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faderift2017-11-15 12:48 am
faderifting) wrote in faderift2017-11-15 12:48 am
FIRSTFALL RIFTER ARRIVAL
WHO: New rifters & their rescuers
WHAT: People fall out of a rift and get attacked by stuff, as usual.
WHEN: Firstfall/November 14
WHERE: Somewhere a ways off the Imperial Highway between Cumberland and Nevarra City
NOTES: This 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 can pick them up. Rifters can then either continue on with the main Inquisition caravan to Nevarra City or be escorted back to Kirkwall.
WHAT: People fall out of a rift and get attacked by stuff, as usual.
WHEN: Firstfall/November 14
WHERE: Somewhere a ways off the Imperial Highway between Cumberland and Nevarra City
NOTES: This 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 can pick them up. Rifters can then either continue on with the main Inquisition caravan to Nevarra City or be escorted back to Kirkwall.
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, when the afterimage left by a flare of too-bright, greenish light fades, you will find yourself landing with a wet smack. There is no avoiding the mud: this rift has opened up in the center of some unfortunate farmer's field, and all his hard work plowing and manuring has now been ruined, first by the rain that has churned it into a thick and especially fragrant muck and then by the arrival the rift itself, splitting the air mid-field and making it impossible to safely plant. And now, of course, there's you as well, tumbling out of the Fade and into the shin-deep mud.
The cluster of demons emerging from the rift seem at odds with the setting, strange stark shapes in this empty space, standing out against the grey sky. Some are tall, spindly stick-things with too many eyes who seem like they should tumble down the hill in a tangle of limbs but instead sink into the snow to anchor themselves and use the long reach of their arms to attack. Some are hunched and hooded with no eyes at all, others mere wisps of greenish light that float over the icy ground. None look friendly or familiar. Also unfamiliar is the narrow splinter of light the same sickly green as whatever brought you here that now glows out of the palm of your left hand. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions.
All around is more fields, except for an abandoned farmhouse a ways off, beside a windbreak of spindly trees topping a low ridge before the next stretch of pasture. As you find your feet, you may catch sight of a handful of figures in the distance, exiting the farmhouse and hurrying away over the hill. If anyone ventures to the farmhouse, they will find the remains of a camp, and may be able to locate a dropped notebook or what looks like pieces of some unknown scientific instrument, apparently broken in the rush to leave.
In this world, when the afterimage left by a flare of too-bright, greenish light fades, you will find yourself landing with a wet smack. There is no avoiding the mud: this rift has opened up in the center of some unfortunate farmer's field, and all his hard work plowing and manuring has now been ruined, first by the rain that has churned it into a thick and especially fragrant muck and then by the arrival the rift itself, splitting the air mid-field and making it impossible to safely plant. And now, of course, there's you as well, tumbling out of the Fade and into the shin-deep mud.
The cluster of demons emerging from the rift seem at odds with the setting, strange stark shapes in this empty space, standing out against the grey sky. Some are tall, spindly stick-things with too many eyes who seem like they should tumble down the hill in a tangle of limbs but instead sink into the snow to anchor themselves and use the long reach of their arms to attack. Some are hunched and hooded with no eyes at all, others mere wisps of greenish light that float over the icy ground. None look friendly or familiar. Also unfamiliar is the narrow splinter of light the same sickly green as whatever brought you here that now glows out of the palm of your left hand. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions.
All around is more fields, except for an abandoned farmhouse a ways off, beside a windbreak of spindly trees topping a low ridge before the next stretch of pasture. As you find your feet, you may catch sight of a handful of figures in the distance, exiting the farmhouse and hurrying away over the hill. If anyone ventures to the farmhouse, they will find the remains of a camp, and may be able to locate a dropped notebook or what looks like pieces of some unknown scientific instrument, apparently broken in the rush to leave.
Best big bro ;.;
Agreed, let us away!
[But only because it means his brother is protected. Only when the demons fall away behind them does he frown, perplexed at the back of Maedhros' head.]
...Nelyo? Is it...really you?
He tries ;n;
Yes, it's me. (He squeezes Maglor's arm briefly.) And this isn't Arda. I will explain as much as I am able, I promise. But, for now, you are safe.
<3
...But something is still different.] ...Nelyo! Your hand! [He simply accepts the rest of what Maedhros tells him, because this is Nelyo.]
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Forget it. (He grimaces and tries again.) I arrived whole and unscarred. (A state that didn't last long!) I will take you to where I have been staying.
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You say this is not Arda, but perhaps is it Mandos? [Maglor doesn't seem entirely upset with the idea of being dead. Because he's not alone.]
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It is not Mandos. This is...another world entirely. (He pulls the horse to a stop so that they can all catch their breath.) Are you hurt, Kano?
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When the horse comes to a stop, Maglor breathes a little easier, adrenaline slowly fading. It leaves him feeling strangely drained, and he leans a little heavier against his brother.]
'M fine, Nelyo... [Only various cuts and bruises, mostly gained in the fights with the demons. But Maedhros might notice just how thin Maglor is now, even under the sturdy clothing he wears.]
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You are not. Look at you. You are skin and bone! (And it's his fault, he knows.) Alright, you are getting in front of me.
(He dismounts and nudges Maglor forward before he sits behind him.)
Just rest against me.
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Maglor blinks up at Maedhros, not protesting the embrace or check so long as his brother doesn't push him away. It's when the other dismounts that he tenses and makes a distressed sound, reaching for him even as he moves where directed and settles back to quiet when Maedhros remounts behind him.
His hallucinations, memories, ghosts- whatever one calls them- have lied to him before.]
...You said...where are you staying, Nelyo? [Clearly he has to try harder and do better!]
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He makes a soft sound in his throat, soothing in nature, pulling Maglor against his chest when he is back on the horse.)
Kirkwall. It is a fortress and they have all the implements we need to make new armor.
(He kisses the top of his brother's head and spurs the horse into a trot.)
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The soothing sound helps settle him further and he presses back against his brother. Nelyo won't let him fall.]
It has been a while since I have worn armor...Are there more creatures as those we fought here?
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Yes, but I will deal with them. If armor is not comfortable for you, you need not wear it.
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We will deal with them. [He responds firmly, tipping his head back to look at his brother, gaze steadying and firm.] Armor will only help, since there seem to be enemies here.
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In time. (He kisses the center of Maglor's forehead.) Enemies I will behead and gut to no end while my brother regains his might.
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Maglor hums, settling under the kiss, and tucks himself back just a little closer to his strong brother.] They won't harm you either. I won't allow it.
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Don't worry for me. I have no desire to chase death, Kano.
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You are my brother, Nelyo. I- [am sorry I wasn't enough] will stay at your side as long as you will have me.
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Forever.
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Then here I will stay.
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We are close. Do you think you can walk?
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If you want me to walk, I will walk. [Simple~]