[Open] Phylactery Phun

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders and open
WHAT: A lot of magic hitting
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Gallows/Darktown
Content warnings: Does a nathanders thread count...

Healing, open

He's tired. He's tried sleeping in, but that doesn't work very well when the full effect of the captured phylacteries is on display. There's grim determination pushing him forward now as he and Mercy do what they can to keep up. He's moved office away from the main infirmary, though, just in case, and is now in a spare room, set up sparsely.

Mana Clash, open, happening a couple of times

Since the first report of attacks on mages, he's steered clear of people as much as he can, but that's not the easiest in a fortress.

One mana clash hits him in the kitchens, trying to get food while not endangering the mess hall, dropping him to his knees in pain and a mess of shattered plate with peas bouncing everywhere, radiating its mana draining effects all around. Another gets him in his makeshift healing room, as he's trying to mix elfroot potions, making for a slippery disaster. The third catches him as he's getting out of the baths and he cracks his head on the side, mixing blood in the water.

Paralysis, open

It's bizarre. One minute he's cutting herbs, and the next he's stopped, unable to move or do anything except feel panic well up.

For Nate

"Howe, is that feeling?" He's tired, but a large part of his stress has been dealt with and it's nice to tend to his husband. Even if he'll never be able to get rid of the arthritis in Nate's chest for good.

For Vandelin

He's tense when Van comes into his research room, but the elf isn't the source of it. In fact, a little bit of the tension eases and he waves the elf over.

"If this mess doesn't convince people on the fence that what's done to us is unaccepta--"

He doesn't get a chance to finish as the spell hits and spills outward, pain, sudden exhaustion, and paralysis all at once.

For Teren

He knows her fears. For that reason he's steered clear of Teren as best as possible, above and beyond how much he's trying to avoid most.

He needs tea though, needs it badly, so he risks a run to the kitchen... and nearly walks into her.

"I'm sorry. I'll be quick."

[Feel free to wildcard me with any of paralysis, mana drain, or mana clash! Poke me if you'd like something else.]

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[justice_is_blond]

"I'm not going to be a burden on the infirmary." He struggles upward, in pain but still managing. "I have dealt with worse. Not for a while, mind you, but I have. And while I'm getting older, I can at least not make more work for my team. But we can get you help."

The infirmary is there for everyone. It's hard to accept, though.

[circleprodigy]

Inessa still watches him in concern, not exactly approving, but unable to order him since he outranks her. "If you insist, but you'll still have assistance." Garahel grunts in agreement, looking up at Anders. He's big and sturdy, and doesn't mind playing support if it's wanted. "I'm ready to move when you are."

[justice_is_blond]

"I know how thin we're stretched. I see it when I'm on duty. I can't... I insist."

He can't bear to put more strain on them. They're his staff, even if he's not in charge of them. His team, even if he's Warden and not Inquisition. Anders shakily gets to his feet and stands there for a moment, finding his balance, before nodding at her.

"Let's get you there, and then I'm going to go up and take a nap, I think. Garahel, help her?" He's been hunted by Templars and fought against all sorts before. He can take this.

[circleprodigy]

Garahel pads over and Inessa rests a hand on him; that support helps considerably, even as she grits her teeth against the pain of moving at all. She does nod over to Anders, relieved that he's following through on that much.

"As long as you get some rest, I'll say no more on it. Onward, then." The tea break is officially over, not that it was much of one to begin with.

[justice_is_blond]

Anders gives her a small smile as they start the painful process of moving forward.

"Nate makes very certain I get rest. He'd sit on me if there wasn't a risk of turning into a fireball." It's not much of a joke. Anders spends the days without his cats or husband, avoiding people as much as possible, and that's wearing him down too. Only the fact that things have yet to occur during nighttime hours have him still sharing a room and bed with his family, and Anders hates being afraid for them as much as he hates stressing Nate with this endless torment.