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justice_is_blond) wrote in
faderift2018-03-05 06:11 pm
[Closed] Peeking at the Peak
WHO: Alistair, Anders, Carver, Loghain, Nate, Teren
WHAT: A happy little field trip out to a happy little place, all in hopes of continuing with a Blight cure.
WHEN: Drakonis 5
WHERE: Soldier's Peak
NOTES: Summarized here.
WHAT: A happy little field trip out to a happy little place, all in hopes of continuing with a Blight cure.
WHEN: Drakonis 5
WHERE: Soldier's Peak
NOTES: Summarized here.
The Fortress looms before them, cold stone walls protecting cold stone towers, rimmed by cold snowy hills.
It's cold, basically, and somehow manages to look even colder than it feels. The stairs upward are no longer even, crooked and bent as if some giant decided he wanted to romp his way through, and the gates are askew and slightly open.
On the approach there's little noise beyond wind whistling through, until the gate is touched and a flock of ravens bursts upward in a cackling cacophony. Beyond that it's still. Too still, perhaps.

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"Spirits?" he asks to Anders, glancing at him (and spares Teren's pride by ignoring how she tugs and yanks at the door latch).
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"Um," he says to Loghain, focusing on the figure as it moves around and then fades. "More like an echo, I'd guess. I saw something similar in the deep roads before, old things being played out as if they were repeating. It's... He's been here a long time, he may have made an impression in the Fade."
Anders steps closer, slowly, and there's no repeat of the scene. Everything seems to have gone still for now.
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Eyeing the door, she turns back to the group.
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"Perhaps," he begins, turning his attention back towards where the spectre had been moments before, "there's been something left behind." He starts to approach the desk, though he steps carefully. Just in case the ghostly form rematerializes, or something.
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Loghain is close enough to make out details of the figure's face if he wants - bald, human, wrinkled, and ancient-looking. Its gaze goes through him, unseeing.