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

[colecomfort]

Maybe he wouldn't have gone as far as hurt, but the point got across. He was getting distracted, confused, somewhat scattered. So many snatches of memory and shards of green light glinting at the edges of his eyes.

He couldn't stop when he was still capable of helping. But... he had been feeling tired. More so than he was used to.

"Yes," he admitted, after a pause: more to himself than to her. A concession spoken almost under his breath. "I'm — it's tiring. I will have to rest."

Later. Once they were finished in this tent, at least.

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne took her victories where she could. And this was good enough for her.

"All right," she said diplomatically. "How about this? Finish off this tent and show me what it is you're doing. Then go take a little rest. Just half an hour. And while you're resting, I'll do the next tent for you?"

[colecomfort]

"Yes." It was an agreement, and one that held a note of finality. Someone else worrying about him made him uncomfortable enough — perhaps they could move past it now, continue with what needed to be done.

[demonicbeauty]

"Great," Ariadne said.

She stood up on her tiptoes and gave him a sudden kiss on the cheek, before settling back down again.

"All right. Show me what to do."