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!

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[fleurdesel]

No chance of drawing away, that would be impolite. Inhospitable. Some of the vestiges of her mother's training kicked in and Adele managed to sling her staff across her back and rest her hand on top of Galadriel's as one does when walking with them. A show of support and camaraderie. It was also a subtle way to make keep an eye on Galadriel's pulse and her pain- though both seemed to not be an issue at the moment. Good. Adelaide and Compassion both could use a rest.

Walking this close also offered an opportunity to adjust. Perhaps stop being quite so dazzled- she was an Enchanter, an instructor, she has seen things in the fade beyond description. One magnificent elven woman should not be enough to render her speechless. If Compassion wasn't as equally marveled, she'd feel awful. As it was she merely felt humbled by Galadriel's attention- which was a strange feeling. She thought she'd been done with that after she passed her harrowing, proved herself on her own merit.

"Ah- no we are going in the right direction. The camp is a little further ahead." She would have some time to brew tea and look over the members of the Inquisition before turning her hands and magic on the rest that may have need of healing.