make him blush. Sam reaches out to press a hand to Cyril's forehead then, feeling out just how bad the fever was. It's bad to hear that Cyril had picked up that weird illness, but at least he knew what the issue was.

"Have you been able to sleep or eat anything since you got sick?"
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-29 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Guess that is a bit of a silver lining." Even so it was strange to see Zevran like this, far more used to the elf being a lot more lively. "You know which tent is his right?" he asks, leading them to the door then outside, taking a moment to make sure Zevran was still stable on his feet. He's already dealt with some others that couldn't quite get their thoughts together - if Zevran was that bad he really needed to be in bed.
fleurdesel: left, surprised, sad, confused (Do no harm- remember?)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-04-29 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"River..." Adelaide's lips press thin, something twisting uncomfortably in her chest. "It won't be silent. Peaceful- but not silent. The fade will still be yours- it'll be a little more empty for awhile, that is all."

Talking Spirits into leaving the area, into letting River rest- it'll take time but it is something they can manage if it helps.
fleurdesel: left, smile, smirk, confused, sarcastic (The punchline is...?)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-04-29 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Not as bad as it could be. Their fever is breaking." Little by little with nudges from Compassion, time, and the cold wash of magic between her palm and their skin- but it was breaking. She could not do this for everyone but those that seemed on the edge of delirium, those at most risk? She might tend to. "Thank you."
fleurdesel: right, confused, angry, sarcastic (Honestly. You. You are what's wrong.)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-04-29 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Church." That is the Disappointed Enchanter Voice. The sound of a fondly exasperated woman putting more exasperation in one word, one name, than one could consider possible.
fleurdesel: right, serious, tired, angry (Leaning away)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-04-29 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I can sustain myself long enough to find the source of this illness." She muttered, even as she slumped back into her chair and took a bite of toast. Not petulantly- LeBlancs were not petulant. She was tired, that was all. "I have gone farther on less."
fleurdesel: right, serious, angry, work (Some time to work)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-04-29 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"We are producing poultices and potions for the fever as quickly as possible- I think we can spare a few batches for the valley." There's an empty crate she can fill with both, and balms, and compresses, and tonics- everything she could think of that they might have in surplus to help those they couldn't reach normally. "No."

Lying at this point is not only impossible, but laughable. "There is too much to be done. I rest when I can."
fleurdesel: right, smirk, angry, confused, sarcastic (Forgive me if I don't trust you)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-04-29 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"A healer's work is never done." Adelaide sighs, combing her hair out of her face and attempting to straighten her kirtle from their state of perpetual wrinkle. She hasn't had time to do much other than work in the past few days- this moment of rest notwithstanding. But an answer will be found.

And this will pass. All such bouts of fever do.

"Shall we?"
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[personal profile] motherfucking_ghost 2016-04-29 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Wow, does that ever sound familiar." That is indeed a dopey smile on his face. Memories! "So are you sick from dealing with all the sickies in your tents?"
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-29 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Honestly Korrin if you're that bad you should be staying in bed. Or at the very least going no where near the ramparts." He was really did not want to hear about someone falling off a wall or anything, less so people he knew. "Well with how you two are you shouldn't need a whole lot, and I'm certainly not having any." It would be rather bad that one of the healers up and drank themselves into a drunk coma, not to mention he was keeping an eye on the two of them.

Noticing just how much Cyril was using him to steady himself, Sam reaches out to place a hand on the elf's back. "You doing alright so far Korrin?" She looked like she was having to think more about things than normal, but she hadn't lurched forward or anything yet.
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[personal profile] judgemewhole 2016-04-29 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, but we need you alive on the other side of finding the source as well." James said tartly, as he made sure to nudge the tea towards her, as he pushed himself up, and went to the window.

"Maker ... still raining. Where is all this damned water coming from, anyways?"
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[personal profile] pinprick 2016-04-29 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know." Anders being so close is very hot. Very, very hot and sweaty, and Nathaniel squirms away a bit. "I'll try. Apologies if I throw up on you."

He doesn't let go of his hand. Yes, everything makes him hot, but he still wants to hold his hand. He likes this hand. It's one of the few things that doesn't hurt or make him nauseous right now.
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[personal profile] obi_wanmanshow 2016-04-29 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
He isn't entirely sure where he's going, to be honest. But, even if he doesn't know the exact location of Cassandra's bedroom, he knows where to find tea, and honey, and who to ask, to find his ultimate destination. One of the perks of kindness, and of being undemanding, is a willing friend among the invisible, he's found.

Obi-Wan's first knock on Cassandra's door is altogether polite. The second attempt is a little more intentional— louder, at least. If she didn't wake, if she couldn't answer, he'd open it, and go in.
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-04-29 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Not really," Cyril responds as he leans a bit into the touch. "It's been difficult."
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[personal profile] universal_charm 2016-04-29 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Normally Kirk would have watched the other man undress, admired the way his body moved as each inch of skin was revealed. But for once he kept his eyes closed and savored the feel of a mattress instead, crude though it was. He didn't have the energy to keep himself interested in much else, though he did glance up as Sam came to the bed and sat.

"You see him too?" Kirk asked him, hoping he didn't sound entirely crazy as he twisted on his side to look at Sam, faintly noting the play of muscle, a thought in the back of his mind saying how much he would very like to run his hands across his back and shoulders.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-29 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Which one? Or do you mean both?" He could understand not wanting to eat when you were sick, but it could get dangerous if it went on for too long. Sleeping... Sam can definitely relate to that being hard to get.
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-04-29 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Cyril answers, without even realizing that's unhelpful.
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[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2016-04-29 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"You have as much as you need, Cyril. And I wouldn't go to the ramparts on purpose." But in her mind-fogged state, seeking to find that one area that will mystically be free of spirits and demons to overhear? Yeah, it could happen. "Besides, that's the whole point of this, to find something to keep me in bed. Knocking me out is the only way, even with Fortitude's help."

She nods respectfully to Sam's spirit helper, though nearly stumbles as a result. Remember, mobile leaning platform. "You tell me, Sam. As long as I'm not knocking you or Cyril over, I hope that means I'm doing alright. But now comes the tricky part." Stairs.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-29 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm?" Sam twists in his spot, leaning back on a hand to help hold him up as he did so. 'Him'? His eyes glance over towards where Fortitude is, which was silently watching from where it was, before turning amber eyes back to Kirk. "You've caught that weird illness going around Skyhold," he muses out loud.

Sighing a bit, Sam shifts to sit sideways on the bed, lifting a leg up and folding it in front of him as the other stayed on the floor to support him. "Yes, I can see it, though normally I cannot, nor should others. That is Fortitude - my spirit partner. It helps me with my healing and spells."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-29 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Sam is usually pretty good in respecting people's space, but by nature he's a contact friendly guy. Not only that but recently with everyone being sick he's gotten used to having to grab people before they started falling down. Seeing Hermione lean into him at the small amount of contact has him becoming more aware that perhaps she was already sick.

He would say it was good that she had learned, but at hearing an unfamiliar name being said and directed at him, he raises a brow. Harry? "A friend or... someone from your world?" he asks, making sure to keep an arm out to help support her if she started leaning again. "Let's get out of the rain," he offers, lightly touching Hermione's back to coax her to move.
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[personal profile] universal_charm 2016-04-29 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I thought I was hallucinating from sleep deprivation," he sighed, rubbing at his eyes, not liking the idea of having caught something instead, though he had been suspecting that too. But he hardly thought he was bad enough to bother the healers about it, so he had put it off. Then again, he put off most trips to the doctors regardless.

"Fortitude," he repeated, as if that was the strangest part of the whole thing. He twisted more, leg stretching out, brushing against Sam's (and entirely debatable if it was intentional or not). "He's not very clear, to be honest. Like, a fuzzy smudge," he yawned. He had many questions about it, but it was so hard to formulate them, to make his tongue push them out past his lips.

He twisted himself, pushing up to drag the furs and blankets down so he could wriggle himself beneath. "Come on, you getting in?"
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[personal profile] wontforgetyou 2016-04-29 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"A giant w...och, no. Now, mind you, I'd thought once that some of these things were flying beasties, but they're more like special ships. Only ones that can sail in the stars rather than on the seas."

Although an airship could possibly look like a great big whale, now that he thought about it. Now that would be a flying beastie for sure...

A faintly distant look crosses his face as his mind winds up wandering, caught up in the thought. After a few moments, however, he manages to refocus on the here and now and glances back in Korrin's direction.

"The first time I went to the moon it was in the ship that I used to travel in before coming here. It wasn't on purpose, mind. The Doctor'd been trying to take us somewhere else, only we'd wound up on the moon instead. The second time...aye, well, that was a bit different."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-29 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sam blinks, watching Cyril for a moment to see if that was it or if there was more. When there isn't he sighs, just seeing how bad the elf was with the illness. "I'm going to go get you some tea and broth, get something in your stomach."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-04-29 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
The brushing of a leg against his like this is hardly noticed, taking it simply as Kirk sleepily rolling around and stretching. "I suppose he is not. It seems all the beings of the Fade are appearing as fuzzy shadows to those affected." This was probably very strange for Kirk. It was strange enough for those of this world, more so for people without magic, but someone from a world without magic at all...

Sam finds himself yawning again and then watching sleepily as Kirk rummaged around his bed as to get under the covers. "Hm," he hums softly in reply, feeling his ability to talk slowly shutting down now that he was in his bed. Standing up for a moment he pushes some of the furs more towards Kirk then slips under the blanket, letting a foot peek out at the bottom.