The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[Tethras Clan]

~Woah. What the fuck? Carver, look around?~ Varric says urgently.

[Carver Amell]

He manages -- by a feat of amazing strength -- to lift his head, looking around the darkened room. Varric can make out more than he can, given the utter absence of light, but not much: the walls are black, the same rock as the floor. And they're not really walls, either: this is a natural cavern, smaller than 10ftx10ft. 

[Tethras Clan]

~...can you look behind you?~ Varric asks carefully.

[Carver Amell]

He starts to, his nerves aggravating his nausea. I can't see anything. What's going on? Are we about to be attacked? He lifts his sword, wincing as the blade scrapes across rock. Are we underground? What's going on?!

[Tethras Clan]

~No, no enemies in sight,~ Varric says quickly. ~Trying to get our bearings but I don't see any danger yet.~ Technically, dehydration and suffocation aren't a danger for right now... Actually-  ~What's the air smell like?~ Also, why can I see and hear, but not smell? Being dead is really weird.

[Carver Amell]

Stale, and thin. What does that mean? Is there gas? He has to pause, doubling over as he tries not to vomit again.

[Tethras Clan]

~...there's always gas. the hope is that it's the right blend,~ Varric replies. Fuck, going to have to pop out,
 I think... ~Other than needing to vomit, what are you feeling?~

[Carver Amell]

My head aches. I'm disoriented. I think that was...teleportation? Great guess, Carver, he's going to think you're a blood genius. What else? He wants to know for a reason, dumbass. I can breathe, so there's air. 

[Tethras Clan]

For now. ~Don't move for a bit. I'm going to pop out and look around so I want you to be right where I think you are if I need to get back right away.~

[Carver Amell]

Okay. Okay, I can do that. I can just breathe.

[Tethras Clan]

Alright, just a quick circuit of the pocket, try and find any holes or ways out. Taking a moment to gather himself, center himself, Varric sallies forth from his refuge after a terse, 'going now.'  He can instantly feel the cloying sensation of negative energy in the air. It's thicker, colder, than it was last time. Flickers of green light just past the edges of his sight, soft whispers too deep a pitch to really hear.

[GamesMaster]

It seems hopeless at first glance. They're clearly deep underground, in a pocket formed by a bubble in magma; these things happen from time to time, but since they've been teleported there's not necessarily any way out at all. With the negative energy in the air, it's harder to stay optimistic. Death is everywhere, all around him, inside him, and soon it will come for Carver and there last hope will be gone. Best just to let go, to let the green light fill him and soothe his worries. 

Oh hey, is that-- there's a small divot, somewhat of a dent, near foot level. A crack, a seam into the rock. It might not go anywhere. But... if he tries really hard, a human might be able to squeeze into that, and it seems to go deeper than the height of a man at the very least. 

[Tethras Clan]

Varric (metaphorically) slams back into Carver, shuddering as hard as his lack of body allows. Fuck gods  damn all fuck that was shite shite shite that was- lock it down. Focus on the new data. Focus on applications. Focus on updating the plan. ~Alright, we're in an old magma bubble. There's a small crack I can lead you too but it's going to be horrifically tight on you.~

[Carver Amell]

You're sure it's the way out? Of course he's sure, he's a dwarf, they know rocks. It's okay. It's just going to be a tight fit. You're not going to die down here. Should I take off my armor?

[Tethras Clan]

~Yeah, that might be a good idea. Use your belt to tie it to your leg but make sure you can detach if easily, without your hands, just in case. Better to lose your armour than get caught.~ Varric ignores the slight racism, knowing the boy needs something to keep his courage up. ~I can't smell, so let me know if you notice anything you aren't right now.~