The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Varric]

More damnable silence. "N-n-" The sound of the dwarf swallowing is thunderous amidst the groans and creaks of the rock around them. "M-maybe."

[Helene Dakesh]

No, Helene understands. "Can you shift the rocks? There is space here." 

[Varric]

Varric stares up at the massive slab of stone mere inches from his head, at the intermittent trickle of dust comes off it as it settles. His eyes flick to the side, where a small square of something is wedged against the slab and the wall, providing that scant inch of extra material needed to keep it from sliding forward that last foot and some to rest on the ground. "I... I can twist a little, to the s-sides, b-but that's all," he finally manages, shuddering. Belatedly, he lets go of nir hand as if to retroactively stop nem from feeling. "Don't- Don't try and... You? Able to- to m-move?" 

[Helene Dakesh]

"There is enough space," Helene says quickly. Claustrophobic? This could be bad.

Helene feels that yawning void once more, the panic threatening to claim nem. "We will be rescued," ne says quickly, as much to nemself as to Varric. "We will be rescued soon. The others will finish the fungus and come to our aid. We merely have to pass the time until we are rescued."

We will die down here, ne suspects, though ne won't say it. It has been too long -- the summon is gone. I cannot escape. It is clear Varric cannot either. It took us two days to get here, so it will be four before we are rescued -- with no water, and only limited air most likely. We will die. 

No water... 

"I will create water for us," ne continues, a moment later. "I can do so easily. We will be alright until they arrive."

[Varric]

"W-water is good," Varric manages. "I- food. I have food. Week of full rations. Need to (trapped!) think. Have to (no air!) figure out- need (trapped!) to plan. Need (can't move!)to (trapped! trapped!) focus. Think. (getoutgetoutgetoutgetout!) What... what can we... do. "Do... list magics? Resources."

[Helene Dakesh]

"Many divination spells, many useless. Few summoning spells, all currently useless. This one can contact the ancestors, those of another plane, even deities, but none can send help. This one can create water, though not food. This one can heal, can mend. This one has this one's sketchbook, spell components, an enchanted dagger--"

Helene's throat closes up, and ne takes a second or two to breathe. If I had been faster, more sure, would we be saved already?

"my sketchbook," ne forces out. "There is a cup in my bag that can be filled with water, possibly passed between us through the gap where your foot was." 

[Varric]

"No- message?" Varric asks. "Or- or summons. Anything... small and fast? Or- d-dig?"

[Helene Dakesh]

"Boar. Giant ant. Dog. Gibbering Mouther. Small elementals. Nothing of use."

[Varric]

"Elemental! If- if others- close, could... find. Give- give d-direction," Varric forces out. "H-how of-often?"

[Helene Dakesh]

"Yes. I will send one. But found is not freed and I do not know the way back."

[Varric]

Found is not free (not free!). Right. Of  (trapped!) course. Good but not- not (free!) enough. Need more. Need... What do I (trapped!) have? Nothing (going to die) for this. No, (can't breathe) unacceptable. "I... I can heighten... m-my senses. See if... can hear... Feel air fl-flows. Have... healing too. Self-only. S-sorry. Umm. Sp-sider climb, sh-sharable. If- later."

[Helene Dakesh]

"It will take me some moments to summon," says Helene, swallowing. "Will you keep speaking to this one? Recite -- if you know them, recite the forms of summoning circle?" 

[Varric]

"Yeah," he says softly. "Just... just give me a minute to- to cast that- heighten spell. See if... see if I can... figure out... direction."

[Helene Dakesh]

"No need," ne says quickly. "I will attempt to summon five, and send them in different directions."

[Varric]

"Missing... by yards... very possible," Varric counters as he very, very carefully reaches to get out reagents for his extract.