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]

"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.