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

[judgemewhole]

James opens his mouth, closes it, and states gallantly, "I have no idea."

There had to be some innocence left in the world. He'd preserve it even if it meant not explanations about manipulations and how people could use people - even by fake concern.

[demonicbeauty]

She smiled slightly. It wasn't very often that Ariadne found herself capable of robbing a man of his words. Not with her own.

It was a little fun.

With a tiny bob of her head, she took her basket of herbs back from him. Unceremoniously, she stood up on her tip-toes, giving him a swift kiss on the cheek. "Be well, Lord Norrington," she said.

[judgemewhole]

Well, she had gotten him into a place where he feared to tread. As women often did with him.

Sigh. He was hopeless.

He gave her a surprised look at the kiss, before one corner of his mouth lifted up. "And you as well, Lady Everdeen. Good luck with your herbs."

[demonicbeauty]

With a graceful curtsy--hiding a grin--she turned around and hurried away, her braid thumping softly against her back.