OPEN: Justinian Rifter Arrival

[faderifting]

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.

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.

Comments

[youwonscience]

"Great. Just... great." She exhales. "Is there any way to identify the people who don't want to go Salem Witch Trials on me? Like, do they have flags or something?"

She would prefer not to be burned alive. Very much prefer.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Uhhhh, well we have ways of identifying each other. And also other people who happens to have pain lasers that can come out of their hands who didn't drop out of a rift. We're not sure how these things happen. But don't worry. People give you grief, you come to me. Or one of us, anyway. None of us asked for this."

[youwonscience]

"...thanks, dude." It's a lot, but his offer seems sincerely meant, and she won't reject any help she can get, in the current circumstances.

"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.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Whoa. Never heard that one before. Is that like a play on cosmos or a different language and I'm being an ignorant fuck?" The wall they've taken cover behind rattles again. "Okay, fuck it, details later, I'm Church, and apparently that means I can't point out odd names, so." He pops around the abandoned doorway and shoots his mouth off another volley of bolts.

[youwonscience]

"Greek by way of hippies," she says, as the cliff's notes version, once he's done firing. "Are they getting closer? They sound like they're closer."

She avoids the temptation to look, just.