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

[cameasarat]

"That's no where near here- no where I've ever even heard of."

He looks at that hand for a long moment. What in Thedas- was this really a good- but he was on the same ground as demons and that was worse than anything this girl had planned. Which, considering how nice she'd been so far, probably wasn't anything bad at all. He reached up and accepted the extended hand.

"Were you dreaming?"

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne had dexterity and stamina in spades. Strength, however, was not one of her gifts. Gritting her teeth, she strained, trying to pull Peter up to the beam. Or, well, to a point where he could grab on and help her pull him up.

Compared to her earlier displays, it was a decidedly graceless effort.

"I don't know," she said. "I never remember my dreams." Alastrians rarely did. And on the occasion when it happened, it was almost certainly a nightmare. "I was thinking of taking a nap, though."

[cameasarat]

"We're closest to demons-"

He had to stop to fully grunt here, doing all he could to haul is own weight up- but damn. He slumped, arms and nothing else on the beam.

"When we sleep. Hold on, I've another way up."

Now it was just matter of lowering himself back down.

[demonicbeauty]

She decided not to point out that she was close to demons awake or asleep, being considered one and all. Still, it was an interesting suggestion. She'd have to ask more questions. But later.

When they were running from nasty things that wanted to kill them.

"Can you teleport?" she asked, examining his ears. He didn't look like an Elf.