WAKING NIGHTMARES IN SKYHOLD

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Adelaide LeBlanc, Vivienne, Cullen Rutherford, Sabriel Abhorsen
WHAT: Subduing an Abomination
WHEN: Haring 11
WHERE: Gardens, Courtyards, Beyond the gates
NOTES: Violence, gore, death, corpses, etc.

It is another night in Skyhold- calm and relatively quiet, most asleep or tending to their solitary business without expecting anything too strenuous at the late hour in the depths of their stronghold. For all that it is still undergoing renovations it is secure and has come to be something of a home for most that have traveled there looking for sanctuary.

The night's split by a deep, rumbling laugh, spurred on by the rending of flesh and the bright surge of flame, a chorus of screams and prayers rippling in it's wake. An abomination has ripped its way into being in the gardens, twisting the body of the boy into a creature seven feet tall, his mage robes shredded in tatters over misshapen muscle that twists and knots over protrusions of bone and raw, pulsating, pustulent meat. His face a rictus of vicious intent, irregular fangs nd warped, drooling lips below terrified, human eyes. In one hand he has the battered corpse of a young woman that he drags by the ankle as he smashes his way through the scrambling crowd of the garden, bursting into the main hall- many of his peers broken and bloodied and sobbing in his wake.

A call goes out- the first to the scene are the first to see this creature, the first to act in the Inquisition's defense.

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[paperwing]

Her shields may hold, but Sabriel wastes no time in replacing them anew. She knows that may be unwise and could leave them vulnerable later, but that roar of flame only grazed the protective boundary she'd raised - there was no way she was taking the risk of letting them slide until she knew its full strength.

Not that she wanted to find out. She knew equally as much that other two women's reserves would not last forever, and neither would the surpressive abilities of a Templar - they had to do this quickly for their own sakes as much as those around them.

"We'll have to keep a pace if I am able to continue shielding the Commander," she says, noting Vivienne's ice glyphs and adding a sparse scovering of paralysis glyphs in the gaps between. Not enough to stun it completely, but enough to act as a deterrent. "I will do my best to protect you both whilst you cast," she adds to Adelaide and Vivienne. Her fire magic has no use, here, but she has her shields, she has her debilitations, she has her sword if need be, and she will use it.

The ice is not something the abomination likes. It can burn through it, as it does with another bout of flame in the direction of the terrace and the last of the blizzard, but it takes time it does not want to take when those it wants to pursue are moving away and the other way is oh so much easier - another wall of ice will likely make it go where they please. It turns, movements laborious, arms swinging, and those same arms are not empty, but carry something.

Someone.

[fleurdesel]

"Done." Benefits of being a Spirit Healer- that which she uses to heal comes not from herself. Benefits of focus drills and multitasking, of swapping between her own reserves and tapping into Compassion for healing- she can twist the mending into it's conclusion with one hand and extend her other to cast another wall. Tall and towering, thick and straight- attempting to guide it from the main hall to the courtyard proper. Even in the chaos she is as precise as possible, expending only as much energy as she must before moving on.

Some of these apprentices are beyond saving. She must focus on those they can.

It pains her to stand, to leave them sobbing and frightened as they are dragged away or as they slip into the Fade permanently- but there is nothing more she can do. Standing she moves to keep pace with Sabriel and Vivienne, hands frosted over. Guiding it away from the main hall, back out to the courtyard- and Cullen playing a pretty lure? Walls she can raise, shields she can cast, but they can attack- an abomination is too human for Compassion to bear her striking.

"One moment-" She weaves her spells quickly, hands glowing and snapping through the air- willing into being two glowing, gold green wisps of light that circle Sabriel and Vivienne to empower their spells for the time being. Cullen, playing decoy like an idiot, warrants something else. Her eyes flash with Compassion's power, her hands glow, and it will offer him an edge, an enhanced clarity, strength, and speed for however long she can hold the spell together.

[perseverances]

Unfortunately, the Commander can play the decoy well. He knows when to defer to more powerful party members, and Adelaide, Vivienne, and Sabriel are some of the best. When the spell envelopes him he's wary at first - not many know of what he's gone through at the expense of magic and demons, but he nods back to the caster out of deference and takes his shield and sword up and clangs the two of them together to get the Abomination's attention.

He trusts that the ladies will also help everyone else steer clear from their end, while he shouts for everyone to get out of the way near him. No one else deserves to die or get injured tonight.

[madame_de_fer]

Enhanced magic thanks to Adelaide is always a benefit and somewhere in the back of the First Enchanter's mind, she is pleased they are all of them so easily capable of working as a team. She nods once to Sabriel, acknowledging her supportive shields and a call to keep a moderate pace. Time is assuredly of the essence before more lives are lost, but a rushed battle will do none of them any good.

Taking advantage of the distraction that Cullen is providing, Vivienne encases herself in icy armor, then fade steps directly behind the creature to begin lobbing more wintry magic at the Abomination. Fighting fire with well... ice actually. Once they've driven it out, she intends to freeze it in place then assault it with another blizzard.

What's bothering her is the young corpse the monstrosity is hauling around. Not merely for the additional death, or even the morbidity of such an act. There is a reason this creature is doing such a thing, unusual though it is. She quite suspects it has a hand in why one of the mages has succumbed and once this terror is over, intends to find out if that is so.