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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] justice_is_blond 2016-05-26 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
He walks with Cole quietly, thoughtfully. Cole isn't broken, but if he had to put himself together, then he once was. And Anders... has not been. Not that much. There was certainly a time he had to find himself again, but that was before Justice, after a year spent in the dark. There are parallels, but he doesn't know that there's enough to help them find a way here. The rituals Adelaide's found may be the only hope of solving things for himself and Justice.

"Hope?" If Cole had been ready and willing to die, then he'd certainly not seen hope at the time.
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[personal profile] justice_is_blond 2016-05-26 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
He blinks at her, startled by the question. That's not something he's ever considered before, forget heard.

"If... I mean, they wouldn't. They wouldn't have to. But then there'd be nonstop fighting, wouldn't there? They'd be attacking. Like when they come through the rifts. Unless..." Anders' own voice is low as he works to process this. "Are there only rifts happening near where the Inquisition operates, or is it around the world? Are there demons slipping out who aren't attacking? If they lived among us, I'd think there'd still be danger, but I don't know."
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[personal profile] justice_is_blond 2016-05-26 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
"And no person can ever wind up too tired for healing spells." He gives her a very amused look despite his tiredness. "Herbs and healing forever. We can attend to anything."
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[personal profile] bookish_lioness 2016-05-26 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
Magic is a sort of science, of course, given that it isn't just a matter of blindly waving a wand around and making things happen. It's a matter of working with energy, of knowing the properties of certain herbs before putting them into a potion, of understanding ancient runes, of memorizing charms. Even so, magical science is very different from Muggle science, and she'd be more than happy to ramble on about that.

Instead, she tells him, "Well, the basic laws of physics still seem to hold true. Fire still gives off heat, and water can freeze into ice. The physiology of humans seems to run about parallel, too. You and I both have hands and eyes and teeth. I haven't exactly dissected anyone and have no desire to do so, but I'm going to assume our insides work about the same way. So if I understood more basic first aid from back home, it stands to reason that it would be useful here, especially since I wouldn't need to worry about whether or not I have a connection to the Fade before utilizing it."
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[personal profile] arsebiscuit 2016-05-26 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nah, I'm all woozy and cutesy. She'll fall all over. Just- get her here, yeah? Let her catch me or some shit. That makes all these hero worshipers fluttery in the chest."

Because why be working here if you're not here to bask in the hero things, right? Or something. Makes sense in her head.

"But don't think I'm forgetting you've got a crush."
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[personal profile] arsebiscuit 2016-05-26 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Sera blinks for a minute, then turns enough so she can (through slightly watery eyes) look at Cassandra.

"Aw, Seeker. Knew you cared."
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[personal profile] stabsbooks 2016-05-27 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Ugh."

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she pulls her hand back.

"Come along. It is past time you were in bed."
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[personal profile] qunari 2016-05-27 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, what's that? Toss you at the cute bar wench and see if she catches you?" Bull's eyebrows raise as he gives it a mocking amount of consideration, scratching his chin. "I don't know, I thought you said you weren't up for that sort of mayhem. But. If you insist."

And one arm scoops around her back as though to hoist her up and make good on the threat.
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2016-05-28 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Once she was released, Beleth straightened up, quickly wiping away the remnants of any tears with the heel of her hand. Crying?? No, there was just. Dust in her eye. "I saw a woman," Beleth admitted, "One who looked like you. Tall and fair, and--Incredible."

She hesitates for a moment, then glances up to look at Galadriel. "...Arda feels like a story--like something the hahrens told the children around the campfire at night. We hear about Arlathan, but..." She shrugs. "...I wanted to see it. That's why I didn't wake you up. I'm glad I got to see Lady Melian." Even if it was offset by the terrible things that followed.

"What happened to her?" Curiosity drives her to wonder, for Galadriel spoke of Melian as if she was no longer there. What could happened to someone so great, so fair?
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2016-05-28 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
The refuge from the rain is welcome, and Beleth leans against Cole's shoulder as she listens to him, humming slightly. Turning to him, she offers a smile. "No one was always like how they are now. I don't think that it changes anything about what I said. You said yourself, that it isn't bad that you didn't know and you did things that were bad before you knew it." She's not sure exactly what it is that he did--Cole is as cryptic as ever. Killing people who were hurting others? Maybe she shouldn't ask.

"What's important is that you stopped after you learned. That's admirable. So my assessment remains the same."
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[personal profile] laurenande 2016-05-28 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Beleth's hesitance, the redness around her eyes and the set of her shoulders, spoke of deep curiosity but a certain delicacy as well. She wished to know these things, to know of arda, but there was a thread of hope tangled within her thoughts. It was a thread many of the Dalish shared and Galadriel did not intend to tarnish it.

Not if she could help it.

"I admit, even to my own ears, my life and memories sometimes sound like legends. They are things long passed, mired in time and nostalgia; it can be hard to recall that each name I knew was one that a person bore, that I should not think on them as symbols or the function of their power.

"That woman might've been me, for I spent much time in her company ere the end, but I cannot say for certain. Melian...grew weary, with both her grief and loss," Galadriel explained, her tone slowing as she recalled the fate of Doraith, as she thought on the cousins she now avoided, if only passively.

"Her daughter was lost to her, wed to a mortal man and bound to his fate, and her husband was slain for the want of a glorious treasure. Her lands were no longer tolerable, they reminded her of the dead, the passed, and she traveled to my homeland, to a place where she could find rest and reprieve from all her sorrows."

"She is there now, I expect, and I hope that I might see her again, but I do not think that is my fate."

But this was sad, and their conversation had come from such a grim vision. If she was not careful she would be consumed by these thoughts.

"Tell me, what does hahren mean?"
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[personal profile] onlyhymns 2016-05-28 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Cade's brow knits slightly when she appears to lecture him on hygiene, but at the same time... it hits a part of him that has gone long neglected until recently. Someone looking out for him, expressing concern, however bossy, for his wellbeing. It happens so rarely now that he notices it every time.

"..you too," he offers as she walks away. Have a nice day, that is. He's starting to believe that she might mean it.
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[personal profile] arsebiscuit 2016-05-29 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
She tilts her head slightly and gives an exaggerated once over of Cass.

"Well. Not what I was thinking of, but sure. You can tuck us in. I'll think of the rest."

There is an eyebrow waggle. A sickly, sweaty eyebrow waggle. Please don't kill her.
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[personal profile] arsebiscuit 2016-05-29 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"No, no, not like that!"

Sera is screeching. In the bar. Totally ruining her chance to win her lady love, but she is not here to be tossed!

"Like...stumbling like! Bull!"
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-29 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Cyril laughs at that, amused. "No. Usually sex, but pudding does sound good."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-29 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
That wasn't surprising, but he knows Cyril wouldn't call him in the middle of the night for something like that. It's just his usual flirting and honesty mixed with fever. "If you manage to get this down I can see if there is any pudding available."
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2016-05-29 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not all demons attack." Beleth points out. "Some try to bargain with people. I don't really know, though. Solas might, he's the guy that's smart about all this Fade stuff. I suppose that it doesn't matter, really. The Veil is there, and it's probably for the best, all in all." She flippantly waves away whatever weird conspiracy theories she'd been thinking of. There's certainly nothing she can do about the way things are, and they're probably that way for a perfectly good reason.

"Thank you, by the way. For helping me. For telling me about the dangers but letting me do it. Instead of just writing me off as...I don't know. Crazy, I guess. Or dangerous."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-30 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Cyril moves to her other side to help support her. They make it a bit, but he's honestly a little grateful that she pauses, because he needs sometime to rest as well.

"You both holding up okay?" he asks them both, frowning a bit.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-30 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Well that had been quite the trip. By they get to the top, Sam is a bit breathless himself, mostly from worrying about either Cyril or Korrin going over the side and falling. It almost happens a few times, so a break at the top is well welcomed.

"Yeah, just fine." The drink better be worth it. After a few moments he sighs, putting his hands on his hips. "Are there any more stairs?"
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-30 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Cyril just sounds so pleased over that. "You're too good to me, Sam."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-30 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Cyril just loved his pudding. "You're right. I don't go get pudding for just anyone."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-30 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Cyril chuckles a bit and then feels a little woozy. "Oh. I should probably... lie down or something."
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-30 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
It was obvious that something was up with the sudden way Cyril started to sway where he was sitting. "That sounds like a good idea. You should probably try getting some rest too."
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[personal profile] samahl 2016-05-30 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, yeah. That." He grins a bit at Sam. "Help me to bed?"
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-05-30 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
"You're sitting on a cot," he points out. "If you're feeling dizzy or anything you should just bunk here for a bit."