[open] Satinalia/Hand Your Life To Me

[venenifer]

WHO: Riftwatch
WHAT: the greatest Satinalia surprise of all
WHEN: During the party.
WHERE: The Gallows' central tower top floor and Templar tower dining hall/kitchens.
NOTES: A smattering of violence and mayhem, but easy enough to opt out should you not wish to participate! Feel free to create regular party top levels if that's what you'd prefer, as the interruption will be fairly short in the grand scheme of things.

Satinalia has arrived, and with it a bitter rain which threatens to dampen any attempts at outdoor revelry. However, the staffed dining hall in the Templar tower is decked out with festive tapestries and garlands, extra candelabra to offer more light to the large stone room, and a feast appropriate for any celebration. Kegs of ale and wine sit at the end of the food table with an assortment of bottled spirits, carafes of tea and coffee, and at least one variety of juice made from the fruit of a northern region, just for the novelty of it.

The night’s music is largely provided by Riftwatch’s own, with enough variety of musicians among the ranks that they’re able to swap in and out at will, do some dancing and drinking, and return to the fun.

It’s LATE EVENING when the first revelers attempt to trickle off to their beds, but find their efforts discouraged by the entryway’s unwillingness to budge. It would seem that it’s been barred from the other side; it will also quickly become apparent to anyone who tries the door to the kitchens that it is equally compromised, much to the confusion of any kitchen staff currently in the dining hall.

Before too long, a voice begins to speak over the open network, echoing strangely from each individual crystal in the room:


This is the promise we make in her name. We lead by example, untempered by the words of heretics. We fall to pave the way for the Maker’s paradise.

As was blessed Andraste in her time, we must be cleansed in fire. The world must move forward, ever forward, and to do this it must end.

We must all end.

Comments

[muckspout]

Edgard is in the hall running and skids to a stop when he hears the smash of a glass. He's sober more or less (everybody has a drink or two at Satinalia), but he took the opportunity of the party to do a little investigating.

He grabs the door and swings it open.

"Grenade?!" He shrieks and then sees Byerly too far from the door and the weird mist. He curses loudly in Orlesian and then runs inside. His vision immediately blurs, but he manages to roughly grab the man. His chest feels like it will burst.

He's two steps from the open door when his vision starts to darken even more. He uses his entire weight to shove Byerly out the door while he falls to the ground just inside.

[propulsion]

Tony isn't friggin working on Halloweenmas. No, he came up here for, like, other shit, and has absolutely been drinking, and fortunately is not in the same room as rising mist, closing throats, tearing eyes.

He pops out the door of his office, a blank kind of look where sunglasses (enchanted) (he can see clearly in the gloom) reflect nothing across where he sees Byerly's body come crumpling out of his door directly across the stretch of stone hallway, and another figure in the smog collapsing down like something faulty and foldable.

Did someone just yell grenade?

Spurred into action, Tony races over, all red cotton and gold accents. His hands land on Byerly, briefly, rolling him over to check for signs of consciousness, and apparently sees enough of them that he (after a gulp of air, a held breath, a good instinct for a mad scientist to have when he detects the smell of corrosive fumes) reaches across the threshold to grab Edgard and drag him out into the hallway as well.

Burying his face in his elbow, Tony claws inwards to jam the door closed, although there's a lot of swooning man body to get around.

[bouchonne]

Byerly sucks in struggling, wheezing breaths, his fingers digging into the gaps between the stones. Tears are running down his cheeks. He says -

"Someone - "

And then he coughs, and fights again for breath. When he speaks this time, it's with more success, though his voice is thin and reedy.

"Someone - threw - the poison - Heard them running away. Stark, go after them - "