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Entry tags:
- ! open,
- teren von skraedder,
- { adelaide leblanc },
- { anders },
- { araceli bonaventura },
- { ariadne },
- { benevenuta thevenet },
- { bruce banner },
- { cassandra pentaghast },
- { cole },
- { dorian pavus },
- { eirlys ancarrow },
- { ellana ashara },
- { fenris },
- { galadriel },
- { gavin ashara },
- { hermione granger },
- { iron bull },
- { james norrington },
- { jamie mccrimmon },
- { jim kirk },
- { kain highwind },
- { korrin ataash },
- { leliana },
- { leonard church },
- { malcolm reed },
- { maria hill },
- { martel },
- { maxwell trevean },
- { merrill },
- { mia rutherford },
- { nerva lecuyer },
- { obi-wan kenobi },
- { rachette dakal },
- { samouel gareth },
- { sera },
- { siuona dahlasanor },
- { solas },
- { velanna },
- { zevran arainai }
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.
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.
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.
Library
Instead she goes to corner the one healer whose discretion she has faith in. Maria sits in a chair, waiting for her to appear in the normal corner of the library. It may be reminiscent of the Circle, the templar knowing where specific mages haunt. But she has no patience for such thoughts. She simply looks up, tired and worn herself, as Adele approaches.
"...You're blue."
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Which is still more often than might be recommended.
"Are you unwell?"
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Blue. But Maria blinks hard, rubbing her eyes. The world was a strange vision at the moment, she had no real right to demand others shared her strange visions. When she looks up again, the haze is still there, but she can see the rest as well. The bags under her eyes, the odd caste of her skin...
"Also ill. What are you doing?"
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That the veil is invisible but no thinner than it ought to be is a comfort- but how long will that last? Adelaide sets her stack off to one side on the nearest table before crouching before Maria and peering into her eyes- every motion blurred with the afterimage of Compassion's presence. "What do you see?"
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But there's no judgement in it. If she were able to heal she'd be in the same state, pushing forward. As it is, despite the whispers in her ears, she can do little more than stay out of the way. Which made the job of handing out advice she'll never have to follow much easier. Still, she peers back at Adele's eyes with equal intensity.
"Blue. You've a...aura around you. I don't know what that means. I shouldn't- nothing should be so blue."
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Ill, just like the rest.
"Aura- oh. That is Compassion, the spirit I am partnered with for healing." The aura sinks into Adelaide's skin even as the glow focuses in her eyes and against her palm as she shifts the rejuvenation spell from herself to Maria instead.
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"Spirits. Of course."
She closes her eyes, pushing it aside as best she could. It isn't a Circle. It isn't her place. Adele had passed the Harrowing, had...very cool hands, despite her own obvious weariness. A coolness that spread from those hands into Maria's very core, soothing the fever and making her sigh softly as she leaned into the touch. Better.
Her voice dropped low, so only they could hear, as she leaned against that hand.
"I shouldn't be seeing spirits."
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She ought to have expected this. Templars do not care for spirits anymore than they do demons.
"It is a symptom of the illness. The Veil is not thinned but...less opaque. For me it is slightly less disorienting as I have heard spirits to some degree or another my entire life. But those unaccustomed to it- even Dwarves are seeing these things." And dwarves do not dream. "How long have you been ill?"
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She could not imagine it. To go a life time without dreams, without even the touch of what lyrium could do. Then to have it all opened up...
Maria doesn't quite break contact, but she brings a hand up to cover the lower part of her face.
"We'll need an announcement within the Inquisition. A calming voice to explain what is happening, before they all go mad."
The personal questions are either not heard or brushed aside, her focus on the wide spread effect of so many seeing what they could not explain. What they had no training in dealing with.
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That much she can promise.
Adelaide's hand drops from Maria's forehead to her shoulder, squeezing to get her attention. "Maria, how long have you been ill?"
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She gives a shrug with it, dismissing it as unimportant. Maria was accustomed to shrugging off small aches and pains, minor fevers and headaches. It wasn't until she began seeing that she was concerned.
"I've seen them for the past day. That's the issue that needs to be solved."
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"I'll survive- I'm not happy, but it's not life threatening. Unless what you're doing is some secret form of restful healing?"
She raises an eyebrow, daring Adele to challenge her that she must go to the tent when the equally, if not more so, mage was running around as if nothing were different.
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There is heavy doubt in her tone, but she'll ask. If the answer is yes, quite few things will be changing.
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Particularly if there were mages going at it. Maker forbid.
"Just like they need healers."
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Stubborn woman.