This is what was dreamt:
The cold and icy death reaches,
The hand pierces the mysts and reaches for the Vaults.
The love of sisters cannot prevent the hand
The bird must rise before the dawn
To turn the earth where vermin hides;
‘Ere silver cloud casts shadow on
Where fisher yearns for fairer tides.
When second rises crimson sun
Where cat once dared the magpie’s hoard,
The trumpet sounds from highest point,
And star throws wide the fortress doors.
As third falls night the dark of coal,
And poison seeps through mountain air;
Come nimble hands to kindle flame
Where Ice and Stone have seen her heir.
Fourthly cracks the edge between
The waking world, and realm of dream;
Where dreamers haunt their nightmare’s sleep,
A dozen tethers forged unseen.
M I N A
** feelings of disorientation and dizziness **
I have been looking into the attacks on the Vaults of the Four Sisters by the icy hand of death from the North. I suspect that a certain Dragon, who's shell we have sought and who recently retreated from Valdanis is he who's icy hand reaches. The Fey have fled, the Griffons have fled, the Dragons here are few. Now, it would appear the He has come. I do not dream his name, for his aura is great; I will feel him when he arrives, which he will. OUR protectors our gone, it is up to us. Link and Radi it would appear that he is coming here
** more disorientation **
** waves of nausea **
And SOON.
The cold and icy death reaches,
The hand pierces the mysts and reaches for the Vaults.
The love of sisters cannot prevent the hand
The bird must rise before the dawn
To turn the earth where vermin hides;
‘Ere silver cloud casts shadow on
Where fisher yearns for fairer tides.
When second rises crimson sun
Where cat once dared the magpie’s hoard,
The trumpet sounds from highest point,
And star throws wide the fortress doors.
As third falls night the dark of coal,
And poison seeps through mountain air;
Come nimble hands to kindle flame
Where Ice and Stone have seen her heir.
Fourthly cracks the edge between
The waking world, and realm of dream;
Where dreamers haunt their nightmare’s sleep,
A dozen tethers forged unseen.
M I N A
** feelings of disorientation and dizziness **
I have been looking into the attacks on the Vaults of the Four Sisters by the icy hand of death from the North. I suspect that a certain Dragon, who's shell we have sought and who recently retreated from Valdanis is he who's icy hand reaches. The Fey have fled, the Griffons have fled, the Dragons here are few. Now, it would appear the He has come. I do not dream his name, for his aura is great; I will feel him when he arrives, which he will. OUR protectors our gone, it is up to us. Link and Radi it would appear that he is coming here
** more disorientation **
** waves of nausea **
And SOON.
