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

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.

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The veilstrike hits Jang's arm efortlessly. It crushes it into the ground and it bends in several places it was never meant to. Her body is motionless as she is attacked but, once the strike is done, there is a flutter of movement. The fingers on Jang's hand tighten around the ring and, as they begin their jerking movements and form a fist, there is a strange haze that starts to rise. It is light, like the first beginnings of steam or smoke, but it is coming off of the body.

"You can't leave, not before I thank you," Jang says, her tone distant and with a quality of a sheet of vellum being batted about in a gale.

Then, all at once, Jang sits back up, her eyes open, and a cold blue light leaks from them. The macabre figure smiles and, with every motion, some of what remained of Jang seems to start evaporating away.

Teren thinks Jang has already thanked her plenty— her sternum burns painfully where the card hit it— but this doesn’t seem like an argument she can win.
“Get the fucking ring!” she shouts to Solas, picking herself back up to exhaustedly brandish both daggers, prepared to fend the creature off as long as she has to. But she didn’t come this bloody far just to give up on it, and nobody makes Teren von Skraedder do a damn thing she doesn’t want to.

There is no hesitation in Solas. He came for a reason, and that reason is set and clear in front of him - he will have the ring.

He summons another spell, a minor rift to hold the twisting body of Jang in place as he moves forward, magic around him as he goes. Teren is at his side, as exhausted as they both are, and it means they can both reach to try and grasp her. His fingers reach for her wrist, to hold her in a grip that is more like iron than anything else, squeezing hard as his other fingers go for the ring, to tear it off and keep it in his palm.

It must go back to Galadriel. It is the only thought in his mind.

Simple Gifts [Closed] - Part 2

The Abbey on the White Cliff

After a long pause, we are back to horror I am so sorry guys.

WELL BYE

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