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OPEN: Justinian Rifter Arrival
WHO: New rifters & helpful Inquisition volunteers
WHAT: Welcome to Thedas!
WHEN: Justinian 7
WHERE: On the outskirts of the Exalted Plains
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. Reaching this rift, as well as returning to Skyhold, will require passing carefully through the active and ongoing battlefront for the War of the Lions. Don't get stabbed.
WHAT: Welcome to Thedas!
WHEN: Justinian 7
WHERE: On the outskirts of the Exalted Plains
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. Reaching this rift, as well as returning to Skyhold, will require passing carefully through the active and ongoing battlefront for the War of the Lions. Don't get stabbed.
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. There's a massive, monstrous horned giant stomping toward you, electricity crackling over its purple-gray skin, flanked by ghostly wisps of green light that rear back to hurl bursts of pure magic in your direction.
Your options for escape are limited. To one side, a river; to another, a rock formation too tall and steep to scale. But there's cover behind you in the form of a ruined home—burnt out, missing half of its walls, but still able to resist some damage—and, on the other side of the rift, people coming to help.
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. There's a massive, monstrous horned giant stomping toward you, electricity crackling over its purple-gray skin, flanked by ghostly wisps of green light that rear back to hurl bursts of pure magic in your direction.
Your options for escape are limited. To one side, a river; to another, a rock formation too tall and steep to scale. But there's cover behind you in the form of a ruined home—burnt out, missing half of its walls, but still able to resist some damage—and, on the other side of the rift, people coming to help.
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A bolt of magic, or perhaps the force from the pride demon's whips, or who knows what shakes the remaining walls, crumbling as they already are. He holds up his hand, a flash of green light seen through, and a small green-ish translucent wall forms above them, letting crumbling cement or stone or whatever they used to make these buildings however long ago skitter off the shield and not, say, fall on top of their heads. It disappears the second the job is done, and he shakes out his hand a little, quietly cursing.
"Anyway, look, this place isn't gonna make a whole lotta sense to science-minded people. I mean, maybe you'll think it's great to study how horny giant people evolved along with humans and elves and I swear to god dwarves. ...And I mean horny as in...they have horns, not horny as in--yeah. Like, if you can figure that out, I'm sure you'll get super famous. Or be burned at a stake? I can't honestly say."
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She angles to look out what used to be a window without making herself too much of a target.
"Is this a bad time to admit I've never been in a fight before at all?"
If it's afterlife-y, in an unspecified way, she could really use Beth right now.
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Church is the best welcome party, what are you talking about.
haha where did that equal sign come from, oops
"I'm from Earth, 2013, if that helps?" She thinks a moment, then offers: "Scientists 3D-printned an ear back in February, that was pretty cool. And it turns out the government is eavesdropping on us in a huge way, which is less cool."
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Right. Not dying.
"Do you have plan? I don't think this place will hold up indefinitely to direct hits."
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Super good plan, right?
"Look, we didn't expect a giant cackling lightning rod. Or I didn't. My pea shooter doesn't do much against that, and I left my sword in my other pants."
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That seems somewhat like insult to injury.
"Can I apply for some kind of 'I didn't ask to be here, don't blame me' pass?"
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She would prefer not to be burned alive. Very much prefer.
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"I'm Cosima, by the way." Because if the monsters do manage to get her, she'd rather not die without anyone here at least knowing her name.
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his mouth offanother volley of bolts.no subject
She avoids the temptation to look, just.