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faderift2016-10-11 06:56 pm
faderifting) wrote in faderift2016-10-11 06:56 pm
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Harvestmere Rifter Arrival
WHO: New rifters & their rescuers
WHAT: People fall out of a rift and get attacked by stuff… in the desert!
WHEN: Harvestmere 10
WHERE: The Western Approach
NOTES: The arrival log is open to all. Solas was able to alert the Inquisition to the general area where the new rifters would be arriving so people could be sent to pick them up.
WHAT: People fall out of a rift and get attacked by stuff… in the desert!
WHEN: Harvestmere 10
WHERE: The Western Approach
NOTES: The arrival log is open to all. Solas was able to alert the Inquisition to the general area where the new rifters would be arriving so people could be sent to pick them up.
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.
In this world, you wake with a jolt when you hit rock or sand or wooden planks--you've been dropped into a narrow canyon, into the rocky orange sand at the floor or onto the rickety scaffolding along the steep wall. Judging by the heat, somewhere above is a bright and unforgiving sun, but view of the sky overhead is blocked by a flaring green rip in reality. There's a narrow splinter of light in the same sickly green as whatever brought you here, now glowing out of the palm of your left hand. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions.
The way ahead is blocked, too, by a monstrous, horned beast with too many eyes and electricity rippling down its arms: a pride demon with a very off-putting laugh. The only quick way out is up. The ladders and scaffolding and narrow bridges across the gorge have demons, too, but only smaller shades and wraiths. Your chances are better up there--you and the people you arrived with, four altogether, collectively less dangerous-looking than the demon.
Along the way, the planks are littered with debris: crustaceans, skateboards, crustaceans on skateboards, a cyvasse piece, a dagger, a set of bloody and very sharp canine teeth. And an enormous, moving, roaring tiger made of something green, translucent, slightly bouncy, and fruity smelling. The tiger has a rider, at least briefly, clad in a crinkly white suit and rounded helmet. It also has saddle bags, which are full of donuts if anyone is able to get close enough to check without getting swiped by a giant paw, claws sticking out through the ends of pink bunny slippers.
And at the top of the canyon walls, there's help--armed, armored help--already making its way down to meet you.
In this world, you wake with a jolt when you hit rock or sand or wooden planks--you've been dropped into a narrow canyon, into the rocky orange sand at the floor or onto the rickety scaffolding along the steep wall. Judging by the heat, somewhere above is a bright and unforgiving sun, but view of the sky overhead is blocked by a flaring green rip in reality. There's a narrow splinter of light in the same sickly green as whatever brought you here, now glowing out of the palm of your left hand. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions.
The way ahead is blocked, too, by a monstrous, horned beast with too many eyes and electricity rippling down its arms: a pride demon with a very off-putting laugh. The only quick way out is up. The ladders and scaffolding and narrow bridges across the gorge have demons, too, but only smaller shades and wraiths. Your chances are better up there--you and the people you arrived with, four altogether, collectively less dangerous-looking than the demon.
Along the way, the planks are littered with debris: crustaceans, skateboards, crustaceans on skateboards, a cyvasse piece, a dagger, a set of bloody and very sharp canine teeth. And an enormous, moving, roaring tiger made of something green, translucent, slightly bouncy, and fruity smelling. The tiger has a rider, at least briefly, clad in a crinkly white suit and rounded helmet. It also has saddle bags, which are full of donuts if anyone is able to get close enough to check without getting swiped by a giant paw, claws sticking out through the ends of pink bunny slippers.
And at the top of the canyon walls, there's help--armed, armored help--already making its way down to meet you.
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He scrambles up, takes look at the scene around him, and reaches for his wand. He can feel that it's wrong, but he doesn't have time to process that. He just wants to buy some time to get away from the demon.
"Stupefy," he tries, but the red blast of light misses the demon completely and hits next to it uselessly.
Running it is then. And up is good, it's easy to make sure the others are safe too, at least the people trying to get to them are shaped mostly like humans. Not that that means much. Some humans are terrible and some non-humans are among the bravest beings he's ever known.
Hiya Harry!
Slam.
Into the ground, sand, and he wondered briefly if he had fallen out of his chair under the tent, when he heard the roar, and looked up. Then up some more. Then up a little further than that.
"Fuck me." Tyrion whispered, as a splash of red light streamed up and smacked another creature, next to the snarling, many eyed monster before him. His gaze swiveled towards the young man who had shot at it, who was now running - towards him? No, towards ... all of them?
No time for that. He looked around quickly to find something to defend him, shouting to the young man, "Do you know what in the name of Seven Hells that thing is?"
Oh look, the cyvasse piece he had been holding -- and ... a board with small, odd wheels on it. Well, any spittle in a drought. He picked up both, stuffing the piece in his pocket and holding the skateboard in front of him like a shield, blue eyes following all the creatures cautiously, then darting around for a way out.
mmm tyrion :D
He would offer the levitate the stranger to make the process faster, but he doesn't want to risk it with his wand acting up.
Re: mmm tyrion :D
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[ooc; I'm thinking once Tyrion starts to make his way up, that's when Harry disappears to go help Sansa? Then they meet up again at the top?]
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[Sounds good to me!]