The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran unwinds himself from Isabela rapidly, hands curling in turn around a pair of heavy gold coins designed to give his fists extra heft and impact. He doesn't say a word, just gets himself up and ready to defend Isabela from... "Helene?" he asks, tone curious. "Why are you on the ground?"

[Helene Dakesh]

They look up at him, horrified. "The whole world. She's going to raise the whole world." 

[Tethras Clan]

"...let me correct you- it is going to try to raise the whole world," Zevran says softly. "But we'll kill it first."

[Helene Dakesh]

They shake their head. "It's the storm. Anything the snow touches raises. And the storm-- storms -- are being swept out beyond the walls."

[Tethras Clan]

"..okay, that's... bad. But dealable. We can send word to the Lights- at least one of them must be able to cast some kind of weather magic, help mitigate things," Zevran hazards. "We should get Carver, Varric and possibly Lelldorin in for this talk. Maybe Dog and his girl."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods. "Varric is the key. He has to know." That said, they climb to their feet, stumbling toward the door. 

[Tethras Clan]

As Helene leaves the room in a rush, Zevran can't help himself. "Am I the only one that kind of hopes Carver sleeps nude? Just for the humor we're so thin on of late?"

[Carver Amell]

Carver dreams of snow, blanketing the land. He dreams of corpses, half-buried in ice. He dreams he's digging, searching for Bethany. 

He's shaken awake by small, blue hands. He starts, sitting up and reaching for-- this isn't his bed. Where is his sword? Across the room, too far away.

[Tethras Clan]

~Helene! It's Helene! Friendly! Stand down Carver!~

[Carver Amell]

Carver, about to take a swing, hesitates, blinking sleep from his eyes. "Helene?" he mumbles. 

[Helene Dakesh]

"This one has been granted a vision. Is Honored Stone awake?"

[Tethras Clan]

~Yes. And tell her to call me Beinn Varric,~ he finds himself adding. That 'Honored Stone' thing is... salt in a still fresh wound.

[Carver Amell]

"Beinn Varric," he corrects, rubbing his eyes. "He's listening." 

[Helene Dakesh]

"It's the storm. Storms. The snow raises the dead, no matter how far it is from he-- it, the lich. All under the lich's control. The winds are sweeping the storms out over the walls." 

[Tethras Clan]

~...fucktastical,~ Varric decides. ~Alright, we need to get word to the Lights. zi'Oakspeaker, zi'Marithi and zi'Magnus should all be able to help with that and at least one of them should still be alive. All of them really but at least one.~