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faderift2018-04-11 12:45 am
faderifting) wrote in faderift2018-04-11 12:45 am
Cloudreach 9:44 Rifter Arrival
WHO: New rifters & their rescuers.
WHAT: Welcome to Thedas.
WHEN: Cloudreach 10, 9:44
WHERE: Amaranthine
NOTES: This is the arrival log for all new rifters, open also to current characters who would participate in their recovery. New players can also assume everyone survives and arrives back in Kirkwall within a couple of days, but please note there will be a brief quarantine period when they won't be permitted to leave the Gallows, to get them up to speed while ensuring they're not diseased or otherwise going to kill anyone, before they're set loose on the city.
WHAT: Welcome to Thedas.
WHEN: Cloudreach 10, 9:44
WHERE: Amaranthine
NOTES: This is the arrival log for all new rifters, open also to current characters who would participate in their recovery. New players can also assume everyone survives and arrives back in Kirkwall within a couple of days, but please note there will be a brief quarantine period when they won't be permitted to leave the Gallows, to get them up to speed while ensuring they're not diseased or otherwise going to kill anyone, before they're set loose on the city.
You were asleep—whether deeply or fitfully, falling unconscious for the last time in a pool of blood or just resting your eyes for a moment—and then you were not. And wherever you were was not, anymore, replaced by nothing but the sensation of falling into endless, bottomless nothing. If this were still a dream, you would wake before you hit the ground. You can't die in a dream, they say. In some worlds.In this world, bathed in the light of a flare of too-bright, greenish light you will find yourself hitting mossy cobblestones with an unforgiving smack. You're alive, and you're fine, except for the narrow splinter of light the same sickly green as whatever brought you here that now glows out of the palm of your left hand. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions.
Above you is a shifting, crystalline tear in reality; beyond that, gray clouds and a sea breeze, framed by the high walls surrounding the city you've landed in. There are people on the walls, some of them armored and armed, all of them briefly and collectively paralyzed by the sight below.
Don't let their terror go to your head. It's not you that has them intimidated, nor is it any of the humans (or Qunari) who are sprawled out on the ground around you, nor is it the assortment of unfamiliar—to them, not to you, perhaps to you it's very familiar—junk that's spilled out as well, most notably some flaming metallic debris and a giant wooden cross.
It's the beings that are coming out after you, almost as if in pursuit. Two are drifting, spindly things with six spidery limbs in addition to grasping skeletal arms, eager to grab hold of anyone who comes too close and fill their field of vision with swirling darkness and corner-of-the-eye glimpses of whatever frightens them. Several more most closely resemble trees, perhaps, with half-melted squids for heads—which might not sound particularly scary, fine, but their ability to dive into the ground and resurface anywhere with rasping screams helps on that front.
All of these things would like to kill you, and the people around you, and the people on the walls, and perhaps the other people screaming and scurrying into taverns and shops for cover. But you're not alone. Out of those same taverns and shops come people who do seem to know what they're doing; many are wearing a symbol that looks a bit like a hairy eyeball being pieced through by a sword, and at least a couple of them seem to know what they're doing. Almost like they've been waiting for you. In fact, exactly like they've been waiting for you.
AFTERWARDS, the grateful citizens of the City of Amarenthine might provide a drink, a meal, or a place to tend to wounds before everyone sets back toward Kirkwall. It's not a long trip, but one that requires boarding a ship to cross a narrow sea. It will be a rough, stormy journey, but there won't be any demons.
Re: II
"Do I look okay?" he asked - snapped - really, his nerves frayed to the point that all he could do to mask his anxiety was to be angry instead. He winced when he lifted his hand from his wound and saw the injury was still definitely bleeding. Looking back at the man, he asked, "What the hell is happening?"
He had no indication he'd know a thing, but shit, someone had to.
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Daniel sighs before he answers, stopping a little distance away from the kid, to avoid crowding him. "I dunno. I just woke up here," he says. "But apparently it's happened before, and there are people who know more than I do."
He pauses for a second, looking at him with a worried frown. "And people who can patch us up. That wound could use some bandages, I'm sure," he says, nodding at the kid's arm. He pulls his own hand away for a moment to look down at it, covered in blood but still with that green light glowing within it, then puts pressure back on the wound again. "So could mine, apparently."
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He'd get patched up. He'd listen. If there were any signs of them trying to take him in because of how he appeared, he'd run. For now, compliance was probably the best option, and this guy sounded like he knew what was going on. He had the thing in his hand too, he could see the glow as he held it up. It was enough of an indication he wasn't bullshitting about being in the same position that he let his guard down a little.
"I would've been fine if the things hadn't kept coming up from the ground," he mumbled, embarrassed at his own inability to protect himself. After a moment of gaining his bearings, he struggled to his feet, still feeling like his limbs were weighted somehow. Turning to look at the stranger, he held up his own hand to show him the green spot. "You have this shit too?"
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"I'm Daniel, by the way," he introduces himself, because names breed familiarity and familiarity breeds trust. "I'd shake your hand, but..." he quips.
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Everything about this felt like a bad sign.
"Cliff," he replied in kind, glancing away as he introduced himself. He wasn't freaking out, so he guessed he was alright for now. Most people seemed more occupied about collecting themselves than bothering to wonder what happened to the wolf that was just among them, getting attacked as much as they were. Nearby, he saw someone seeming to wave people like them over to what were probably areas that were supposedly safe for them. It made him a little twitchy. "You think it's alright to go where they're telling us to? I'm not interested in getting rounded up for showing up here without even trying."
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"I don't know," he answers honestly, though probably also more casually than he should. It wouldn't be the first time something like this would bite him in the ass, but the kid might be more bothered by that possibility than he is. "But they seem to want to help."
He looks over at Cliff, the way he's watching his surroundings. "You could try leaving, then you'd know for sure," he points out. That cut on his arm won't be lethal. Daniel however definitely needs some actual medical care before he can start running around.