CLOSED: Drakonis Rifter Arrival

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters & Solas
WHAT: Arrivals and returns
WHEN: Drakonis 20
WHERE: The Dales
NOTES: This log is slightly backdated and closed to new rifters and Solas. However, it is safe to assume that everyone (a) survives and (b) is led by Solas to Skyhold by Drakonis 25, so you're free to make new logs and begin playing at Skyhold when you're ready to do so.

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 onto cold dirt and long grass. When your breath returns and the light's after-image fades from your eyes you will find yourself beneath a canopy of trees, illuminated deep green by moonlight in the distance and brighter green by the crystalline tear in reality hanging suspended above you.

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 the fact that you're being attacked. Surrounding you and the rift through which you arrived is a circle of six ghostly, humanoid figures, shifting colors in the dark like iridescent gems and throwing fire, ice, and bursts of physical force at whomever catches their attention.

Luckily, you are not on your own. Around you others are rising from the ground, equally confused, with the same green lights flaring from their hands. And not far is a lone figure, coming to help.

Comments

[parkourprince]

Neither death nor amputation were particularly appealing prospects, not now, and more than likely, not ever. It was frustrating to hear though and his expression showed as much, as did the sigh he allowed himself.

“There is nothing for it but to be patient, then, and learn as much as possible,” it went without saying, Legolas thought, that this learning did include learning about any possibility of returning home. “Do you possess one yourself as well to be able to study it easily?”

He had not noticed any strange green glow on Solas’s hands earlier, but perhaps it was duller, and besides that the angles had not allowed him to see much anyway.

[singularwill]

"No." He held up his hands, and they were clean. "Though I have heard rumour that there are some from our world who do posses them, I have yet to see them myself. Though I was well acquainted with the original, I admit that yours - and the others here - are the first I have seen of my own eyes, in this... new form."

He lowered his hands again, tilting his head.

"While it may indeed have made it easier to study, I am not sure you would wish me to be to be imperilled by it, if I am to make any headway to keep it safe for you."

[parkourprince]

In all the words, there was one that was a keyword: imperilled. Did these gems embedded in their hands a source of peril of some sort, a draw for it, perhaps? Legolas glanced in the direction of his father, and his fist balled harder and tighter around the smooth surface.

"What peril do they pose, to you or to us?" If he knew, he could prepare as best as was only possible. He would not bear the thought of allowing himself to fall, not here in this strange place, and the thought of losing his father was equally terrible. It squeezed his heart painfully, and this pain took his breath away for a handful of seconds. "I am willing to submit myself and this stone to study, if with it will assure the safety of my own and my kin."

And when he looked back to Solas, his eyes were hard with determination. The thread of trust was yet thin, but Solas was an elf, surely he would endeavour to aid him rather than harm.