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

[conqueredhearts]

"Ah! In that case then I am not that. A familiar is the animal that the boy had. A small rodent who could gather information for him."

He grinned at him, obviously ready to better understand this since it was still so new to him.

"Is there more to this shikigami? Are they truly so similar to familiars?"

[meds4sale]

"Yes, though they are not always beasts."

He wasn't sure how much more he could explain it while keeping things simple.

"But you seem solid enough that you are likely neither."

He also didn't seem malicious enough to be one, but the Medicine Seller knew enough not to trust first impressions.

[conqueredhearts]

"I am very solid! Would you like to feel?"

He held out a hand so that way he could get a feel if he so desired to. Really he saw no reason not to. Maybe it could show this seller of medicine something interesting!

"This is my physical form, after all."

[meds4sale]

This got a slightly bewildered expression from the Medicine Seller who was not a particularly touchy-feely sort of person.

He gave Iskander's proffered hand an experimental prod.

Yup. That sure was some muscle, sinew and bone all up under that skin.

"Very impressive."

[conqueredhearts]

"Were I in my world I would have a spiritual form that would be without solidity. I could go anywhere I wished that way. Mmm. It seems that has changed now. Still, I am spirit, whatever sort I am like."

That did bring him to a question though. "Do you know much about spirits, my friend?"