CLOSED: a prayer that will be answered

[byblow]

WHO: Adelaide, Alistair, Anders, Hercules, Kaisa, Lena, Sabine, Teren, Velanna
WHAT: Some safety precautions
WHEN: Solace 1-7
WHERE: The Deep Roads beneath the Western Approach
NOTES: OOC post.

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( the gang tries not to die )

[byblow]

The bottom of the thaig glows orange with fire and is teeming with darkspawn. That's not unexpected. Whatever is down there, making the song reverberate off the walls, it's their life's work to reach it--and the Wardens would have felt the horde, anyhow, even if it hadn't been logical to expect them to be there. It's a long way down, a way that would require traversing levels of bridges and narrow walkways along the walls of the cavern, and an equally long way up. The vast sea of monsters below won't be a problem (probably, if they leave quickly enough), even though the roar from beneath when the darkspawn sense the new presence above sounds like a battle cry.

The problem is the wave from behind, the direction they entered from--only a tickle, at first, in the head of the Warden nearest the entrance, half-buried beneath the sensation of so many more connected minds down below. But it gets stronger. Quickly.

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[twelvelabours]

Nice spot they've found. Cheery.

Herc takes in the cavern, the breadth and scale of it, and lets out a long, slow breath. It really is spectacular, in its way. Terrible, gruesome and terrifying, but spectacular. The surge of bodies, from this high up, feels like watching ants. They're too big and too loud, but ants are still what he's reminded of. This is where he'll come - where he'll stay. This will be his ending place.

"Behind us." No time to say Alistair or Kaisa or the names of either of the other Wardens present. They'll know, same as he does.

This is where he will stay. Not them, though. Not a one. Herc moves forward, striking the pommel of Striker Eureka against his shield and working up a racket. He's always been a bit of an attention stealer. "This way, come on." Enough to give the others breathing room, to ready themselves, to draw fire so they don't. Enough for that, he hopes.

[fleurdesel]

Light flares at the tip of Adelaide's staff, arcing between that point and her hand as she pulls on the Fade- in a moment glyphs burst into being underfoot, fading quickly. Barriers ripple in the air to shield Herc, to shield all of them from the incoming spawn.

[justice_is_blond]

He didn't think he'd be missing Justice, honestly, but as he feels how many are heading their way, Anders does a tiny bit. A teensy, itsy-bitsy smidge. The devastation the spirit could have wreaked... but it's better this way. He's himself, and he'll fight the Darkspawn as himself. Barriers are up thanks to Adelaide, so Anders decides to go for a preemptive strike and hurl a large fireball past Herc, toward where the Darkspawn are coming from. Fire's always been his strongest suit. Even if it doesn't hit anything, at least there's fire there now that'll slow up the Darkspawn.

"It seems it's time for the welcome wagon."