Into the DANGER ZONE

[faderifting]

WHO: All Rifters + the 7 natives who signed up
WHAT: Searching the ruins of Haven for survivors, an Inquisition crew finds something strange. And demons. It's kind of scary that the demons aren't the strange thing.
WHEN: Third week of Harvestmere, 9:41
WHERE: Haven
NOTES: We've broken rifters and rescuers (or "rescuers") into two groups. This log has an arrival comment for each group--you can start smaller subthreads beneath those rather than try to have an eight- or nine-person log, just incorporate surrounding chaos/fighting--and a third top-level set for the whole group's journey back to Skyhold

You were asleep-- deeply or fitfully, for the last time or just resting your eyes for a moment-- and then you were not. And wherever you were was not, anymore, replaced by nothing but the sensation of falling, tumbling into endless, bottomless nothing. If this were still a dream, you would wake before you hit the ground. You can't die in a dream, they say. In some worlds.

But there's no waking here, just a flare of green-white light and a jarring impact, barely softened by snow that lies a foot deep with an icy crust that cracks beneath the force of your landing. The wind is biting cold, the sun is bright, and you are not alone. Others thud to the ground nearby, as bewildered as you, and others run up who look no less confused for having their feet beneath them.

You are also not as you were: in the palm of your left hand there glows a narrow splinter of light the same sickly green as whatever brought you here. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions. Like that you're being attacked by monsters, some tall, spindly stick-things with too many eyes, some hunched and hooded with no eyes at all.

Welcome to Thedas!

Comments

[sandsofhell]

The man took notice of her apparent interest in the mark but doesn't comment on it right away. From what he could tell from the whispers being passed around, he wasn't the only one with the glowing mark. Perhaps he should seek out the others then when he gets to...wherever it is that they're moving. "It's Captain Walker." A pause. "Martin Walker."

He supposes he wouldn't be considered a captain anymore when he gets back home. If, he gets back anyway. "...Perhaps you could."

[fleurdesel]

There's a twitch, almost a flinch at the title. Captain- not a Knight Captain and he's already said that there isn't magic where he is from. There is no way for him to be a templar if he doesn't understand magic- then again how many does she know that truly attempt to do so. "Guard or military?"

He has the bearing of a soldier, now that she thinks of it. Alert, weary, suspicious. Quite likely pulled from a battle all his own. "It will involve magic. Not much, but a little."

[sandsofhell]

That's something else that didn't escape his notice. He raised an eyebrow, was there some special reason for her to react in such a way to him mentioning his rank? Something that may end up harming him or others? Walker considered inquiring about it. "Military, I'm part of the United States Army...Delta Force." Perhaps she's heard of it? Probably not based on everything he's seen and heard. This is all far too foreign to be considered somewhere on Earth. "Something wrong?"

She's sharp at least, and catches on quickly. There's still suspicion towards her of course, and not much trust when she mentions that word again. But he nods his head. Just this one and just for his hands. They were killing him in the last fight. "Make it quick before I have a change of heart."

[fleurdesel]

"United...what?" That- none of that makes any sense. A place, an organization, probably a specific subset of that military or some sort of mercenary band? It's all a little outside her realm of understanding, sadly, but it is confirmation that there's nothing of a templar in him save his suspicion. That she can live with. "An unpleasant memory, nothing more."

Nothing worth mentioning.

"As you wish. This may tingle." Hands are delicate things after all. Her own cup his marked palm before they begin to glow blue, eyes following suit soon after. Much like running one's hand through mist a cool wash of sensation prickles over and through the skin as she attempts to alleviate some of the pain. She cannot cure it, cannot seal the cut- that much is beyond her. But the bone deep ache? She can take that away for awhile. An hour, maybe longer.

[sandsofhell]

"Never mind." Of course she doesn't know about it, no one else here does either. Just like he has no clue what Fereldan or Thedas are. It's both perplexing and a bit depressing for him. It seemed to be a relief to her though. Which was all fine and dandy. "If you say so."

She probably doesn't want to talk about right now just like he wouldn't want to talk about anywhere he's been...what he's done. Not now, and not to a group of strangers who probably wouldn't understand. But he was willing to understand more about them. To learn more about how their world works and hats in it.

If it helps him keep alive a while longer.

Calculating eyes stared down at their hands, once more the soft feeling of hers over his torn ones brought him some semblance of comfort, better than the ice around them could provide at the very least. He both watched and felt her "magic" work over the wounded hands and felt somewhat better by whatever she had done. "...Got a soft pair of hands." He grunted as she worked.

[fleurdesel]

"Well, when one channels healing magic more often than not the skin tends to stay soft. Working with oils and fats for poultices helps as well." She's never cut a palm for blood magic- she's never had to. She has her contract, her purpose, to strive for more than her specialty seems an inefficient use of her time- also. Possession? Not something she truly wants to experience.

The glow fades and she pulls her hands away. The mark remains, there's nothing she can do for it, but the ache should be gone. If some of the spell also happened to heal some of the cuts and burns on this hand- well. That's a known side effect of healing magic. He'll have to deal with it as she's not opening the wounds up again. At least the light of the mark doesn't seem to glow too badly through the clean bandages she wraps around his hand; it'd make any passers by unduly curious. Glowing parts on people tend to be noticed and marked out to the nearest set of templars.

"Unless there's anything else under your...armor." It is armor, isn't it? Not familiar armor but- armor. "I think that is all, yes?"

[sandsofhell]

Again he stays silent for a bit, letting her finish her work. His hand feels fine now...for the moment. It'd probably take bit of time yet to get used to having the damn, glowing thing attached to his hand. But at the very least he can more easily deal with it until they were somewhere safer. And away from the cold, or so he hopes.

As she finished up, his hands flexed, balling up into fists and uncurling. Much better. Though he still moves to pocket the dirty rags that he used to wrap himself with. A habit to not leave anything behind and attract unwanted attention to them.

"Not really, it protects me from near anything thrown at me." Almost anything, and given how beaten it looks,it could probably be said that's the truth. "Unless you really want to see what I got." A bit of joking to help take the edge off of his bothered and anxiety ridden mind. But even then he still found it near impossible to deride any joy from it.

[fleurdesel]

"Unless 'what you got' is more bruises, burns, or cuts? I think it's better to leave the mystery alive and you from being chilled." Her lips actually twist with some manner of humor. It's a rare thing these days but not entirely impossible. For now what armor he has and the cloak will have to do. The further up they head- well.

She'll manage. There are blankets she might use until they arrive at the hold.

[sandsofhell]

"Pity." He says, but at least he managed to get her to smile, that's a win right? But something els bothered him about her. "What about you, isn't this yours?

The cloak he means.

[fleurdesel]

"I didn't fall through the Fade and land in snow. I'll be fine." There are spare blankets somewhere further up the line. When she's done working she'll grab one for herself, swap with Martin when they make camp. "It'll do you more good right now than me."

[sandsofhell]

"I suppose that's true." But it still troubled anyway, he's the Captain here, he's supposed to be a leader. The idea that someone whose supposed to be an ally, or at least he's thinking that's what she's supposed to be, it's quite hard to know what's what anymore; would go through anything because of him didn't sit well with him.

'You left me to die!' The words rang through his head as a corpse flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook his head to get rid of it.

"...I'll be fine. Think you've warmed me up enough already." The cloak was slipped off of his body and he tossed it to her before moving to continue use on.

[fleurdesel]

"I- what?" Not that she minds the return but something had happened in that moment just before, something she couldn't quite place that had peaked Compassion's interest beyond the usual aches and pains, something neither of then quite knew the shape of but it'd been there and gone. At this point it's probably best not to argue and she leaves him be. There are other wounded to tend. She'll pick at that knot later.