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

[disgracedchampion]

Michel did not allow himself the luxury of sleep, he could not knowing that Zevran was still unwell and he wasn't certain what had put him in this state in the first place. He had to be certain this wouldn't get worse, that if he closed his eyes for a moment something wouldn't happen. So he kept himself alert, eyes memorizing the patterns of his companion's tattoos, until he drifted off.

The dreams came again, pleasant ones, but they were more confused than the ones before, at least they confused him. Warm images on a beach that was familiar, but Michel was there instead. It was just a dream...and maybe it had been brought on by the Chevalier's presence, but these...visions were still being projected. He...wasn't certain what this mean and he wouldn't bring it up, but the notion that Zevran's affections for him could run this deep? That they might...

His arms flexed around the assassin's body, he did not want to wake him but he couldn't resist holding him a little closer.