your faith was strong but you needed proof.

[dirth]

WHO: Solas, Thranduil, Adalia, Anders, Beleth, Rey
WHAT: All New, Faded for Her: Fade Rift edition
WHEN: Early this month after their return from the Sunless Lands
WHERE: Exalted Plains
NOTES: Possible warnings for murder, burning alive and all sorts of nastiness depending on the outcome of the quest! Starters are all in the comments!

ALL NEW, FADED FOR HER "One of Solas's old friends, a spirit, has been summoned against its will and needs his help."

Comments

[rowancrowned]

Thranduil inclines his head rather than answer, willing to take Solas' surety as gospel.

"I will go with Beleth," he says, glancing back at her. Ranged attacks will be able to pull the attention off him if Solas' friend comes too close, and he is well-skilled at harrying prey without outright killing it. Any wound might well transfer. He does not want to risk it, and he has faced more fearful things than this creature.

How terrible, to have your nature and being twisted. The idea, and the similar things he has seen, sits, oily, in the back of his mind.

[provenforce]

"So we're agreed that we're breaking the pillars?" Rey had been all ready to go until Thranduil had called for caution, and he is the one she knows best, here. She watches the tall elf carefully when he inclines his head, before looking back to Solas.

If there's no further objections she'll head towards the pillars, giving the others time to get into position before she starts to cut them down.

[dirth]

"Yes." Solas turns away from the group and the mages again, drawing his staff and holding it in his hands. If he was less in control of himself his hands might be shaking, but he thinks that the tension is clear all the same - there's an edge of something deadly and dangerous about him as he begins to draw power.

"Let's go."

[thunderproof]

"Finally."

Adalia reaches out and, after a second's consideration, drops haste on both Rey and Thranduil, without asking either of them if they want it.

"You both have one minute, go."

Then Adalia runs toward Wisdom, screaming to attract its attention.

[rowancrowned]

Whatever is laying over his skin unsettles him, and if it were not for the fact that they were in the midst of pitched battle, he would have it-- undone, whatever it is. The first step has him compensating, the weird lurch of nearly-vertigo throwing him off as he moves too fast, as if he isn't watching himself. He now has to think about his movements, conscious of his body in a way he hasn't been forced to be since he first fell through the Rift and felt his spirit to be half-empty.

No time to fix it. He waits until Beleth has enough distance that she can harry it with her arrows while he offers himself as a more-tempting target than the assembled mages. The other side of the pillars, then, waiting, and as soon as what-was-Wisdom is freed enough to consider attacking Solas and the others, he is there, all speed and flashing swords, but clumsy, all until the minute is up.