PLAYER PLOT: Enfenim

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel, Sina, Cyril, Beleth, Sorrel, Myr, Saoirse, side of Anders and Alistair
WHAT: A demon has trapped Pel in the Fade.
WHEN: Forward-Dated to 25 Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows, the Fade
NOTES: Trigger warning bonanza for insects, body horror, corpses, dismemberment/maiming, death, illness, drowning, blood + will update if any more happen.

What am I to do with all of these dolls?
They've covered the floors, they've covered the walls.
They're stacked up chin-high all over the floor,
But my greedy child is screaming for more...

Comments

[arlathvhen]

There is a lot going on at the moment, and Beleth wishes that she could say she acted with courage and fortitude. In reality, she is first preoccupied with staring dazedly at Myr, wondering what in the world a fête is, and being incredible and genuinely moved by his willingness to help her, protect her.

Congratulations, Myr, you have leveled up your friendship link! Beleth is now willing to die for you. (Video game achievement music here)

Before Beleth can do anything besides stare stupidly at him, Myr’s shouting at Deheune, and oh god, her mother—

If it had been nearly anyone else, she could have stood against it. But that had just been her mother, her Keeper, and all Beleth can manage is a choked sob, taking a few steps back. But it’s not enough, and her body feels so heavy. Her hand reaches for Myr’s, maybe for protection, or for some small measure of comfort before—

And suddenly, there’s a voice shouting, a green light, and a tree. They’ve been saved, that much is clear. It takes her a few seconds of dazed staring to mutter the first thing she can think of. “Sylaise...?” Has her patron goddess managed to reach out for her? They were in the Fade, after all. Surely, if there was anywhere she could reach—but it’s not time to think about that, or to lay down and cry, or a number of things Beleth would like to do. She hurriedly wipes her tears on her sleeve, glances at Myr, then turns, and begins to climb.

BC I'M A COMPLETIONIST

[faithlikeaseed]

He does not know, when it comes for them, how he's meant to fend off that hungry blackness-- But Beleth is reaching for him, Beleth needs help, so he raises his blade and firms their barriers with a word (and takes her hand with his own, holding tight; if this is how they die--)

"Andraste--!" The oath dies on his lips as he starts back from the intervening forest in wide-eyed shock, not immediately sure of the beneficence of this miracle. (Demons have fought over dreamers before; what looks like divine intervention often isn't at the first remove--though Myr'd credit the Maker's hand behind it anyway, who moves in mysterious ways.)

There's hardly time to worry about that, though; Beleth has the right idea, and he spends only a moment longer gawping at their stairway out before following her up it.