By all accounts, things in the Free Marches were getting dire. Bethany had been doing her best to track the unnatural heat wave, to dispatch mages gifted with hydromancy to populated areas in danger of losing their water, but it wasn't enough. There simply wasn't enough water left to do more than gather a few drops at a time in some places, leaving swaths of the population in danger of dying of thirst. Not to mention the danger posed by the sun itself - just minutes unprotected could have dire consequences. The areas worst off were evacuating to places not quite as deadly - as far as Ferelden in some cases. It made her heart ache; so many people had resettled in the Marches, only to be forced out once again by a disaster that no one could foresee.
The former Circle building was holding up a little better than most due to the rich weave of enchantments that had been laid in its stones over the ages, but it was far from immune. For now, though, it was the best place to sort through all the information they'd been gathering. She'd taken a map and overlaid the information they'd gathered, and the pattern became clear fairly quickly. Honestly, she hadn't been able to hold back a bitter laugh when she'd seen it: Kirkwall, once again, was at the center of things. The heat, the drought, the fires - everything got worse closer to Kirkwall. It made her wonder how Kirkwall could even still be standing - Merrill must be working miracles to keep it from melting into the ground.
She looked at her sister and Sebastian, a weariness apparent in her stance and gaze she expected they felt as well. They had to figure this out or the entirety of the Free Marches would be scorched beyond repair. "I've looked through the records the mages kept and nothing talks about anything like this, or how to combat it. If it was a natural occurrence, I would have expected to see something." She wasn't going to pretend their records were complete by any means, or that there weren't other sources of information. "Maybe the Chantry has a record of something like this? Or the Dalish?" Or maybe Kirkwall is just truly cursed.
The former Circle building was holding up a little better than most due to the rich weave of enchantments that had been laid in its stones over the ages, but it was far from immune. For now, though, it was the best place to sort through all the information they'd been gathering. She'd taken a map and overlaid the information they'd gathered, and the pattern became clear fairly quickly. Honestly, she hadn't been able to hold back a bitter laugh when she'd seen it: Kirkwall, once again, was at the center of things. The heat, the drought, the fires - everything got worse closer to Kirkwall. It made her wonder how Kirkwall could even still be standing - Merrill must be working miracles to keep it from melting into the ground.
She looked at her sister and Sebastian, a weariness apparent in her stance and gaze she expected they felt as well. They had to figure this out or the entirety of the Free Marches would be scorched beyond repair. "I've looked through the records the mages kept and nothing talks about anything like this, or how to combat it. If it was a natural occurrence, I would have expected to see something." She wasn't going to pretend their records were complete by any means, or that there weren't other sources of information. "Maybe the Chantry has a record of something like this? Or the Dalish?" Or maybe Kirkwall is just truly cursed.
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