Wintermarch Rifter Arrival

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters and their rescuers
WHAT:
WHEN: Wintermarch 10
WHERE: The Southern Hinterlands
NOTES: This log is backdated intentionally to allow new rifters to also immediately play in Skyhold and have a few days to handwave acclimation and explanations, if you'd like. It's open to rifters and to any Inquisition members who would volunteer to recover them.

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 stone, dropped from above by a flaring, crystalline green rip in reality that hangs overhead. Beyond it is blackness--no, if you focus, it's not emptiness, but stone, with the light from the rift reflecting on distant crevices and stalactites. You're underground. And you're not alone. There are two other people on the ground with you, and something with a deep, guttural laugh not far from you.

The source of the laugh is soon lit up with light of its own, arcing purple electricity rippling over a hulking body so large that humans don't quite reach its hip. It's the only demon here, but it isn't going to go down easily. And the only way out is a narrow tunnel that the demon is--demonically--blocking.

But you're not alone. There's that. The ground around you is scattered with weapons and belongings--maybe one of them is yours--and it won't be long before more people arrive, armed and armored and ready to fight.

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin shrugs, spreading her arms. "Probably. You can ask, but don't expect them to answer. They keep their secrets very closely guarded. Besides, I think most of the Wardens in the Inquisition are relatively new to it all, so they might not have been entrusted with a lot, anyway. We do have some veterans of the Fifth Blight with us, though, some of them not even Wardens. Our spymaster, Leliana, is one of those people."

[meds4sale]

"It must be something terrible indeed," he said, the slightest hint of an edge to his usual monotone, "if secrets take precedence to combating a disease of body and land."

There was almost certainly more to it than that but for now he seemed content with Korrin's answers. It gave him a foothold, knowing where to start when he began his search for information in earnest.

"Thank you. Much of that was very helpful."