AUGUST RIFTER ARRIVAL

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-August
WHERE: Southern Tevinter, then the Gallows
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, which are closed to new rifters and to the characters involved in the catacombs escape/rescue team in the Tevinter plot. It also contains a new QUARANTINE prompt that is open to everyone.

Comments

[aenseidhe]

Champion, he says, and that seems like the weirdest thing Iorveth has ever been called, all creative insults included. It does have Iorveth double take a moment, lips parting to question it, but he decides better of it. Timing and all - people are fighting huge monsters and could use some back up.

"Nothing here will be anything that you remember. You've been brought to another world." Iorveth explains shortly, as he pulls the complex looking bow from his back and several arrows from the quiver on his belt, holding the extras and the arrow currently nocked all in the same hand - makes for quicker reload. "These creatures are demons that followed you through the Fade."

[lil_lion]

Anduin takes the bow and the arrows readily. So he fell through some sort of portal, then. Well, there would be time for sorting out the logistics later. The bow is the finest he has ever held. He admires it as he tests the draw and makes an effort to reconnect with his training, regretting he did not keep it up after he answered the call of the Light.

He nocks an arrow and plants the others in the ground beside him then carefully takes aim at one of the demons, looking for an opening in their ridged, armoured hide. Perhaps he would have to go for the eyes... "Demons invading other worlds sounds very like the Burning Legion to me." Anduin shoots well- a little better than one would expect- but he's slow. "Is that the Fade? That tear in the sky above them?"

[aenseidhe]

The complex looking bow is Iorveth's and Iorveth's only, practically sacred to him, but thankfully he does have another on his person to hand over to Anduin. The one he's handed is a dragonthrone recurve bow with a frost rune fused to it - won from the Grand Tourney when he emerged champion in archery. It's probably worth much more of a fortune that Iorveth's Scoia'tael bow, but he has his preferences. The spare arrows will be dropped to the ground between them.

"They call it a fade rift." Iorveth explains, as his shots fire rapidly. He's clearly enough a master of this art, but a century of training will do that. "I'd assume that the Fade is beyond it, but it's ill-advised to check."