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.

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[paladingus]

[The human would love nothing more than to ease all of Myr's burden and then some, but making his way towards that rendezvous unarmed and reliant on nothing but his capacity for discretion is taking all the concentration he can muster.

His heart leaps when he hears Myr's voice, still clear, still safe--and skips a beat, nearly drags to a stop, at the audible gasp and short cutoff of his lover's message. He doesn't dare respond, can't risk exposing him, but waits a long few minutes before whispering as quietly as he can into the crystal, forgetting in his distraction to set it private.]

Myr--Myr, are you nearly there?

[faithlikeaseed]

[By that time, Myr's moved on, creeping from cover to--what he hopes is cover, fingers trailing along walls and the barest glimmer of a barrier flickering around him. It's the Maker's own mercy they'd thought to talk maps and routes on their first day in the city--scarcely anticipating this but instead, innocently, getting separated on the streets (or separating, to avoid someone who oughtn't see them together).

It's the Maker's own mercy and he'll need a damned sight more before the day's out; for all he knows he's already hopelessly lost, but-- There isn't any option, anymore, but to keep going.

The crystal pings with another message; he tucks into an alley, cups hands around it to listen and bites his lip against a humorless, hysterical laugh.

If I've not gotten turned around, he could say, or I don't know, but neither confession of doubt helps them and he hasn't any evidence for either.] Passed that awful fountain a block or two ago--so, nearly, aye.

You?