player plot | when my time comes around, pt 1

[cozen]

WHO: Abby Anderson†, Byerly Rutyer†, Clarisse La Rue†, Cosima Neihaus†, Darras Rivain†, Ellis†, Evelyn Farrier†, Florent Vascarelle, Gwenaëlle Baudin†, Jayce Talis†, John Silver†, Josias di Jaconissa†, Jude Adjei†, Julius, Marcus Rowntree†, O. Barrow†, Peter Parker, Tiffany Hart, Valentine de Foncé†, Xiomara Novoa†, Yseult
WHAT: A bad end.
WHEN: Solace 21
WHERE: Granitefell, Free Marches
NOTES: This is the first log for this plot. Use this for fight scenes, death scenes, poignant (or not) last conversations before anyone knows they're going to die, etc. Characters who are not dying or on the limited list of survivors can't participate in person or be on-site during this log, but they can appear via sending crystal as needed/desired. (Or you can inbox that stuff, but please link it somewhere so I can find and read it.)

I. BEFORE

The attack that brought them here happened a few days ago, leaving the village of Granitefell a smear of ashes on the plains between Starkhaven and Ostwick and its surviving population scrambling for shelter, food, and medical supplies. That's what Riftwatch is doing here, mostly. Helping. There's also a report that the dracolisk-mounted soldiers who burned their way through the village were looking for an elf in particular, whom they searched out by name and plucked out of the flames to carry off into the dark, and looking into that—questioning the elf's family and acquaintances, examining the belongings that survived the fire, searching the surrounding cave- and ruin-dotted landscape she used to hunt to see if she might have stumbled across anything in the process—is helping, too, in a bigger-picture sense.

The first day they spend there is hot and quiet. Even the injured villagers succumbing belatedly to their injuries do so without much noise and fuss, and the survivors not strong-backed enough to work alongside Riftwatch hide in the shade and talk quietly about what they could possibly do now that everything is gone.

The night is a little noisier. First in a normal way: the heat lifts, people are more willing to move about, the children and teenagers who spent most of the day in heat-induced dozes are suddenly full of energy. So while all or most of Riftwatch, having forgone naps themselves, may be asleep in the early hours of the morning, someone is awake to shout in alarm when something dark briefly blocks out one of the moons. Which is all the warning anyone gets.

II. DURING

The sky rains fire, and once the camp is burning, the flames light the dragon from below, glinting off the red lyrium crusted along its joints and ridges.

Not long after, attacks come from the ground as well: Tevinter and Ander soldiers, some mages, some mounted on dracolisks that breathe fire or electricity, others effective enough with their swords and morningstars, coming at the camp from multiple directions to sweep anyone who tries to flee back toward the center. They're not surprised to find Riftwatch there; perhaps that's why they came back in the first place.

But they're not distinguishing between soldier and civilian in the carnage, indiscriminately crushing bones with magic or running bodies through with swords, taking the time to pause and kill anyone who cowers and screams rather than focusing only on those who put up a fight. They're led by Itaeus Ferra, a figure who may be familiar to some, riding a dracolisk that seals the fate of many of the injured by spewing poison over their burns and other open wounds.

Still, it's a closer thing than they expected. What begins as an obvious plan to wipe out everyone they find transforms, as time wears on, into an attempt to merely take out as many as they can before their own losses become too great and their remaining soldiers withdraw. When they do, the dragon lands to guard their retreat, with a tall figure—not Corypheus, but a cackling and corrupted man of similar stature—riding astride it, urging his dragon into giving the encampment one last torching while inviting whoever may be left alive to come out of the dark and try their luck against him. (Maybe someone takes him up on it, but if they do, it does not end well for them.) It is only after a long lull when no one stirs or answers his taunting that he announces they're boring him and departs.

III. AFTER

The survivors are much fewer this time. A handful of Riftwatchers; only a slightly larger number of villagers, mostly children whose protection was prioritized. The numbers will dwindle further over the next few hours, as the sun rises and people succumb to their injuries before even the fastest-flying help can arrive.

Comments

[hassaran]

I don't know.

[propulsion]

[ He abruptly wants to know if there's a dog there, but bites back on that one. This I don't know certainly does its part in making him stop and think before he next opens his trap. ]

What do you need? We can—

[ No. ]

People will send themselves as soon as there's word out.

[hassaran]

Julius will make an announcement. I thought you should know first.

There's nothing to be done here. We need a wagon for the bodies or permission to burn them. That's it.

[katabasis]

[The Walrus' crew will want to take account of the body, is a random thought loudly blaring in the ear. It checks him from answering otherwise—burn them—immediately, something bitterly undignified about the prospect of trundling bodies overland in summer.]

There was a document. Records made of how Rifters treat their dead. Stark, see if you can locate it in the files. I'll see to arranging the transport.

[propulsion]

[ Burial, he thinks, and doesn't say. Because he's stuck on Cosima, but then remembers that Talis went, and he doesn't remember if either of the Normal Seattle-ites did too or what they would have done back home,

and it's familiar, that rising, white noise feeling. He would just prefer they not all be ash. ]

Sure, [ he says. ] Do we have a list of everyone who went?

[hassaran]

[ A heavy exhale. It's not the first time and it won't be the last. There is the shuffling sound of unfolding paper that's lost any crispness. ]

Jude Adjei
Ser Barrow
Jayce Talis
Clarissa Larue
Abby Anderson
John Silver
Marcus Rowntree
Gwenaëlle Baudin
Josias di Jaconissa
Byerly Rutyer
Warden Ellis
Val de Foncé
Evelyn Farrier
Cosima Nieuhaus
Xiomara Novoa
Darras Rivain

If anyone has their book, I'll see it's sent to you in writing.

[propulsion]

[ He is still writing when he says, quieter; ]

I got it.

[hassaran]

[ That's good. The page audibly crumples as it is put away again. ]

Alright.

[katabasis]

[There is a pause. He should fill it, he thinks a half beat too late not to be aware of it needling at the skin.]

I'll pass word once we have people moving in your direction. Say, if circumstances change.

[hassaran]

Alright.