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

[el_tybs]

"Honestly Korrin if you're that bad you should be staying in bed. Or at the very least going no where near the ramparts." He was really did not want to hear about someone falling off a wall or anything, less so people he knew. "Well with how you two are you shouldn't need a whole lot, and I'm certainly not having any." It would be rather bad that one of the healers up and drank themselves into a drunk coma, not to mention he was keeping an eye on the two of them.

Noticing just how much Cyril was using him to steady himself, Sam reaches out to place a hand on the elf's back. "You doing alright so far Korrin?" She looked like she was having to think more about things than normal, but she hadn't lurched forward or anything yet.

[gatheringstorm]

"You have as much as you need, Cyril. And I wouldn't go to the ramparts on purpose." But in her mind-fogged state, seeking to find that one area that will mystically be free of spirits and demons to overhear? Yeah, it could happen. "Besides, that's the whole point of this, to find something to keep me in bed. Knocking me out is the only way, even with Fortitude's help."

She nods respectfully to Sam's spirit helper, though nearly stumbles as a result. Remember, mobile leaning platform. "You tell me, Sam. As long as I'm not knocking you or Cyril over, I hope that means I'm doing alright. But now comes the tricky part." Stairs.

[samahl]

"I think you're doing fine," Cyril says, because honestly she's managing well enough. It was a stumble when she nodded to the spirit, not a fall. But then there are stairs and they look so ominous.

"Though it might have been even better if you could move your room to the ground floor."

[el_tybs]

Sam leans a bit when Korrin uses them to stop from stumbling, reaching a hand out to help right her out. Doing a lot better than he thought they would be. And then there were stairs - well wasn't this going to be fun.

"Just one step at a time, right?" They wouldn't be too much of an issue for him, but then again he was doing a lot better than Korrin or Cyril.

[gatheringstorm]

"Yeah, but Araceli would hate not being able to climb up inside." Usually that's more important but Korrin honestly does look a bit regretful right now. If they'd stayed somewhere that didn't take stairs to reach, this would be so much easier.

"...right. Let's do this." Walking up the stairs feels like a monumental task, and a very draining one. After stumbling and wobbling her way up -and there was a near-miss where she almost pulled them all down- Korrin plops down at the top of the stairs, attempting to regain her breath. "Just gimme a minute...."

[samahl]

Cyril moves to her other side to help support her. They make it a bit, but he's honestly a little grateful that she pauses, because he needs sometime to rest as well.

"You both holding up okay?" he asks them both, frowning a bit.

[el_tybs]

Well that had been quite the trip. By they get to the top, Sam is a bit breathless himself, mostly from worrying about either Cyril or Korrin going over the side and falling. It almost happens a few times, so a break at the top is well welcomed.

"Yeah, just fine." The drink better be worth it. After a few moments he sighs, putting his hands on his hips. "Are there any more stairs?"