OPEN: Bloomingtide Rifter Arrival

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters & helpful Inquisition volunteers
WHAT: Welcome to Thedas!
WHEN: Bloomingtide 7
WHERE: The Imperial Highway near Sulcher's Pass
NOTES: This log is slightly backdated, so it's safe to assume safe arrival at Skyhold and begin RPing there as soon as you're ready OOC. It is open to any characters who would have volunteered to go welcome the rifters, whose arrival sites can now be predicted, thank you Solas.

You were asleep—deeply or fitfully, for the last time or just resting your eyes for a moment—and then you were not. And wherever you were was not, anymore, replaced by nothing but the sensation of falling, tumbling into endless, bottomless nothing. If this were still a dream, you would wake before you hit the ground. You can't die in a dream, they say. In some worlds.

But there's no waking here, just a flare of green-white light and a jarring impact onto cold dirt and long grass. When your breath returns and the light's after-image fades from your eyes you will find yourself lying flat on stone, squinting up into sunlight and a shifting, blinding green tear in reality.

You are also not as you were: in the palm of your left hand there glows a narrow splinter of light the same sickly green as whatever brought you here. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions. Like the fact that you're being attacked. Surrounding you and the rift through which you arrived are five massive beings made of fire and molten, veiny flesh, rearing back to throw flames at anything that breathes. But mind your step, getting out of their way: the stone beneath you is the ruin of the Imperial Highway, elevated high enough that dropping off either side or the crumbled gap ahead will not be much more survivable than the fire.

Luckily, you are not on your own. Around you others are rising from the ground, equally confused, with the same green lights flaring from their hands. And help is already here—prepared, this time, unsurprised by your appearance, with armor and a few extra weapons to hand off if you've come empty-handed.

Comments

After the fight

[gatheringstorm]

Moments earlier, Korrin had been everywhere on the battlefield, blurring forward on waves of magic to blast lightning at demons or slice at them with her glowing blade. But now that blade is non-existent, the hilt strapped to her hip, and her staff on her back. The horned woman -about a foot taller than Kain, who she seemed to know- assesses the area afterward, not having been able to close the rift but checking on everyone and passing around potions. Pausing at the woman with the odd-colored hair, her tone isn't unkind.

"Now we return to Skyhold, where you can get food, rest, and more answers. The pain in your hand ought to fade in a few hours, though the mark itself won't. I'm Korrin, by the way. Nice work with those spells."

[blessedmaiden]

Sorry, real life kept me super busy]

She's still putting all pieces together, hearing part of a conversation here and another thing there and trying to understand what is really going on- it's... confusing and Kain nowhere to be seen, the summoner is sincerely relieved when the fellow mage approaches her- and the way she speaks, being so direct to the point... it's pleasant, okay?

"Thank you." She bows in her direction, it's a natural instinct when speaking with a non human who seems in a higher position than her but please, ignore her silly habits. "I'm Rydia. And yes-" she nods in her direction "I don't mind the pain but I'm looking forward more answers. I'm not unfamiliar with visiting" or living in "different worlds but this was rather... sudden."

[gatheringstorm]

The bow clearly startles Korrin given her raised eyebrows, not used to that amount of deference at all. On a good day, she's lucky not to hear 'ox' muttered as an aside to someone. Never directly, as even bigots aren't that stupid. She simply nods, though, not wanting to make the newcomer more self-conscious when she's already overwhelmed. Her expression softens, well-aware how disorienting all this must be. She's seen it enough with rifters before, after all.

"It was, wasn't it? That's what I've been hearing from just about everyone who emerges from a rift. No one expected it to happen. I wish I could say we have a way back for you, but...we don't. We're still not sure how this even happened to begin with, let alone where to go from there. Hell, we didn't know about any other worlds until this started, the Fade aside. And the Fade is...well, that's a whole other can of worms. I can save that for another time if it's too much."