faderift | Into the DANGER ZONE

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Into the DANGER ZONE

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!

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It'd been a strange, somber hike out to the ruins. Being away from her charges for any length of time was enough to leave Adelaide on edge, but going into the ruin of what had been Haven did little to settle her. But a mission was a mission and where there was ruin there would be wounded, the dead, and likely demons. Fortunate enough that Compassion did not consider Demons to fall under the 'do no harm' rule of their agreement. Whether or not it'd need to be tested remained to be seen- but.

The rift for all it's strangeness was quiet.

Until it wasn't.

There felt like there was a twist in the veil- the pinching of a migraine, ice drawn up the spine, then? Demons.

So many demons.

Something else as well- but that she'd worry about later. Ice formed in the air, swirling, spiraling, spears that snapped into being and were hurled at the first wave of Wraiths. "Find cover!"

Being ripped through the rift and thrown into, well, wherever the hell this place was, had all the signs of Limbo nonsense etched into it. Demons, weirdness, a sense of disorientation as bis body was slammed from one place and into another. Fortunately Dante was very good at keeping his feet and his years of surviving demon assassination and being pulled into Limbo gave him a heightened awareness of...well...everything.

That's why he didn't linger. He was on his feet in no time, but he wasn't panicking or staggering about, he was sauntering through the chaos with the easy kind of casualness associated with one used to what was happening. Basically it was the same shit, just a different day...slightly weirder and more medieval times, but the arching overall theme was no different.

"That's pretty good advice, sister," not that Dante was about to take it, he was impressed by her ice magic, no doubt, it was formidable, but Dante was piss poor when it came to finding cover--and taking orders. He was more the wade-through-the-shit-storm type, which he did against all better judgement. He withdrew a rather large sword from his back, a sword that shifted from sword-shape to a weightless looking scythe that he handled with a grace that was easily just as weightless. Giving the weapon a wide swoop he impaled two shade demons before lobbing them off into the distance.

"Enchanter." Why that was a point of contention now wasn't important. Sisters were of the Chantry, were of the system that failed her and failed so many and she was most certainly not one of them. Mages could be faithful but they could not lead the faithful and not one bit if this was at all relevant. Demons pouring out of the air, people dressed oddly falling out of rifts with strange weapons or none at all-

Larger targets. He did- whatever it was he did with a sword that became a scythe and she continued as she was. Walls and spears of ice carved through the air to divide the demons and pin them down for the other combatants. Control the field and you control the flow of battle. "Your left!"

Shades approached, slick and vicious.

"Huh?" there was probably some kind of language barrier going on here, because Dante had no idea what the hell an Enchanter was and what that had to so with anything, but he's not about to argue it. It's not important enough at the moment, but if she wanted to amend him later she was more than welcome to, not that there was any guarantee that Dante would be the most invested of listeners. Right now it was all about fighting and making sure the lady who had his back didn't get injured in the process, he could be an ass, but he'd rather put himself at risk than her in spite of how well she threw ice around.

"Got it..." Dante willed his weapon to change shape again into something that resembled a grappling hook before grappling several demons in quick succession and pulling them within range and then it was back to the scythe which he swung with swift, deadly precision, slicing through several opponents in one go while drawing as much of the danger as close as he could to himself. He seemed unfettered by what was going on around him and well practiced in dispatching demons which probably added to his overall bizarre-ness. In this case he was more precise than normal because he wasn't alone.

The more she saw of his boy and his weapon the stranger they both seemed to her- but efficient. Effective. Some manner of warrior with the size of the weapon but the armor sensibilities of a rogue or Chasind mage. Precious little covering what might get him killed- but he did not seem to need armor at all. Not with how swiftly he moved about, carving through the demons.

Almost as though this was familiar to him.

He had come through the fade- perhaps he slaughtered demons there as well?

It did not matter- what mattered was continuing to herd demons away from him when he was otherwise engaged or grouping them together for swift cuts of his sword. Scythe. Grappling Hook.

His weapon.

Weapon was really the only word for it until he got around to telling her the name of it, a weapon that was as much an extension of himself as his arms and legs were. Probably to the extent that a staff might be to a mage, but Dante wouldn't know anything about that, however.

As for slaughtering Demons in the fade? Well she would have been half right, he did slaughter demons, but where he slaughtered them had a different name. Some of which were trickier than these assholes, in fact this almost felt like walking in the park as the dispatching came easier and less complicated to him. He supposed he made it look that way too.

Once he was finished with his own batch he began helping his companion chip away at what remained in their area with a combination of grappling and slashing, not wanting to get too close just in case she got caught up in the process.

After working with and around his erratic albeit effective movements, Adele sorted out the simplest way to keep them both busy and the field clear- herding the demons to the warrior and trust he'll see them dead. It wasn't a perfect system but it prevented either of them from expending too much energy- a larger concern on her part than on his. When the battle was over she would still have to tend to the wounded- using all her strength now? Wouldn't be wise.

As soon as the bulk of the area seemed to be cleared and they had a bit of breathing room, she motioned him closer. It did not look as though he had been bitten or burned or otherwise injured but-

Better to check and be certain than leave it to chance.

Dante continued the pattern of drag and slash, drag and slash until the area had been effectively cleared of demons. He was more than content to do the killing that needed to be done as it took less out of him than it seemed to take out of her so he openly welcomed this method of fighting since it made for easier and swifter pickings.

Once the area was cleared Rebellion returned to it's natural sword shaped form at his side, though he'd have to find some way of carrying it around as he couldn't seem to dismiss it like he normally did. For the time being he held on to it, he had more important things to worry about like the woman beckoning him closer.

As he approached he was covered in demon muck, but otherwise he seemed completely unharmed. He wiped his face on the sleeve of his jacket...damn, he'd have to wash that...before sauntering up in his easy way with his relaxed posture. Cocking his head to the side just every so slightly he appraised the woman, "you holdin' up? That was pretty fancy foot work back there...we're not a bad team."

His skills were not something she could discount- nor had she any desire to do so. He helped. Cut through the shades with a flourish and moved on to the next, then the next, then the next. A warrior unlike any other and she still could not place the weapon nor the clothing he wore. If anything he dressed much like an apostate mage with the coat- but that was all that seemed familiar.

No injury, no weariness, but Adelaide called up a bit of magic all the same and offered her hand to him. A glowing swirl of almost green and gold surrounding her fingers. Accepting the offered hand would see that swirl of light surround his arm before sinking in, offering a sense of refreshment- a little more stamina, a little more readiness for the remainder of the battle. "This will help, somewhat, if you were injured or are weary from all the fighting."

Not one to argue...wait, hell, he was usually the first to argue, just not at this time, Dante took the offered hand for the sake of curiosity. Well he wouldn't deny that is was refreshing and magical, but had he known she was trying to re-energize him...or whatever this was, he might have declined the offer. Not that he wasn't grateful for it, clearly it was an act of kindness, but his own built in healing blood more than took care of any damage he'd sustained. And yup...that's exactly what she was doing.

Dante withdrew his hand with a lopsided grin, "you should've saved that...I mean thanks, but...my body has a built in healing factor kind of deal. More importantly, are you okay?"

"...I'd recommend not mentioning that around templars." Such things tended to live in the realms of spirits and demons or abominations and as much as she wasn't certain if this man was any of the above- not pissing off the templars was something of her primary concern. "And it was nothing I could not give."

If anything she was all the more obligated to offer with how he'd guarded her on the field. "Weary but well as to be expected after watching demons and apparently not demons falling out of the Fade."

"Why's that?" Dante said with a half smirk, not that he'd go out of his way to pick a fight with a templar, but if they wanted to give him a hard time about what his body naturally did...well, who was he to decline, "ah...thanks I guess."

"Is that what you call the swirling, green, vortex of doom...the Fade? Here I thought it was Limbo, Limbo has all the weird shit and demons," Dante lifted his head so that he could look back in the direction of Haven.

"Anything different is worth scrutiny and considering what else fell through the rift? I do not thin that is attention you want." Any templar attention was unwanted, more or less. "There are more than demons in the fade- there are spirits, The Black City...it is a bit much to explain all at once."

Limbo? What is Limbo? Some manner of purgatory?

"I get that kind of attention all the time, I think I can handle it," Dante shrugged it off, "demon's I'm used to...we have plenty of those where I'm from...spirits not so much...and there's no Black City in Limbo either. There's plenty of upside down, backwards crap to keep you disoriented for a while if you don't know what you're doing."

Something like that, though Dante would call it the Demon nesting grounds. Weird place. He doesn't like to visit if he can avoid it.

"Then the Inquisition will likely find you a valuable asset." If not a prisoner on account of- well. Falling through the rift and having a bit of it embedded in his hand. What was that even about? There were too many questions for either of them at the moment and while there may be time? Adelaide wasn't certain she had the answers.

"Welcome to Thedas, I suppose."

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Into the DANGER ZONE

Lady Adelaide LeBlanc | OC | Open

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