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- ! open,
- teren von skraedder,
- { adelaide leblanc },
- { anders },
- { araceli bonaventura },
- { ariadne },
- { benevenuta thevenet },
- { bruce banner },
- { cassandra pentaghast },
- { cole },
- { dorian pavus },
- { eirlys ancarrow },
- { ellana ashara },
- { fenris },
- { galadriel },
- { gavin ashara },
- { hermione granger },
- { iron bull },
- { james norrington },
- { jamie mccrimmon },
- { jim kirk },
- { kain highwind },
- { korrin ataash },
- { leliana },
- { leonard church },
- { malcolm reed },
- { maria hill },
- { martel },
- { maxwell trevean },
- { merrill },
- { mia rutherford },
- { nerva lecuyer },
- { obi-wan kenobi },
- { rachette dakal },
- { samouel gareth },
- { sera },
- { siuona dahlasanor },
- { solas },
- { velanna },
- { zevran arainai }
OPEN: Cloudreach Event
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.
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.
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.
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And she missed them. Terribly. Instead of looking forward to spending holidays with them, she was stuck here, amongst people who saw things the way Death Eaters had, in a manner of speaking.
"No one's better than anybody else just because of how they were or weren't born," she sniffed. "It's who a person turns out to be that matters."
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His fingers, tentative, found the arm that was linked with his, and brushed against the back of her hand.
"I'm Cole."
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"Thank you for staying with me, Cole," she murmured softly. "I'm going to close my eyes, but I'm not sleeping. You can keep talking, if you want to. Or walk away, if you need to. I won't fuss either way."
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She was going to sleep. It was pulling at her stronger the moment she closed her eyes. But he didn't mind. He could, perhaps, help to make her dreams a little less troubling.
He murmured in a low, calm voice, in a stream of consciousness, about a castle that wasn't Skyhold. One that was warmer, brighter, more alive. The first time a staircase swung from one landing to another. How it had felt to be looking up at floating candles.
When Hermione woke, Cole would be gone — but there was a blanket over her, and a simple straw pillow cradling her head.