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

[stabsbooks]

She nods, doing her best to look as well as possible. No doubt he - any healer - would eagerly encourage her to rest longer, an hour at least. They are overly cautious, the lot of them. She does not have time, not when there is so much to do.

And the healer - Bruce - has as much to occupy his time as anyone. There is simply no reason for him to waste any more time on her.

"I will be fine." She gives him what she hopes is a reassuring look. "Return to your duties."

[amygdalae]

Seeker Pentaghast would most certainly benefit from a bit more rest, but he knows well enough that she's probably too stubborn to stick with that advice. The best he can hope from her is that she won't push herself to the brink of collapse. That's the last thing they need right now.

"As you command." He inclines his head again, out of respect and understanding more than anything else. "But please don't hesitate to find any of the other healers should you need assistance."

[stabsbooks]

"Of course."

Not that she plans on needing assistance anytime soon. This had been bad enough, and she's just grateful that it hadn't been more public; the last thing she needs is for rumors to start circulating about how Seeker Pentaghast is weak and frail. She gets to her feet, cautiously, but pleased at how steadily she manages it, and how clear her head remains as she stands.

"And should you need any supplies, you and your healers have priority. You need only mention my name." She carefully nods in response. "Thank you again." And with that, she leaves him, making her way to the castle - slowly, but with her head held high.