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

[samahl]

"Yeah, yeah. That." He grins a bit at Sam. "Help me to bed?"

[el_tybs]

"You're sitting on a cot," he points out. "If you're feeling dizzy or anything you should just bunk here for a bit."

[samahl]

Cyril pouts a bit. "No, I mean I want you in bed with me," he says after a moment. Usually he'd be more careful about being so blunt with Sam, but something about his fever makes him less cautious.

[el_tybs]

"Cryil, I'm not sure if it's big enough for me." The cot that is. Honestly he's giving the elf the benefit of the doubt with all this, figuring being sick is just wanting someone close. After all he and Merrick did share a space together.

[samahl]

"Oh..." Cyril looked around at the cot. "Oh, right." He looks pretty disappointed. "And you probably have other people to help, don't you?"

[el_tybs]

Sam notes the disappointed look and reaches over and lightly rubs the hair off his forehead. "Yeah. It seems I'm pretty popular today." A joke since that clearly wasn't the case, but hopefully enough to perk Cyril up a bit. "I'll be back though to check on you. Want anything when I come back?"

[samahl]

"Just you," Cyril said softly. After a moment, he moved to lie down and rest. "Go save the world one patient at a time, okay?"

[el_tybs]

Sam smiles before reaching over and grabbing Cyril a blanket, setting it just over the elf's midsection. "I'll be sure to come back quickly then. Try to rest."

Taking another moment to smooth out Cyril's hair, fingers lingering just a moment longer then he intends, Sam sighs and gets up to go see the next patient.