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

[blessedmaiden]

She still has to notice anything wrong about his fighting style, mostly because Rydia is still struggling with the weird feeling of being drained at the use of her magic (and she can't even joke with Rosa about biting Kain and use osmose to restore her mana- not only she's not so close with the white mage anymore but, well, since he turned holy dragoon he definitely started using his magic essence...) and the whole thing with the eidolons... the summoner isn't really looking at Kain so much, her instinct is what drives her while fighting at his side. Just give her time to realize he's basically asking enemies to hurt him, she will definitely start to worry. A lot.

"Well, this old lady can help too, you know?"

No potions needed, she will tend to her wound later in a good old fashioned way if nothing else decides it'd be fun to attack them, the adrenaline is already alleviating the pain by itself.

"It's just..." Another fireball is thrown at another group of creatures, that's... definitely easier to handle than the ice blocks midair, even if the summoner can't really tell why for now. Maybe the whole place is aligned with a specific element? "... magic isn't so easy here." And- let's admit it, there's no fun in the battlefield when all you do is blasting enemies with fire. But shh...

[dragoon_pride]

Ah, right… Kain hadn’t even thought about that too much until Rydia says something just then. He thinks to the times he’s spoken with rifter mages, the difficulties some of them have encountered. Not that their magic is gone entirely, ever, but it seems to work… somewhat differently here. Of course, there’s always the chance to pick up some of this world’s magic and train, just as he did with one of their warrior styles… but that’s a lot to discuss. He’ll save it for later when they’re not fighting a vicious enemy.

“Magic is different in this world!” What a bad way to have to find that out, though, being tossed straight into battle. At least she’s got him for some backup… it could have been far worse, if she were on her own. Kain continues striking at the demon he’s fighting, inviting it to attack him back, leaving his defenses open just enough to let it get a blow in. He grunts with the pain. That’s the real trick of this Reaver business, trying to take just enough pain so it’s not debilitating… but so that it can fuel his power all the same. “Once we destroy these demons... I’ll explain more!”

Gathering power, he twirls his lance to use his Cyclone ability, a whirling gust of wind blasting off the weapon and straight into the nearest demon. Another down. Progress!