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

[ombranera]

"I would." He would not know what to say to her, would not know what could be done- but to look into her eyes and take her measure? That would be worth...something.

[rebelenchanter]

"Thank you," Fiona said, reaching out to rest her hand gently on top of Zevran's head. She was still against doing this, still did not see what it would accomplish in the grand scheme of things, but she felt okay with it.

[ombranera]

"...come now. There are probably better places for you to rest and dream in peace than the tavern." He said, very much of the mind to do the same himself.

[rebelenchanter]

"Given what you've already seen I doubt sleeping is going to be an option," what if she dreamed about information that was more sensitive, not that this was not sensitive information, but the point still stood. Pinching the bridge of her nose and exhaling sharply, Fiona climbed to her feet, "I should probably return to the healing tents anyway."

[ombranera]

"I suppose I shall go with you, in order to keep my word." Even if he'd truly rather not. He was fine as he was, but she'd made a point to ask. Zevran pushed himself to his feet, rolling out his aching shoulders.

[rebelenchanter]

And Fiona was rather determined to make sure he held up on his end of the deal, charming as he was, she knew that charming people had a gift for getting out of things. He was already getting his way in this one thing, she was too stubborn, even when exhausted, to let him get away with too much, "you are such a good boy, if we had treats at the tent I would give you one."