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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!
Re: Your Arrows
The second arrow was swift as the first, though it was less the arrow that interrupted the demon's attack as it was the sudden, hurtling body of an elf throwing himself against it. It was not, shall we say, a graceful maneuver. Nor did Gavin land gracefully, both he and the demon tumbling several paces.
It turned out to be both an effective, and horrible, plan. The demon lashed out, tearing into Gavin's light armour and into his side before he managed to scramble up and run back toward the rift woman who had appeared out of the fade.
And her sword. Swords were much better for direct contact with demons, and the people that wielded them even more so, so instead of barrelling into he, he skidded past her side, drew an arrow, and let it fly past her shoulder into the Demon that was now turning on them both.
"Demons -- swords -- me, no swords, please--" he managed to get out, breathless between both his bizarre attack and the pain that was lancing threw his side.
Re: Your Arrows
A simplistic but effective sentiment--and he had taken a wound in her stead--so they were allies, then, at least for now. It mattered little; the rage of the battlefield was no place for complexity. And she was beginning to feel more clear. Clear enough to quickly step into place between the demon and the archer, to turn its claw aside with her blade, a cry of challenge on her lips. She winced at the impact of steel on flesh, the vibration traveling down the blade to spike the ache in her left hand.
The wound was strange, but it did not bleed, nor did it drain her. That downgraded its importance to "complexity". To be examined later, once the corruption had been purified. Lenneth ducked beneath a claw, heard the metallic screech as they dragged against her shoulder guard. And then she was on the offensive.
The young woman fought aggressively, broad sweeps of flashing steel coupled with quick footwork, confident strides that ate the ground. Despite the advantage it might have given her, she refrained from weaving, making it easier for Gavin to line up safe shots, finding fierce clarity in the otherworldly shrieks of the shade as the shafts struck home.
And then she drew on her power to finish the beast, and found it changed, strange, like reaching through water, elusive, and the harder she pulled the way she had before the fall the stranger it got until the shade reared before her faltering and she yanked with all the force of her fear and confusion and the resultant blast of energy threw Valkyrie and demon apart and to the ground.
Re: Your Arrows
And then suddenly there was a blast - from where, he had no idea - and he was thrown backwards with them, though with not nearly as much force. He scrambled upright, sliding back into place at her side, firing an arrow into the demon as it struggled on the ground.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice slightly higher pitched than usual.
Re: Your Arrows
"No. This is wrong. I am... ensorcelled. I cannot reach... something blocks my magic."
In contrast to her plated armor and the intense confidence of her swordplay just before, the Valkyrie looked painfully young in that moment, looking up at him from where she'd been thrown sprawling into the snow.
And then her eyes flickered over his shoulder. In an instant, her vulnerability turned to steel and she staggered to her feet, dragging her sword with her.
"Behind you, it comes!"
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"Magic? But I thought--"
But his thoughts were interrupted by her cry, and he stumbled upwards, three arrows out of his quiver and between his fingers in the blink of his eye - holding all of them as he notched the first and let it fly, the second one notched not even half a breath later.
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She reached for her power, meaning to encase it in crystal for a short time so they could gain distance, but faltered, remembering the previous time she'd tried to bring power to bear in this strange place. Not that then.
"...A tactical retreat perhaps," she said, moving to stand beside the archer, sword in hand again. "Have you more allies here?"
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He nodded quickly, gesturing back over his shoulder. "There aren't many of us, this was just supposed to be a - a guard mission, but--"
He looked back over his shoulder, to see that their group had now somehow doubled in size. "-- we seem to have gotten, er, reinforcements..."
At least. That's what he hoped all these new strangers were.
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Is that what she was? Summoned from one war to fight another? The archer seemed surprised by her appearance in this place--and apparently the appearance of others--so if it was such a thing, it was not planned. Lenneth was suddenly filled with a burning desire to see if she knew any of the others who had been pulled through the rifts.
"Let us fall back to join another group, then," she said, swinging her sword in a great horizontal arc in front of her, more to ward the demon away than inflict any damage. "I will cover the retreat."
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They'd know what to do, he hoped.
Someone had to.