faderift | We come from the land of the ice and snow

WHO: Open to all
WHAT: Thedas' strange new guests are delivered to Skyhold
WHEN: 25 Harvestmere (October)
WHERE: Skyhold main gate & courtyard
NOTES: This is Part I of a two-part intro event, Part II will be posted tomorrow.

A long uphill tromp through the snowy mountains ends at Skyhold, the distant fortress finally before them in all its tumble-down glory. There is time to admire the drop into the river gorge far below as they cross the only bridge into the castle; it is briefly backed up with traffic, several carts bearing supplies and visitors stalled as the portcullis is raised. Those coming to help catalog and unload the shipment and greet the guests, or otherwise present near the front courtyard, will find themselves witness to a far more interesting arrival.

Guards at the gate carry the word quickly, and more gather, though they make no move to imprison the strange people who fell out of a rift. They just line the perimeter and keep a close watch. Perhaps this adds a level of tension to this first encounter, but it also reassures the many who are unsettled by the uncertain turn of events and keeps in check those who might attack first and ask questions later. Others will no doubt soften the Inquisition's first impression, offering food, information, and other assistance.

Medical attention is available in the tented-encircled corner of the courtyard where the wounded from Haven are still treated. The quartermaster's assistant is called upon to provide spare odds and ends of clothing to those in need, and to issue blankets for all, though they are left to fend for themselves to find places to sleep.

Any mage willing to help is called in to do so and a cluster forms in one side of the courtyard to examine the rifters. They are objects of curiosity in general, but the marks on their hands are of particular interest, resembling smaller slivers of the Herald's famous mark. Despite their best efforts, no mage will be able to provide any real insight after this initial assessment. What the rifters and their marks are is a question they cannot answer today.

But one question is answered: in the midst of all the commotion, another Inquisition agent arrives from Haven, rushing in red-faced to announce that the Herald's body has finally been found.

OOC

It will be decided (partly for OOC reasons, admittedly) that the rifters will not be imprisoned at this point, but they will be watched carefully, and the guards are on alert for any strange behavior by people with glowing hands or strange attire. And of course, their freedom can be revoked at any time if they're deemed a danger. Though there are some OOC considerations at play here, you're welcome to ICly lobby for more or less freedom for the rifters, and things may change based on IC action/consensus.

Also: Part II, aka the log for the funeral/wake/etc. event, will go up tomorrow!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The Chantry had a lot of right ideas, it was the execution of them that occasionally needed work. That was how Simon thought of it, but even he was quickly learning that was a gross understatement. He'd seen one of the alternatives in Tevinter, but he couldn't really say that it was better. The Qun's solution...he wasn't actually sure what the Qunari did about their mages. He was currently speaking to one so it couldn't be all that horrible, right?

"That's fair," Simon agreed with a wry smile. "Hopefully that comes soon...you don't want to push yourself too much."

As if he had room to talk.

"And providing I don't fall asleep while waiting for either my next patient or for this to quiet down? Yes, I think a stop at the tavern would be very nice."

"Eh, I have a lot of stamina. It's less about that and more that I'm not sure what else I can do, at this point. Everything seems to be taking care of itself, so...." Shrug. Korrin nods in approval at that last part, though, a warmer smile forming.

"Good, you deserve a break as much as anyone around here. And I'm buying the first round, no arguments." Anyone she can get to unwind with her always gets that offer, whatever her mood or situation. And after dealing with Haven, she's even more determined to make up for it.

Stamina, right, of course. Was that a Qunari thing, or...? It made sense, but all the same Simon didn't think it would be wise to come out and ask. Sometimes he managed to have tact. It helped that her ready offer to buy him a drink took him by surprise.

"Ah, well thank you...so long as I can buy the second," he said with a quiet smile. He'd have to check on River first, make sure she was all right with all the activity no doubt stressing her, but after that...

Also, if they were going to do this, something needed to be sorted out first.

"I'm Simon, by the way," he said, inclining his head in greeting.

He'll find out that it's rather typical for Korrin to buy a round or few when she can get away with it. Mercenary life pays well, so she can afford to be generous. Though she'll often call it a defense against boredom, since she hates drinking alone unless in a rotten mood.

She nods to the offer, readily accepting it. "You have a deal, Simon. And I'm Korrin Ataash, of the Valo-Kas company."

"Korrin," he repeated, smiling quietly. "A pleasure to meet you. Hopefully I'll be able to see you there soon..."

Yet no sooner had Simon said it he'd clearly jinxed himself. Another soldier came into the tent, scowling quietly and clutching a scrap of fabric to his arm already soaked with blood. One glance painted a clear picture: this was one of the stubborn ones, the sort who insisted their wound 'wasn't that bad' and that he didn't need to see a healer. Simon lifted his head and waved him in, giving Korrin an apologetic sort of shrug.

"Or maybe not so soon," he said.

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