[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.]

Comments

[byblow]

In another situation, Alistair might have milked this for something, but at the moment—with Nathaniel's frantic bellowing still in ringing in his head—he only says, "Who doesn't like exercise?"

Not him. He loves it. Clearly.

"You look like shit," he tells Anders, "that's been kicked in the face." Here to help. But also, seriously, "Who did it?"

[justice_is_blond]

"There's one single Templar-shaped-ish person I'm all right with bursting into here and it's the one telling me I look like shit, love."

He doesn't need the stress of someone he can't trust barging in on top of this. Not when he's getting this worn down and his jokes aren't even getting him rolled eyes.

"And we don't know, Alistair." There's even more exhaustion showing in his voice with this answer because it's not an answer at all and he wants one badly. "Someone has a lot of phylacteries from different Circles and is attacking with them. We, being mages formerly held in Kinloch Hold, haven't found out who or where yet."