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

[motherfucking_ghost]

"There's a couple of them around. Not blue. Not, uh, compassion. Compassion, capital C, like a name? Right, spirits don't really have a reason for names..." Christine had explained that much. "Some of them are blue but you're just blue. Sometimes." A beat. "'s a good color, blue. Go Blue Team." With a momentarily raised fist. "Woo."

[fleurdesel]

"We're close, I suppose." Compassion did often like to rest along her skin more often than not, a reminder that she is not alone, that she has support- usually in times of stress or discomfort. Now it is not all that surprising that they linger. "Blue team has meaning for you?"

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Blue Team. My team. We wear shades of blue." He sighs into his food, muttering, "At least it's better than Shades of Grey."

Still. That's getting off the point. The point is that he can see Compassion. "Am I going crazy? Crazier. Than usual."

[fleurdesel]

"It means you are as ill as the rest of those in Skyhold and should be in the healing tents." She doesn't think twice before reaching across to rest the back of her hand against his forehead, frowning. "It is a symptom of the fever- which you have."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Mmmmmmeh." What a dignified sound. "I could've told you that. That I have a fever. Even with a new body I could've probably told you that." Shush Church. "Am I dying? Because if I'm not dying I probably don't need to be escorted to the nurse's office. Just...food. Starve a cold, feed a fever, right?"

[fleurdesel]

"Church." That is the Disappointed Enchanter Voice. The sound of a fondly exasperated woman putting more exasperation in one word, one name, than one could consider possible.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Wow, does that ever sound familiar." That is indeed a dopey smile on his face. Memories! "So are you sick from dealing with all the sickies in your tents?"

[fleurdesel]

"Most likely." She mutters. "Are you going to go to the healing tents after you are done eating?"

[motherfucking_ghost]

"I...waaaasn't planning on it, but I'm getting the feeling you might put on your teacher voice and not give me any choice about it. Am I getting hot? Hotter? Am I on fire? I kind of feel a little on fire."