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

[fleurdesel]

"Because if I were kind you wouldn't like me at all." Well, overtly kind. At least Bull's come quickly enough to avert any further flares of drama or discussions of death and burning. Dorian is given one last arch look and a not entirely kind flick of his ear before she kneels before Benevenuta.

"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."

[liberalum]

Dorian swats after Adelaide's hand, too late, mumbling something about please enforce a dresscode for the funeral probably aimed at Benevenuta, before he tips his head to acknowledge Bull. A little resigned. He feels so unhandsome. :c

"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.

[qunari]

"I call dibs on any tying to the bedframe," Bull adds with a smirk towards Adelaide, before reaching to scoop Dorian up off of the floor. Trying to move actually helped in that regard, letting one arm slip against his back to keep him steady, the other gathering his legs up under the crook of his knee.

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."