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!

Comments

[fleurdesel]

"...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."

[thedevilson]

"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.

[fleurdesel]

"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?

[thedevilson]

"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.

[fleurdesel]

"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."