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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.
dragoon_pride: (brooding)

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2016-05-02 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
"As far as I can tell, they don't appear to be affected. Though I think I can do without the constant swearing at the spirits... they'd probably end up hearing him, with my luck..." He can see it now, Bastard being the true cause of some kind of spirit war against their world. He's certainly loud enough. "It seems that animals are spared, fortunately."
slipshot: (moon)

At the end of the Illness, after Maxwell's Fever breaks

[personal profile] slipshot 2016-05-02 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
It had been several days, but people were finally starting to recover. Maxwell had been sleeping the last several hours, and Gavin had fallen asleep next to him - head resting on his arm against the bed, sitting on a stool he had managed to scrounge from somewhere. He woke first, feeling Maxwell stirring, and sat up, blinking.

"Maxwell? Are you alright? Do you need anything?"
dreadinquisitor: (side2)

[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2016-05-02 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Days of fever and sweats that left him weak and shuttering. Days of sights and sounds only he could hear, leaving him wondering after his sanity... Maxwell wasn't sad to it see go. However dry and cracked his mouth felt, how his Adam's apple seemed to grind in the dust of his throat. At least all he could see were the familiar walls of his room, and Gavin, tired, but wonderfully real beside him.

He blinked blearily and tried to work himself up onto his elbows.

"...Water?" he croaked.
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[personal profile] failedfirst 2016-05-02 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"You should rest, too," she responds immediately, tilting her head as she looks at him. She knows he can't be doing much better than she is, which is obviously why he won't sit.

"You won't be helping anyone if you collapse."
slipshot: (moon)

[personal profile] slipshot 2016-05-02 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," He murmured, quickly stepping over to where a jug of water lay, filling a glass and returning.

"You should sit up," He added, frowning, holding the glass in one hand as he grabbed a pillow in the other. "Here - I'll put this behind your back--"
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[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2016-05-02 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
It took some effort, but he managed to - for the first time in days - get himself upright, bending forward until Gavin slipped the pillow behind him and he could lean back with a sigh.

"Thank you--" he rasped, holding out his then free hands to take the glass.

The water was cold, so cold against his so dry throat - it almost hurt. But the edge was quickly followed by relief, and he swallowed deeply. Again and again, until he'd reached the bottom and he had to gasp for a breathe.
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[personal profile] failedfirst 2016-05-02 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Have you take any elfroot? That can help," granted it hasn't been helping much and she's been fairly regular with her different experiments for what will be effective against the fever and the fog. So far nothing has made the spirits disappear, however.
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[personal profile] slipshot 2016-05-02 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Easy - Easy, Maxwell, you'll hurt yourself," Gavin said, worry creasing his brow, his hand resting on Maxwell's shoulder to steady him.

"There's plenty more, but - please take it slowly."
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[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2016-05-02 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Already worn out from just holding the water filled cup aloft, his arm dropped heavily, empty glass at his side as he breathed. Deep, full breaths. Through his mouth first, then through his nose, as his heart steadied and he relaxed.

His immediate, desperate concern seen too.

Then he was free to turn his eyes to the elf beside him, gaze still tired, but clearer than it had been. Actually, truly, seeing Gavin for the first time.

After a moment, he smiled, his head turning to rest his cheek against the pillow.

"You're actually here."
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[personal profile] slipshot 2016-05-02 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I've been here a couple of days," Gavin replied, offering Maxwell a tired smile in return as he gently retrieved the glass and put it safely aside.

"But you ... haven't really been fully aware of much."
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[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2016-05-02 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
His mouth pursed gently, eyes closing slightly.

"I saw you..." he murmured, gaze slowly following every movement Gavin made. "I just didn't know if that was only because I wanted to."

Among all the things he didn't, and wished he hadn't.

His hand turned, palm up, offering.

"...Are you alright?"
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[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2016-05-02 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"You never know, they could react to Bastard the same way the Chantry sisters do, and give you a wide berth as a result. It's worth trying, anyway." Korrin doubts it'll do much, but given that there's little else to do but lay here and be feverish, she'll take her spots of amusement where she can find them. It's better than shouting and throwing things, at least for the moment.
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[personal profile] noleechesneeded 2016-05-02 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
He hadn't been away from the tents for long, just enough for a quick meal from the tavern, the mage now hurrying back to work in the rain when Cole found him.

Simon was trying to get used to figures popping up out of nowhere since the fever had set in, but Cole still managed to get a start out of him. Only a small one, a huff of breath and eyes wider than they had been seconds ago. There were a lot of questions in that pause, who was this boy, how or why did he sneak up on him like that, and...had he seen him somewhere before?

Apparently he had if the boy knew him by name. Or at least, he knew him through River...and at the mention of his sister, specifically that she was sick, brushed all those other questions out of Simon's mind. There was a pang of something in Simon's chest, mostly guilt and a little frustration, but that was swept aside too. He should have been keeping a better eye on her. Feeling bad about it wouldn't help her any more quickly, however.

"...right," was all he said, voice rough as he followed Cole away from the tents.
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[personal profile] noleechesneeded 2016-05-02 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Somehow I doubt that would stop her," Simon murmured. Not that he would ever accuse Adelaide of being a hypocrite...but it was something he noticed a lot of healers, including himself, were prone to. How could they rest when they were needed?

She'd probably flick his ear to hear him talk like that. Hopefully Anders wouldn't step up and do it for her.

"Coffee, though...that isn't a bad idea," he added, reaching up to rub briefly at his brow and dispel some of the fatigue that made his eyelids heavy. His usual preference of tea hadn't been cutting it, clearly. That could work, and this was turning out to be almost normal...though part of Simon still wondered how Anders was allowed anywhere away from the Wardens who were supposed to be responsible for him. Even if every healer available was needed.

"...just one question, I suppose...you're not going to get into trouble like this, are you?" he opted to ask, too sick to even try to soften his usual bluntness.
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[personal profile] universal_charm 2016-05-02 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
He turned and saw the bowl, moving to pick up the rag. The block of ice is noteworthy, and he had seen it as he came and went between the tents to see if the healers need anything. He kept from asking to much, not wanting to distract them from their work, but it was a clever idea - even more so that they could keep the entire block cool and useful for more than several hours.

Pushing the rag once more into the water for good measure before squeezing, he returned to the patient and wiped his brow before laying it across their forehead.

"I don't think I got your name," he looked to the healer, giving her a subdued smile. "I'm Jim Kirk, by the way. Feel free to yell for me if you need another cup later on."
scuzzy: (stop talking)

[personal profile] scuzzy 2016-05-02 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
There's a lot of shuffling, a lot of near-slipping, but nobody falls. No thanks to the giant human (why are humans so big) and—some thanks to the Dalish Moron, but not a lot of thanks, because Dax refuses to be thankful. "What are they going to do?" he says. "Stick him somewhere closer and let him sleep it off. Maker."
fleurdesel: right, sad, confused, tired, serious, angry (I need a moment)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-05-02 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Most of Skyhold gets their water from the springs- it would not be remiss to check them, dredge them." At least the water is more clear here than it was in the Mire- recalling what they'd had to do to find what had gone wrong there had been...uncomfortable to say the very least. "The body of a mage is much like any other person once dead- it's a corpse and little more. Demonic bodies tend to disintegrate- but in water like that it could possibly taint the water supply? It is worth testing."
fleurdesel: left, sarcastic, serious, angry (Honestly Glaring)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-05-02 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"And you will be better able to help them if you've taken some time to recover. Two hours without you will not be the end of Skyhold."

Stubborn woman.
fleurdesel: right, tired, sad (Default)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-05-02 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Most likely." She mutters. "Are you going to go to the healing tents after you are done eating?"
fleurdesel: left, smile, smirk, sarcastic (I'm sorry)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-05-02 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"The sky." As damp as the day was, her tone was dry. Dry, dry, dry. Dry as the toast, honestly, but there was tea and that made it slightly more bearable. "I know you spend most of your days bent over forms or reports or in prayer but if you look up now and then, James, you will find this great blue expanse."
fleurdesel: right, confused, serious, angry (and then...?)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-05-02 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"...Did you see a floating blue figure?" As strange as it's been for others to be aware of Compassion in this way outside of a fade dream- it's as useful a way to gauge how ill a person has become. The fever is but one point- the visions? Another entirely.

"Just behind me, yes?"
fleurdesel: left, smile, sad (Compassion.  Not my first call.)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2016-05-02 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
Slowly she reaches out, Compassion a pale blue echo, to take River's hands in hers. Other spirits might flit about in the background, murmur or whisper, but Adelaide will mind them once she has River settled.

"There's a cot we've kept off to the side for healers that need rest. Compassion can mind you there." Someone to keep it from being so silent and Adelaide can take an hour or two to rest or grind herbs or anything that doesn't require the spirit's attention.
fightingale: (pic#9852349)

[personal profile] fightingale 2016-05-02 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
"On the other hand," Leliana ventures, as they finally reach the end of the staircase and work past that particular danger, "Combat in your present state would most likely lead to injury, and I would guess that healers herbs or unconsciousness would leave you all the more susceptible to the visions of the Fade, with less chance of liberating yourself."

Sister Nightingale, always ruining people's days. "Better we stick to the current plan, I think."
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[personal profile] fightingale 2016-05-02 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Unless an contaminant was introduced, but... I agree, it seems unlikely that such a thing could be in the air and the effects only be what they are." For a given value of only, when so many are sick and suffering.

The Nightingale nods towards a nearby desk, taking a seat at it before gesturing a free seat on the opposite side for the woman to take, should she wish. It seems a necessary discussion, at least, if not one she would sooner not be required to have. Too many of her conversations fall into that category, really. That is, unfortunately, the necessity of being the Nightingale.

"I have access to other water from the main supply for drinking," Leliana replies, brow furrowed. "Although bathing is another matter." A moment of consideration, and she eyes the healer curiously. On another day they might have been faint amusement, but she is too tired and worn down for that, now. "I don't believe I caught your name." It was not offered.
bookish_lioness: (Tired and scared in this strange new wor)

[personal profile] bookish_lioness 2016-05-02 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Korrin's beginning to feel heavier with every step Hermione takes, but it wouldn't exactly be proper manners to remark on that or to risk having her drop onto the ground as she switches sides. So she bites her lip, trying to reassert that grip around Korrin even if her arm isn't nearly long enough to wrap around her waist, resisting the urge to double her speed when chatter from the tents becomes audible.

"You don't have to do anything for me," she tells her. "Really. I just appreciate knowing you're here, and that you'll be all right before too long."