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faderift2015-10-21 11:34 am
faderifting) wrote in faderift2015-10-21 11:34 am
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
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!
Martin Walker -Rifter- OTA
Snow, this was snow, not sand and a sharp pain in one of his hands. Slowly he stood up, his body not protesting much as it became ready to burst back into action. Though the pain he felt did distract him somewhat from the task at hand, it also helped to keep his mind off of the pain that the rest of his body felt. It didn't help that he was dressed more for a hot and dry climate, not one of ice and snow.
Upon glancing at his hand he became very acutely aware of the green glow coming from it, similar to the light that he saw flash before his eyes before he woke.
He was torn away from his observations as he became even more aware of his surroundings, creatures, somewhat human in shape but clearly not human. His hand almost immediately went to grasp for his gun, only to find it missing. Cursing he went for his knife, and to his relief, grasped it and slid it out of it's sheath with ease.
"STAY THE FUCK BACK!" Walker yelled out in warning.
He looked around himself with a threatening scowl on his face. These things wanted a fight, he could tell from the way the moved towards and around him. Well if so then he was going to make them work for their kill, whatever the things are.