[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

[poleaxed]

[Jone had expected a gentle party, and is instead fitting herself into armor as well. Something is wrong.]

What happened, Ben?

[altusimperius]

There was a fire in the kitchen, Enchanter Rowntree just burst in.

[Every word makes it clearer how hard he’s trying to keep it together.]

I think the hall door is barred.

[archademode]

Consider it opened in short order, then.

[Once they manage to reach the hallway, that is. Beginning already to stride from the room, tugging the last of his laces in place with a glance towards Jone herself.]

Has the fire spread to your location?

[poleaxed]

[More pertinently:] D'you know any bloody ice spells, Ben?

[altusimperius]

No.

[an answer to both, most likely.]

Just fire spells, [he murmurs to Jone, with the sound of someone who is walking as quickly and quietly as he can manage,] and... well and like... Entropic, Spirit things. Not much elemental.

Are you near?

[archademode]

[A shame Gabranth cannot pass on the elemental knowledge retained from his own world. That it does not translate to Thedas as something instructive, for he would— readily— impart that mastery without hesitation.

For now he says nothing to that question, however, finding it useless to offer anything but platitudes or promises. Instead, his footsteps are quick at Jone's side, carrying them throughout darkened hallways that sting faintly of the ashen scent of soot, until he's positioned on one end of the barred doorway: gauntleted hands pressed to one end, gesturing briefly for Jone to take the other.]

We are here.

[Simple words, meant as reassurance in its own right.]

[poleaxed]

He means take a step back, if you can.

[Jone does not expect-- or, in this instance, want-- gentleness from Gabranth. All the same, it's worth a warning.]

oops this got lost

[altusimperius]

[From the other side of the door, the susurrus of worried voices is disrupted somewhat as people are motioned away from its opening. With things still relatively calm inside the dining hall, it doesn't take long.]

It's clear, [comes over the crystal.]