OPEN: Cloudreach Event

[faderifting]

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.

Comments

Undercroft

[singularwill]

The hammer hit the ground and went skittering past Solas, as he had just stepped onto the floor of the Undercroft. A brow raised, watching Alejandro before he carefully bent down to pick the tool up, and offer it to him.

"Is the iron proving far stronger of will than you anticipated?" He asked, not quite a tease so much as it was simply mildly amused.

[arachnophobe]

The blacksmith looks up, frowning for a moment before he accepts the hammer back.

"Always a pain in my ass," he replies, sounding more tired than he really wants to. "Thanks."

He feels like he's probably seen this bald guy around here and there, maybe once or twice, but the name doesn't really sink in. So he shrugs and heads back to the shield he was dealing with.

"You lookin' for something?"

[singularwill]

"I am. My dagger has breathed its last, I'm afraid, and I am not sure if it is worth saving, or if I should have a new one forged."

He pulled the blade free - dulled and chipped after so much use. It had not been a particularly good blade in the first place.

"All of us working as healers are run ragged, but it becomes very difficult if I cannot even cut a bandage."