WKLBZ 2: Thedas

[winterwinds]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Audra, Loki, Thor
RECIPIENT: All the Inquisition
WHAT: WE'RE UNDER ATTAAAACK
WHEN: during all this shit in Tevinter
WHERE: They're in the catacombs but anyone with a crystal can hear them
NOTES: Audra Loki Thor. threadjack away frendos

To anyone listening, Minrathous is under attack by Corypheus and his Venatori. Anyone wearing Inquisition colors is not safe, anyone who would oppose him is not safe. I beg those of us still in the city to make their way out, but help any you can without putting yourself in danger as well.

Under attack is putting it rather mildly? There's a Gods' Damned Corrupted Dragon lifting the Archon's Palace out of the ground! The guard are beating people to death in the streets!
Listen, all of you would do well to get to the docks or the catacombs, or leave the city on foot if you can stay hidden! Don't go dithering around looking for help; you won't find any here!

Not all of our people are heartless or Venatori. Avoid the guards and anything with the imperial crest, but if you are human or dwarf there should be those who will help disguise you if you need it. Particularly if you let the mages among you take the lead. Seek the alleys; they have the entrances to the catacombs. Some of us will linger to help those unfamiliar out, but we will not linger long. It is not safe. And watch the sky. The dragon is... fast.

Comments

[elegiaque]

Where's Lexie?

( and thranduil, and her grandfather, and adalia, and coupe, and everyone she cares for that went to tevinter, but of all of those, one strikes her as the least fucking prepared for this. loki please tell her you know where your fancy piece is. )

[hwaaaitsme]

She's with us of course; where else would she be?

[This reply is only unusual in how obviously he has snarled it. It is a tone he rarely employs in public and is even more uncommon with Gwenaelle.]

[letoldthingsdie]

[Well that all sounds... not great? To put it lightly.]

What is Kirkwall supposed to do? How can we help?

[As for the dragon situation - he's not sure how they could even begin to deal with something like that.]

[thorndergod]

Prepare for wounded, if you are able. If there are ships available, we may be in need of them.

[There's a short beat.]

Perhaps some aid, if the Inquisition wishes.

[limier]

Those present report when you've reached safety. Shed any insignias, cover any anchors. Do not slow yourself for aid. You endanger others by your capture.

[winterwinds]

We should lend aid where we can. If we can.

[private]

[arlathvhen]

One of the Tevinters is saying that there's no organization for people trying to escape.

[ The dryness of her tone spells out her skepticism for his words, rather than for her coworkers' ability to manage people in chaos. It's not like they haven't had the practice. ]

Do you know of the escape plans? They were mentioned to me, vaguely.

[letoldthingsdie]

Are we doing anything to help them? What's to stop that dragon from coming here?

[He wants to be doing something besides sitting around Kirkwall.]

[arlathvhen]

Fenedhis.

[ A quiet hiss of an Elven curse, then in a more appropriately leaderly voice: ]

This is dire news indeed. A dragon--do you mean Corypheus' corrupted dragon? [ The one that may or may not be an archdemon. Did the Grey Wardens ever puzzle that one out? ] This is--

What methods of escape are being employed? Is there anything that anyone in the Gallows can do to help?

[thorndergod]

Yes. He was riding it.

[There's anger in his voice.]

It is chaos. There is no organized method of escape that I know as they descended on us from many directions, and he flew in. There are the catacombs that lead out, we have docks, but there is no organization.

As I mentioned to the Rifter, the members of the Inquisition could perhaps use ships, and my people may need assistance. They will suffer, with our capitol occupied. I do not know if the Inquisition cares.

[somethingwild]

[Newt's voice is tense; this whole situation is terrible on so many levels, and he's trying his best not to dwell on said levels, and the potential for even more terrible to be had. He wants to help; he needs to help. This is a disaster and he wants to do whatever he can to help.

Beleth seems to him also the person most in charge right now, so he feels it best to reach out to her.]

If you are looking for volunteers back in Kirkwall, I would like to lend whatever aid I can. Is there anything we can start working on right away to send aid to Minrathous?

[summerfae]

[ Well, this is a right disaster. And worst yet, she finds it is a disaster that she negatively affected by. Not because she's in danger, of course, she can always wriggle her way out of danger. But there are others there that are in danger, and she can't help them. ]

Thor, um--Are you and Lexie safe? Are you going to stay safe? I mean--[ Concern for others. It's an unpleasant sensation, made worse by the fact that she is so helpless. ]--You should leave soon, if it's dangerous.

[thorndergod]

We are leaving soon.

[Safe he has no answer to, and there is a little weariness showing in his voice now.]

We must get my mother back to our estate, and then we will get out.

[whiskeyandbrimstone]

他媽巴子! What? a dragon is attacking? Do you need extraction? How dangerous is your current position? Can you get somewhere safe where we can get you out, or are you pinned down? How many wounded?

[thorndergod]

That is a lot of questions all at once.

[There's a little less anger in his voice than with other conversations. He's focused more on trying to follow what's being asked.]

There are a lot wounded. There are some dead. We are trying to extract ourselves but ships may prove useful. I do not have other answers.

[A short beat and then he remembers another one of the questions.]

Except yes. There was a dragon.

[rathercommon]

[ Oh. Shit. Well. ]

Is there anyone else in Tevinter? Outside of Minrathous?

[hwaaaitsme]

[Sorry, Kitty, you get Loki.]

I assume someone is already outside of this Gods Forsaken place. If you want to know who in particular, that is a bit beyond us right now.

[foxsays]

What supplies are you most desperately in need of? We'll be setting sail but I need to know how badly off people are.

[What is she expecting. People huddled and in need of something against the shock or people who'll be bloodied needing potions thrust at them?]

Places to re-supply are few and far-between for us, Thor, you know Tevinter better than I do, I need to know before we set off.

[Being in Naval Presence at all help her out as she swears at her map and feels fucking useless.]

[thorndergod]

Some food supplies have been... damaged.

[There is a great deal of anger under those words, but he still thinks they need the Inquisition if they're going to beat Corypheus so he's not ready to unleash that anger yet. Luckily there's a safe target for it - the Venatori.]

And the corrupt guards, the Venatori, have not cared who gets caught in the crossfire as they attack members of the Inquisition, so we have injured citizens. We can likely heal some when we have had a chance to breathe, but our healer is already tired.

[And has already failed to heal the most important patient they've had.]

We will be able to deal with food supplies for a time if we can get these people to our lands outside the city, but we are not set up to host a larger group for any real length of time.

[mousquetaire]

The dwarves are offering help. Tell anyone still inside the city to get to the Ambassadoria.

[ He'd say please if the ground wasn't literally shaking him off his feet. ]

Then warn them there's Darkspawn in the Deep Roads. Come, but be ready to fight. We'll do what we can.

[winterwinds]

We're in the catacombs, but I'll get the word out.

Better the darkspawn than torture at Corypheus's hands.

carefully sticks foot in - for anyone in kirkwall as well???

[shri]

[ Lord Ram hear her, everything about this place seems a dreamlike type of nightmare. Cursed dragons were surely Sir Galahad's nightmares, not hers.

But she's got a damn job to do - so on with it. ]

How many refugees are we looking at? What sort of space do you think we will need? Not just wounded. I need the number of mouths that need feeding and bodies that need beds.

[ and the graves that will need space. ]

private;

[limier]

I regret to caution you; the Inquisition cannot commit to taking refugees. Unwise to speak so before —

[ there are unhappy voices in the near distance. one might have a hammer, maybe. that. ]

— Immediate family. But we've not resources or security. The people here are not in immediate danger, outside our own ranks; perhaps twenty of those.

i am in kirkwall and what is this

[notacrow]

Uhm. I'll. Do somethin'.

[ A long pause. ]

What do I do?

private;

[limier]

What are your skills?

[ doesn't know this one's voice to place more readily. ]

[circleprodigy]

[Inessa's tense voice speaks up, too rushed to make anything private though she latches onto the most familiar voice of the three.]

Audra, let my superiors in the Grey Wardens know that I won't be able to leave the city, not now. I cannot be certain that I won't be captured, so I will be destroying the crystal shortly. I'm sorry.

[crowncitizen]

Whoa whoa whoa... no talking like that. You're coming back here and you're gonna be fine.

[If you think he won't march out of this city and come drag your butt out of there, Inessa, think again.]

[crowncitizen]

[It just figures, doesn't it? He hangs back this one time, and everything goes to absolute shit. For the first time, he wishes he'd gone, if only to be able to help.]

Damn. I'm in Kirkwall. Is there anything we can do on our end? I know we're far away, but...

[He hates feeling so helpless.]

[thorndergod]

Speak with the... people from Nascere. They seem to be acting.

[And he's not hearing anything from people who are ostensibly in charge, so he's going with that.]

pretend this happened back with everything else;

[faithlikeaseed]

[Myr's voice is strangely level; this is just another report. As if there's no screaming in the background, no crackle of fire, no yell of the guards--as if he's not speaking as quietly as he can to avoid being overheard.]

I've been cut off from the route to the catacombs. Will make my way to the docks--if there's anyone in similar straits, I've a rendezvous with Ser Ashlock,

[he names an intersection that's still a fair piece from the docks themselves, but further from the Archon's palace and the dragon.

Don't anyone ask how possible that is when he barely knows the city. It's going to work because he says it is, because he believes it will, because it's that or capture or death./small>]

[thorndergod]

Good luck, little mage.

[There isn't condescension there, or it's not intended. The elf has a human helping him and is an ally for now. Perhaps the human can take some of the burden of this chaos off the shoulders of the elf. Through this at least, though, Thor will treat Myrobalan as he'd treat a mage of a smaller, lesser house.]