{OPEN} The Troubles with Magic

[el_tybs]

WHO: Samouel Gareth and OPEN
WHAT: The strange blue sickness is gone, and so is a certain Rifter. If things weren't bad enough, Sam is experiencing some bad magic
WHEN: Mid-Guardian
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: OOC notes. Injuries, depression, people get caught in magic gone wrong. Etc.

There is a long sigh of relief as the quarantine ends and a cure for the blue sickness is administered. Everyone can go home. He and Jim can go back home, and put this crazy experience behind them, get some much needed rest. Things go back to normal, or at least what has been considered 'normal' to this point.

Relief and contentment only last so long though.

{Disorientation and Blizzards: Home in Lowtown}
He was missing.

Sam was frantic since the moment he woke. Furs and blankets were tossed across the room, the mattress haphazardly leaning at an angle against the bed frame from which it had been shoved off. He seemed as if he knew where he was, but at the same time completely lost.

Kirk was missing.

And Sam... recognized their room, but seemed completely lost. It was after a few more minutes of frantic searching - mostly turning in a circle - before his senses seemed to catch up to him, his eyes less frenzied, more focused. His breath caught as he finally saw the state his bedroom was now in. His body lost it's previous energy from moments before, back finding a wall and slowly sinking to the floor.

That's right, his room, not their room.

Jim had simply disappeared. Sam had only momentarily looked away from his lover, heard his name being said, but when he had turned back, Kirk was gone. Logically, maybe because of the shard or maybe the cure for the sickness, Jim had been sent back home. Course there was relief that he had went home, but at the same time it was a heavy and sharp pain to his heart.

That happened days ago, however, with Sam having mostly secluded himself in the bedroom since. As much it hurt, it didn't make sense why he had become so disorientated and had forgotten how Jim was suddenly not here. Maybe he just needed to get out of the bedroom? To just not be here at this time?

Eyes still red and puffy, with some dark circles, Sam slowly made his way down the stairs to the kitchen. At reaching the bottom step he shivers, a wave of cold suddenly hitting him. He blinks at that, eyes turning towards the fireplace to see that the hearth was alight. That didn't make sense- Then there is a knock at the door. Even though he isn't really feeling up for visitors he still goes to open it.

Before he can reach the door though, Sam makes a noise as suddenly the entirety of his home is swept up in a blizzard, knocking things off the walls and counters, and everything becoming covered in a sheet of snow and frost. It lasts for several long seconds, biting at exposed skin, and it ends just as quickly as it starts, leaving the mage rather startled and extremely cold.

{Stonefists at the Infirmary}
It perhaps a week after the blizzard incident that Sam finally decides to get back to work. He's not seeing as many patients as before, taking the much milder cases at the moment, deciding he needs something to focus on. And mostly to get out of the house.

"Be with you in a second," he says, back turned to the tent flap as he finishes organizing his supplies when he hears someone at the opening. He's just about done, starting to say something else when a large stone appears somewhere over the cot before rocketing right into the mage. It hits him squarely in the side and with enough force that it sends him flying into the side of the tent, which in turn tears the cloth from its poles, making everything crumble down to the ground in a heap.

Sam makes a noise, more of a wheeze, from somewhere under the cloth, making no signs of getting up.

{wildcard}
Other spells Sam is experiencing are Paralyze, Mind Blast (AOE), Fireball (AOE), Chain Lightning (AOE), Earthquake (AOE), and Entropic Cloud (AOE). Feel free to start with one yourself, or hit me up via PM, or plurk (Tybs)

Comments

[samahl]

Cyril presses his lips together and nods. He has to admit that he isn't very knowledgeable with magic. They need a mage who can understand what is going on.

"What could cause it then?" he asks, trying to understand.

[el_tybs]

Sam is quiet for a time after Cyril asks that question, debating with himself quietly on just that. "I can only fathom that someone actually cast it on me... but I don't know who."

[samahl]

Cyril seems concerned at that. "Oh! I should probably check the house!" Because if someone cast that spell, they might have to be near, wouldn't they? He doesn't want to have an intruder in the house while they just cuddle under his covers.

"Are you going to be okay alone for a moment?"

[el_tybs]

Honestly, he doesn't think anyone is in the house, the doors have been locked and Jaylah hadn't made a fuss, and there was only the one entrance which he only saw Cyril go through. Then again he's been mostly locked in his room for the past couple days... And why would anyone target him?

Sam doesn't say anything though, nodding his head to indicate that he'll be alright alone. It was probably better just to check anyways.

[samahl]

Cyril double checks everything and also surveys how much snow and water they'll have to clean out, but he doesn't want to take too long away from Sam. He makes sure all of the doors and windows are closed and locked and finally comes back to his room.

"I think we're safe now," he says, though he still seems worried about the idea that someone attacked Sam. He goes to the bed to look him over. "How are you feeling?"

[el_tybs]

"Cold," he says honestly, hurdling up further into the blankets. "And uneasy." Not too surprising really. He had an unknown assailant and he was off kilter with Jim having disappeared. There's a pause as Sam seems to gather his thoughts. "How bad does the house look?" After having a blizzard go through it that is.

[samahl]

"We are going to have some water to clean out, of basically everywhere. And I think there might be some books and papers that are ruined..." Cyril replied as he climbed back into the bed to share his body warmth with Sam.

"But we don't have to worry about that right now. We need to get you warmed up."

[el_tybs]

Sam makes a face at that, clearly worried and worrying about it right now - more so because of his mental state with all the things that have gone on - but the face is just about all Sam does. He wasn't capable of getting up and doing something about it, and he didn't feel like doing much either.

With a heavy sigh he instead just nods his head and manages to move his arm enough so Cyril can sit against him better.

[samahl]

Cyril presses against Sam gently and carefully, wanting to share as much of his body heat that he can. He reaches up and strokes Sam's hair and tries to just be there for him for a while.

[el_tybs]

Having Cyril there did help in some way but it didn't make things better; Kirk was still gone and they still didn't know where the blizzard had come from.

"... Could you sleep here tonight?"

[samahl]

"Of course," Cyril replied quietly. "For as long as you need."

[el_tybs]

"Thank you, Cyril."

[OoC: Think good to wrap up there.]