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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!
lots of godmodding let me know if this is okay stacey
He hit the ground hard, but since he'd done it on purpose, it hadn't winded him, and he was already pulling an arrow free to shoot from his new, lateral, position.
The demon screamed with anger as the arrow embedded slammed into it, exploding with enough force to send the demon to the ground a few feet away, and give Gavin a chance to get back to his feet, dragging Peter up with him.
pls save him
"T-there's people down there- new people. Did you see?"
okay :')
"They - they came right out of the rift. You'd know better than me - are they demons?"
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"They don't normally- usually demons looking human is more a one on one thing, I think. Look how you want them to look so you'll do what they want. Someone desired....unless they've, er, possessed a corpse or something."
Which...maybe? Peter looks at Gavin with a helpless shrug.
"I'm just an apprentice."
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"Well they don't look like corpses, at least," Gavin said. That was good. He tried to imagine corpses shuffling towards him, and--
And decided he really did not want to imagine that.
"We should probably help the others," he said looking back. "Creators, but this was supposed to be an easy afternoon's guard duty--"