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the kids'll blow dandelion fuzz

WHO: The Righteous Snow Teams & anyone who wants to watch (and laugh, and judge.)
WHAT: A GIANT SNOW FIGHT.
WHEN: 13th July or whatever the IC equivalent is.
WHERE: In the valley near Skyhold.
NOTES: ooc post 1 and also ooc post 2. The snow fight itself is closed to those that signed up, but the observation/chilling afterwards stuff is open. No warnings to add here, please put any that come up in the subject lines!

Also we have room for one more last minute sign up!

Wrap up warm! It probably goes without saying that certain medical personnel will be less than sympathetic to those who come to them with colds after this.

The valley near Skyhold has never really completely defrosted, given how high up they are in the Frostbacks, and Adelaide's students have found themselves working with an environment very receptive to the reintroduction of cold, even in the summer months.

The battle field is impressive. Each of the six teams has their own fortress, forming a rough circle on a thick blanket of snow. Each fort has one flag flapping over all others, the only one each has that cannot be stolen (or, at least, would be very challenging.) Their other seven flags are considerably smaller, and where they are depends entirely on how the team opts to defend them. The vast majority of the snow is white, but there are generous patches within and around each fort that matches that Team Fort's colour. Each fort is a little different, but comes with a catapult build inside it, and scattered around the field are large snow drifts, some battering rams, and a trebuchet. (No trebearchet, sadly. We can always dream.)

Every team member is given a sash of their team colour, and a round wooden shield that is so padded that hurting someone with it would actually be quite an accomplishment.

Far enough away to be spared the fighting, but not to entirely escape the chill that has been renewed in the valley, are some benches. There is warm cider and some food being served, and people are welcome to come and watch (and laugh, and judge) and/or hang out with the noble warriors once the fight has wound down.

Recap of OOC & IC Info;

ADELAIDE	BLACKWALL	CASSANDRA	MERRILL	NORRINGTON	OBI-WAN
violet	apricot	seafoam	raspberry	goldenrod	periwinkle

Andra	Zevran	Eirlys	Sabine	Sadira	Vasran
Alistair	Samouel	Church	Ruby	Clarke	Anders
Cosima	Rydia	Korrin	Martel	Mal	Aleron
Daenerys	Cullen	Sherlock	Ciri	Hermione	Ingrid
Bellamy	Kas	Aveline	Bruce	Taashath	Katniss
Pel	Ellana	Velanna	Lexa	Cyril	Merrick
Anakin	Jeannot	Emma	-	Val	Kirk

Plus Teren as a wildcard and liferiner. No other wildcards on the field!

IC-ish RULES AND STUFF.
1. NO WEAPONS, NO MAGIC.
Assume there is unlimited snow - some dyed to match team colours - so there are snowballs galore! Every person also gets an extremely well padded round shield as a chance to defend themselves. Don't use the shield as a weapon, pls and ty.

2. FLAAAAGS.
Each team gets seven flags that match their team colour. The IC goal is to capture as many flags as you can, but OOCly this is flexible and timey wimey and you don't need to worry about keeping track of flags bc who has time for that?

3. NO VIOLENCE.
Or, more accurately, no going out there to hurt people - it is a snow fight and there is siege equipment, let's not kid ourselves. That said; no tackling anyone smoller than you. If you hurt someone, apologise and don't be an ass. Don't make an NPC referee come after you.

4. BASICALLY JUST HAVE FUN.
Characters can't be eliminated unless they're being a big jerk, but no one wants that to happen because friendship is magic, or something. If it's fun and its awesome then odds are it's totally fine, unless it'd put a character in danger.

There will be an IC prize for winning, which will be ICly due to happen after Orlais since that opens up so soon after the snow fight.

A quick recap on how the winners will be determined OOCly - in three weeks time I will do a tally of points based on comment count and tagging around done per team. Three weeks will hopefully allow everyone a chance to dive in even if unexpected RL things happen, as they are wont to do, and not put on too much pressure with the Orlais plots opening up.

How to get points:
1. Open starters! Every team will get 2 points per team member that posts an open starter.

2. Tag around! Every team will get 2 points every time a team member tags a new person. (If character A tags characters B, C & D they will get 6 points total for tagging around - three different threads with character A and character B would still only result in 2 points.)

3. Keep threads going, hop around and have fun! Every comment by a team member will be worth 1 point. (Multi-comment responses ie. one tag split over two or more comments will still only count for 1 point.)

4. Be hilarious, do something awesome, idk persuade me that something is worth an extra point. NO SERIOUSLY, TELL ME I love excuses to reward people for puns and/or being absurd.

5. IC rule breaking may result in points being taken away because how rude.

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She tilts her head looking at him as her brows knitted together trying to place him. "Possibly a few classes ahead of me? It took me a long time to stop being terrified of my magic. I only just passed my harrowing two or so years ago." IT was impossible not to make a face, "I'm sorry you were caught up in that. I heard it was bad."

The gift of Wolf-y hearing - she cants her head to the side, and grins with the sound of the gasp. Bingo.

At least she gives Daenerys the courtesy of humming, thoughtful, rather than dismissing her out of hand. "I don't know. If I give up with you be merciful?"

It occurs to her, belatedly, that she's used up a lot of her snow to hand, as she scrabbled as frosted over grass and ice stretches. Perhaps she doesn't have this so easily in hand as she suspected. "Like, maybe letting me go without taking any flags style merciful?"

Sam cannot help but make a bit of a face in return hearing about the Harrowing - it was something that still bothered him. "I took mind almost... eight years ago. I suppose not too surprising that we didn't cross paths much." Even if it was just a tower there were still many mages there that you didn't possibly know all of them.

"It was... something. I got lucky to be honest - if I hadn't decided to head for the town for a moment." Well he wouldn't be here now that's for sure.

"True," Beleth agrees. "Honestly, I would hope that she'd be the one able to set him straight. That, or prove that he's actually a demon posing as a bird." She sighs wistfully, imagining for a moment, a world without Baron Plucky. "But...Leliana would never give up her favorite raven."

She shrugs, jabbing her finger into the snowman to make eyes. "I'll draft up a letter and send it to you. If you think it's decent, we can give it to the advisers."

She was still having nightmares about her harrowing thanks to the fear demon she encountered. "Indeed. I was also very nondescript. I tried to draw as little attention to myself as possible and was usually in the Chantry or studying anything I could get my hands on about being a Knight-Enchanter."

Her expression goes dark as he spoke about the Circle. "I heard it was bad. So many died-- I always thought Ostwick was sedate... who knew there was that much dissension among those who wanted freedom. "

"I'll await it then," Sina replies, still smirking a bit at the situation. She's in the process of finessing the halla's face, but a shiver disrupts the motion, and she brings her hand toward herself to clasp them both over her arms.
"...it's chilly out here," she says with a weak smile, and begins to get to her feet. "I'll go see what Nari's up to." By that she mostly means go to her tent and cover herself in blankets until the cold can't permeate anymore, but she doesn't like to remind anyone, let alone herself, of how much flesh she's lost over the last half year.

"Pel." No last name. Or maybe it is her last name (it's not). She gives a nod. "I've not seen a young human with that hair color before. It's very elven."

Pel's is more silver than white, and she has always been a bit disappointed by that.

"Hmm." Her mouth twitches in amusement, and she finally emerges from her hiding place, hands outstretched and empty. "I think I can offer mercy just this once. Though, if you appear and hit me again, I'll never again show mercy to anyone."

Fierce khaleesi as she is. Dany admits a slightly larger smile as she waits expectantly, eyes trained on where the other woman is hiding (she thinks).

"Wow," Ruby starts, and she can't keep the grin out of her voice, even as she starts to slowly emerge, hands held up. "It's a good thing you aren't dramatic, or anything, or I'd be worried."

It's a fond, amused kind of teasing, for all that it's called across their miniature no man's land, before Ruby straights up from behind her protective wall. "So we're good, right?"

Why does she feel they are not good?

"So I've been told," Dany admits, without any abashedness. After all, she knows nothing of the elves of Thedas and their plight. "Another with hair like mine rescued me when I first arrived, and though he was an elf, he isn't of this world, either."

Strange coincidences, she thinks.

"Do no humans have silver hair, then? Unless they're old?"

"I never met one." Pel tugs at her braid. "One of our gods had white hair, it's said, and it marked her as very beautiful. She used to be one of the People, until Andruil, goddess of the hunt, fell in love with her."

No one has ever accused Daenerys of being not-dramatic.

"If you say so," Dany replies crisply, expecting a snowball to the face. She isn't about to throw one at Ruby, but in this play-fight, she isn't sure she's anywhere near safe, yet. "So long as you don't change your mind and attack."

Please. No more. No more snow to the face.

"And so she became a god herself?" Dany questions. She knows little to nothing of Dalish folklore and it shows, though she's at least polite in her curiosity.

"Even if Ostwick was not as bad as other Circles I'm honestly not surprised that there were many who felt that way. The fact that it happened as it did though... I didn't think anyone would go that far." He had a healthy dislike for the Circle, but blood magic and slaying the higher-ups as they did? They had been good people individually if you didn't think Templar and Mage.

"It didn't seem like there was much on Knight-Enchanters since I never came across it - it was a bit of a surprise when I learned of it here."

"It's a rather longer story than that, but more or less. Ghilan'nain came across a hunter who had slain a hawk, an animal sacred to Andruil. As punishment, she called on Andruil to curse the hunter so he could never kill again." Hiking uphill is breathless work, so she pauses for breath. "The hunter was angry, so he tracked Ghilan'nain and blinded her first, then bound her. But because of his curse, he could not kill her, so he left her for dead. Andruil sent hares to chew through the ropes he used to bind Ghilan'nain. But because she was blind, Ghilan'nain could not find her way home, so Andruil turned her into the first halla--a white deer sacred to my people."

They've climbed high enough, so Pel pauses for breath before stooping down and getting to work. Without comment, she begins to form ice under her hands that takes the shape of a sled as she works.

Sadira nodded, flicking a bit of snow off her gloves, " so that she could tuck her hands closer to her body, Fake cold was still cold. "Knight-Enchanters as a rule it seems are carefully monitored and not every circle does the training of one. Teaching a mage about rank and file as well as leadership back before the circles fell would have been a recipe for disaster. It's also why I was on my way to Montsimmard when everything fell to pieces."

"Hm. Does that mean you are a Knight-Enchanter or are you still looking to become one?" He knows several of the mages in Skyhold have already learned to become as such - he's even helped with making their weapons. "The sword are pretty cool."

He can't just chuck a snowball at a woman when she's down. It's not right. When she tosses the snowball, and Puppy takes off to go try and bring it back, he offers her a hand up. "A nice little break. Ruby was right. We needed this."

Cullen sends Puppy tearing after a pair of yellow opponents, who have already captured a red flag and run off to try and keep it, and he puts himself between Ellana and a low stone wall that he can't get a decent look behind. He nods his head once, and hisses a "go go go" to her, prepared to cover her mad dash back to their own base.

"That's..." Dany also has to catch her breath, small as she is, though she listens attentively and appreciates the story for its message, at least. "... Thank you for sharing that with me."

She's yet to see a halla, but imagines that they're beautiful creatures. Speaking of beautiful - Dany's eyes widen as Pel works, creating the 'sled' from ice alone, and she marvels in silence over the many, many foreign experiences she's had since her arrival not long ago.

"You've done this before," she comments lightly, with a sort of breathless smile.

"Yes," Pel says without confidence, for a reason that immediately follows: "Not for myself, just for the children of my clan. And I've made other sculptures from ice. Come on."

She sits in front, tucking her legs in with a trepidatious smile.

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