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faderift2018-09-21 11:24 pm
laurenande) wrote in faderift2018-09-21 11:24 pm
Simple Gifts [Closed] - Part 2
WHO: Galadriel, Thranduil, Solas, Myrobalan, Merrill, Kitty, Lakshmi, Teren, Marcoulf, Jang, Obi-Wan, and Anders
WHAT: A trip to a perfectly normal Chantry in the middle of nowhere.
WHEN: Current.
WHERE: The Island of Alamar, Ferelden.
NOTES: Current warnings, to be updated: Mild Gore
WHAT: A trip to a perfectly normal Chantry in the middle of nowhere.
WHEN: Current.
WHERE: The Island of Alamar, Ferelden.
NOTES: Current warnings, to be updated: Mild Gore
The Abbey on the White Cliff
Around noon on the fourth day, Brigette and the other sisters gather up the people of the Abbey. Everyone who can walk, who can stand, is urged to join them in the auditorium--the doors at the end of the main hall are thrown open and the people welcomed in. Today Reverend Mother Alvar will be enacting her final miracle and, in the grand tradition of this Abbey, the people are invited to behold and take joy in the sight of it. They are encouraged to be there for the end of the previous Reverend Mother's life, just as they are encouraged to welcome the new Reverend Mother, Luca, as she assumes her new position.
The auditorium is a wide, stepped chamber that drops downward into an open forum and stage. The roof is high and domed and was once constructed of the same grey stone as everything else on the island. It was caved in at some point, destroyed by a falling tree, but it has been patched over with wood and canvas. The extensive scaffolding speaks volumes of how much effort has gone into restoring this room, but all of it stands still and empty in preparation for the ceremony.
Above the center of the stage, in the very middle of the room, visible from all angles, there is a great green tear in the veil--a massive rift cleaves the room in two. It churns sluggishly, ebbing and twisting, muted under the weight of whatever pall hangs across this Abbey. Around the rift there is a golden arch--the wood is carved into flames and swords and papered over in hammered gold leaf. Behind the rift there is a triptych depicting scenes from the Chant and each is lovingly painted and framed in gold.
The room is filled with chaos, but not of the sort one would expect in the shadow of a rift. The people who meander in, the pilgrims who take up the seats near to the stage at the base of the steps, all of them are smiling, all of them are happy, some are weeping tears of joy or remorse, but all of them are entirely unsurprised by the rift's presence. They take no issue lingering near it. Praise is heaped upon the carpenters for their diligence in finishing the arch, songs are sung softly as everyone gathers, and eventually the room is prompted to recite from the Chant as Alvar comes to the center of the stage. She is frail and those who spoke with her earlier will see how she has aged--twenty years in a day, it seems--and she leans heavily on Luca until she moves apart to stand on her own.
Here lies the abyss, the well of all souls.
From these emerald waters doth life begin anew.
Come to me, child, and I shall embrace you.
In my arms lies Eternity.
When she speaks the Chant, for a moment, her voice sounds youthful again--no older than Luca's--but it is fleeting and before the end she is breathless and thin once more.
OOC:
Hey everyone, this is part 2! I will be posting an initial thread for this scene that will be a free for all, but feel free to start a thread beneath the Ceremony Header if you want. Below I will be reposting the updated areas and people links, same as the previous post.
New Top-levels are welcomed, as always, but if you have questions please hit me up.
This section will contain the rest of this plot, unless we skyrocket to too many tags for me to keep them straight.
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"Fucking shit--You stabbed me!?" It's spoken as a sharp whisper, but it is still something of a shout.
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She has not removed the dagger.
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"Is this helping for you? Andraste's ass!"
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Her hand is still gripping the dagger but not pulling it out-- at least the other one is free now, gesturing impatiently. WHAT'S YOUR POINT BUDDY
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"The thing that did it took something from her, the thing they use! I assumed you'd want to help since you're all high'n'mighty about being better than folk. BUT APPARENTLY YOU JUST WANT TO STAB ME."
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He's lucky she's letting him stay so close to her bed.
"You'll wake the whole place, you idiot," she snaps, wiping her dagger on the top blanket, "what did it take?"
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"Oh no, I'll wake the whole place. What a TRAGEDY," he bitches and levels a glower at Teren. "It took somethin, I don't know what, but Luca's arm was in shred and she was a titter about us all gettin' out.
"If ya plan on stabbin more people come askin' for help, maybe just go back to bloody sleep. Luca's lost enough blood already."
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"Unless you want a primer on cuttin wood and the Chant of Light," he adds, his hand pressing hard on his shoulder. He glances sidelong at it and grimaces before looking back at Teren. It is a testament to how desperate the situation is, the fact that he doesn't flee.
"You said the line was one long, well here you are, right front," he repeats and draws a sharp breath as he steels himself.
"That thing it took, Luca was in a fuss, ready to faint--I don't know where it headed after it cut her up, but the cold goes with it. I'd bet it's in the north--rubble of the auditorium, offices maybe, might even be the old dormitories. Go kill it. Or make it stop. Or just distract it, if you can't be arsed to do the other two."
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