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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.
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Dorian's alcove is occupied- and they are both of them out cold.
She cannot carry both of them. Correction: She cannot carry Dorian. But she knows of someone that might. After a moment's observation, taking in the exhaustion, the seen of sweat, how they list into one another much like slumbering puppies, Adelaide kneels to comb back Dorian's hair. "You are ridiculous."
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He lifts his chin to look towards Adelaide, and the green light of the Fade seems to glimmer brilliantly at the edges of his vision, causing him to groan, lightly, even as rousing consciousness registers the uncomfortably warm tangle he's in. He feels like a furnace, and so does Benevenuta.
He sort of pushes her away, but mostly pushes himself away, listing to the side to land on his elbow.
Maybe he can just sleep here on his own that'd be fine.
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Benevenuta's back of the throat protest at all of this movement and noise is followed by the slight indignity of realising that the precarious situation she makes of her bodice habitually has, er, slipped.
"Adelaide," she complains, but to no particular end. Possibly just at being the person in particular to witness them.
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The headache brought on by this sickness likely isn't helped by the near constant, glowing presence of Compassion hovering just against Adelaide, peering over her shoulder at the two of them. Of the two Benevenuta is the one Adelaide could likely carry. They cannot remain like this. That they are such a sad tangled mess would be more amusing were Adelaide herself not some manner of ill.
A gesture, without contact, and that cool wash of blue drips through the air to help with some of the heat, the thrum of a rejuvenation spell perhaps easing the ache. "You both should be in bed."
She ought to be in bed as well- but patients come first. Doubly so if they are people she cares about for reasons beyond her imagining. After a moment's consideration she makes a call.
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Coherent enough to make a joke, anyway. Probably a joke.
His arm goes over his eyes, as if to block spirits and sunlight both. There is dust in the library air. Leather was a bad choice. The sweet release of death will solve all of these problems.
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They are going to die here in this library. At least they will die surrounded by the only things they truly love.
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But somewhere in there, Dorian does manage to put together some information. The call for reinforcements, for one, and the fact he could swear he heard Iron Bull's name for another. He moves his arm just enough to give Adelaide a look of great reproach. How could she do that to him? Ask for Iron Bull, who will then arrive, and see him in this state, sweating unattractively and nauseous and without his face on?
Not bad enough to kick up a protest, anyway, shoving arm back over swimming vision. "I haven't written a will. Burn everything I own along with me to be on the safe side." Except it comes out more mumbly than witticisms are preferred to be.
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It really helps that he wasn't that far away when the message came through, urgent enough that Bull had wasted no time in arriving. This wasn't precisely what he'd expected to find, but given the state of most of the people in Skyhold right now? Not all that big a surprise.
A look is exchanged with Adelaide before he moves to crouch alongside the two, ignoring the crack in his knee as he does so. "Sure you wouldn't rather be somewhere a little more comfortable? I mean, since you're dying and all."
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Yes, that was definitely intended for Dorian. Unless Iron Bull lacks a will, in which case apparently she will take his things, as well. To keep them with Dorian's, obviously. After a moment, as if she's just recalled what was said to her, in sudden alarm--
"I don't wish to be carried!"
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"And I do not wish to have you waste away and die without dignity in the Library for ignoring common sense and attempting to work while feverish and ill." Says the pot to the kettle. Ignoring her displeasure and whatever scowling she might earn for it, Adelaide slips an arm around Benevenuta's waist and attempts to gather her close for a proper lift.
She hasn't had to do this with anyone older than twelve in some time, but it is something she can manage for short distances. "Thus, you will be carried, you will be put to bed, and you will rest until you are well. Both of you. If I must tie you to the bedframe to see it done, I will."
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"The qunari can be shirtless," he amends, after a moment's thought.
Maybe a little delirious, after all. In response to suggestion, Dorian pushes himself to sit up, one hand holding his head. Ha ha no never mind. He lists aside like he might just lie back down again.
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And up they go. A more dignified method than the original plan to sling him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but he's fairly certain that might end in nausea and all the results that follow. So he'll try delicacy here, at least for the time being.
"Let's get you upstairs, big guy."