[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

[armd]

Yeah, uh. In Abby's professional opinion, both seem bad.

"Right." They don't have time to get into how frequently attempts on Riftwatch's collective life are made. People in the room are starting to catch on, and freak out. Maybe they can smash a window.

"Where's your friend." She's talking about Edgard. He's big. Surely he could help her smash through a door.

[altusimperius]

"I don't know," Benedict whispers, his voice lowering, "I can't find him. And he's not answering his crystal." He fidgets with the bauble around his neck, at least slightly placated by Abby's brawny presence.

[armd]

"Okay."

Whatever irritation she has with Benedict is put abruptly on hold the moment she glances at him. He looks concerned, maybe a little scared. It quickens her heart. "He'll be doing something else and not looking at it." Reassurance that could fall flat, but hey: Abby's trying.

"C'mon, we'll– smash a window. Something." Anything. She can't stand here and wait for whatever is going to happen to happen.

[altusimperius]

"I think Jone and Gabranth are coming," Benedict assures her, at least as much as he's assuring himself. They're big, they're strong, surely they can knock down a door.

Glancing about, Benedict's worried gaze lands on Abby's again. "I can cast a barrier, if we need one."

[armd]

"Good." To both statements. Abby's jumpy, not scared, just– ready. It's instinct that keeps her light on her feet, moving, shifting her weight from side to side. Prepared for the worst.

Her eyes alight to the door.

They could try it again... but the moment somebody decides to do something, the room will no doubt descend into chaos. The tension in the air is perceptible now, and only getting thicker.

"... What's the probability of everybody stampeding, do you think," she says, under her breath.

[altusimperius]

Benedict is about to answer sarcastically, but balks, and actually thinks on it.

"...low," he admits, "this isn't as uncommon a situation as one might hope."