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

[dragoon_pride]

"Just focus... I think..." He groans a little but, feeling a sudden ache and chill, the fever definitely has gotten worse, more noticeable now that he's not trying to be tough and fight. "...I think I get what you mean. But I definitely don't intend to let it come to that... I'm afraid the healers are on to me too much as it is." He knows Anders is on to his ways, anyway, and probably more of them. It's just like being home in a way.

[sistertohermen]

"Maybe next time find a dummy or a partner to spar with instead of...these." She can't suppress a shudder. But it could be from the rain. Or the fever. Or both! They make it through the massive archway into the hall, out of the rain. There are plenty of people huddled up, looking tired, aching, scared, miserable. It does love company after all.

"There, better already. At least it isn't snow. We'd be buried."

[dragoon_pride]

"Well... they seemed like good targets at the time." The moment he's somewhere out of the rain, some cover, Kain breathes a sigh of relief. He hadn't realized just how awful it had all felt until just now. He ends up placing a hand against a wall to steady himself, to keep balance. Ugh. The fever really seems to have spread too, from the look of it. He can see similar signs in the others, and as he glances at Rachette he's not so sure she's been spared either.

"Much better. It figures that all of this would happen at once." Dreadful weather and an illness on top of that. Just. Great. "I only hope it passes soon."