WAKING NIGHTMARES IN SKYHOLD

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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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[fleurdesel]

Death. Pain and death rips through the air like so much screaming. It is that as much as the sudden rumble of laughter that has Adelaide scrambling for the source- where there was pain there were injured- where there were injured she must work. In nothing more substantial than a chemise, dressing gown, and slippers- hair a long wild braid trialing behind her as she psrints for the garden, Adelaide skids to a stop at the first injured apprentice lodged in a mush. Breathing but barely and the sharp crack of something breaking on the other side of the garden tells her what is at work.

Abomination.

He's swinging something, raging and wild and barreling to another huddled group of terrified apprentices. Her hand snaps out, a wall of ice rising between him and them- it should hold through a blow or two. Long enough for them to run. "Take what injured you can and run!"