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

[foxsays]

"People allow that?" The way she staggers back isn't affected at all, one hand fluttering at her mouth as she gropes behind her for something to lean against. "How could anyone do that! It's not enough to deny freedom, they would deny them a voice too? Silenced and shackled, that's no way to live a life, even animals have more freedom than that. And people just...they do nothing." It's the sort of horror that would never have come into her mind at all - oh there's silencing with threats or a blade slicing a throat but those are cleaner, as strange a thought as it may be but to actually sit and stitch a mouth closed for a whole life...

She takes a deep breath, grimacing as she swallows the bile creeping up to scorch at her throat.

"Can it be much worse than a man sending his whole household guard after you when he catches you in bed with his daughter?" The joke falls a little flat in light of the conversation but she does try because if she lets herself languish now then she'll have a hard job when reality sets in. "But if I got there and explained things, they wouldn't force me to stay, would they?"

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin's expression is apologetic, realizing she's been far too blunt, especially to someone freshly arrived. The sort-of Antivan has had enough of a shock, she doesn't need gruesome images piled on her like that. Sighing, the Vashoth decides to try and curb her tongue, just a bit. She won't sugarcoat things, but she doesn't need to pass on anything nightmare-inducing, either.

"I don't think so, no. But I think they would provide you with incentive to do so, or at least travel on the Inquisition's behalf. If that mark can close rifts, if it can hurt demons...then the Herald's death won't have been for nothing. You have no idea the hope that would give to some of us."

[foxsays]

"If and if again." A certain measure of sadness creeps in because to her at least, they're such big ifs. "Perhaps to you they may not be but they might think very differently of someone who doesn't know a single thing about this place. I could cause alarm if I go somewhere else and meet a normal person because there are all sorts of things the 'common'," even saying it that way makes her grimace, remembering noble faces and their sneers all too well, "aren't privy to. Please though, don't think me uncaring - I just...I have to look out for myself, I only have me and Lux here after all."

It makes her feel so small, without the queensguard and Leandra, without her parents, without a country that all love her and worry for her.

"Come, shall we walk a bit? I think I need to get away from this immediate place at the very least."