Reciting my dreams

Darkcrescent

Darkcrescent

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~You see a plain landscape, shrouded in a grey veil. There is nothing. You feel nothing. You are nothing. You then see faded images appear before you; images you can’t make out yet, but you feel happy, you feel hope and joy. The image forms into a green mist, that takes up a phasing human form. Each image creates a new one. These green phasing beings make you feel warm, it is true happiness. Other images appear, these made you feel terrified, and hatred fills your thoughts, for these are bad images, and slowly they form into purple phasing beings. The landscape turns from grey to a mixture of green and purple haze.~

Truly strange. I think I'll record these here as they happen, maybe it'll make sense to someone. Guess I finally got a story I inquired about years ago.

- Elando Neswalt
 
~You are not there, yet, you are there. You don’t know what there is, but you feel good thoughts and bad thoughts as you look on to each phasing form. They do not speak, they do not interact, they do not have mouths of which to speak. Each is filled with joy or terror of various images shifting within themselves. A green one shows a child, or what you believe is a child for you do not know what exactly a child is. This, child, is playing with her dog, it is a happy experience for this child. This joy, this feeling of warmth, it is called a dream. A purple one, shows a man, a man being chased by a creature with 8 appendages, with 2 large fangs as he runs through an endless forest. This is fear, this, as it will be called, is a nightmare.~

Not sure a dream needed to tell me what a dream is, that's already pretty strange stuff...though it all felt so real...

- Elando Neswalt
 
Elando,
You are being effected by a very powerful being. Please sleep with in a Blissfull Rest ritual as soon as possible.
~Capitan Aramis Seablade
 
I don't know about you Captain Seablade, but it's not easy to get hands on a Ritual Scroll and if one was found, I don't have the money to pay for it or the caster. That's a good 4 months of wages right there. Also, these dreams are so...captivating.

~Green and purple combine and more absorb, until there is one, a shifting mixture of dreams and nightmares, and that is you, you are it, and you….. are aware. You see happiness, you feel happiness. You see all dreams of happiness, you feel warmth, you are warmth, you are the dream. These dreams continue. You want to meet them, you see perfect harmony, a perfect utopia. You want to see the world, the real world, filled with these things. Your eyes close, and you wake up, to Fortannis.~

The last part looked like a field of trees, almost as those a battle was taking place. I couldn't make out anything. So fascinating.

- Elando
 
Elando,

The beauty of the dreams are false. If you can make your way to Argo's Rest you may find have haven there.

Lady FallingStar
 
I...do not know. They are so...insightful, so vivid. How can a dream be so? This is what I witnessed next...

~The world is not peaceful, there is chaos, there is death, there are things worse than nightmares. It confuses you, it angers you, but you don’t understand. You see a man, a human man, you reach out to him, you try to speak with a mouth you do not have, and he runs. Why does he run? You chase. You catch. You try to understand. You reach out to him again. He screams, you feel his energy, his spirit joining yours. You see him holding an axe over a woman on the ground, tears in his eyes, and then, you see that man and same woman, kissing in front of many humans. You enjoy this feeling, you feel power within you. You understand that this man wanted to escape a nightmare, he wanted to relive a dream.~

...He was so happy, after such sadness....but which was real, was any of it so. There must be more...

-Elando
 
Oh, that's a lovely chant, but, wait, what is that I'm seeing?

~You meet others, you feed on others, you learn from others. More images, more feelings. You are able to control their minds, to make them similar to your own. You are happy, you are content, but you seek more knowledge. You feel pity for them, you feel sorrow. You wish them to see this warmth as you have, and so, you continue to feed. You have a thought, if you can make all people feel this joy, then the world will be as you thought it to be, your perfect world, your blissful utopia.

You took them when they slept, you had bits of the Dream Realm put these creatures to sleep, to assist you. You could feel them, their hopes, their dreams, their fears and nightmares. You erased their fears, you devoured their nightmares, and you left them with hope, you left them with dreams, and you fed. All of Terna was peaceful. All of Terna was yours. All 13 civilized races were yours. You were them, and they were you. Harmony was created.~

It's so...lovely. It's like a warmth I never knew. I saw such things as though from my very own eyes. True happiness, however, there is another image. Something isn't right, there's a dark shadow over the hill. It's like an army of monsters. Why do they want to stop this happiness, why can't they experience it too? That doesn't seem fair at all. Though, I feel like I have friends by my side, and an army behind me. Oh, I'm turning around....it has so many eyes!

-Elando
 
~You find yourself in a field, a plain field looking out at your minions, no, your family, at your thrall. You see bliss, you feel bliss, and they feel that bliss, and do what you think. Before you, you see many creatures, different creatures, those commonly seen in the nightmares of those you offer bliss. They stand against you. But why? An army stands against you. There are thousands; you have thousands. Then before you, there are 13, lead by a Medusa, a Gorgon and Manticore. You are confident. You feel confident. You look to your sides at your comrades: A Platinum Dragon, a robed figure made up of thousands of dream elementals, the man of fear and terror, and the great many eyed mass. You feel you will triumph, no, you know you will.

You were wrong.

You see yourself contained, imprisoned within a blue crystal. You know this to be a prison spell, with a ritual to fortify it, to extend it. You are not worried. You can break from this prison shortly, you are safe, you are watching, you smile. You are not safe. you do not smile. Fear washes over you. You feel the ritual magic of something you have not seen, something you have not known. The 13 surround you. They chant, they cast, the prison fortifies more, you feel your senses going dim. You feel your connection to your bliss severed. You are alone. No, you see the 13, you see the magic they used shoot into them, a blue flash, and you are above. You are over nothing. There is nothing. You are nothing. You are banished. What is this place, there is such emptiness. No. There are others nearby.~

-Elando
 
Ka'zik- please leave this man to peaceful sleep. You plague his dreams - force him to experience things not his own- you insure he has no true rest.

Ka'zik- the past is done-you have made your pitch. Again you have those who stand and act in opposition . Invading an innocent person's dream to share this memory- this feels unnecessary.
Leave this man in peace.

If you wish to tell us something Ka'zik- speak plainly and without harm or invasion of an innocent person. You have proven you can find us and speak to us - if we are the opposition speak plainly and without this trickery.

Elando- please- I hope you find a peaceful sleep soon- your own dreams as you rest and not to be used by a being who seems disinclined to speak directly to those who have offered a willing ear.

In Service,
Cyn



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I don't feel my dreams altered. I just feel this vision, this story. I have to see it through, it's so vivid. It's every authors dream to have a story just flow into him of such magnitude...

~You focus on the prison, you work your mind, you chip away, year after year, decade after decade, century after century. You require nothing to live. There are others in this prison. They are weak. They are fragile. One by one they become you. There are others. They are strong; not that strong. They can live. They are not important, for now. With the energy of those prisoners you chip a hole in your prison. 990 years you know have passed on Fortannis, and you reach out to that world. You find a Biata. He dreams of a Gryphon to save him from his pain. He is filled with magic of Celestial and Earth. He calls to you, and as a Gryphon, you make yourself seem, you call to him. His wish, which you grant for a favor one day, is to erase all memory of his existence within the tower, and to set him free. You use all the power you’ve saved, you focus and in one burst, you erase the memories of the Stone Elves, Dwarves and Biata in this tower, you make them forget, but he remembers, Poot remembers.~

-Elando
 
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Elando,

That is an interesting turn of events, very intersting indeed.

Lady FallingStar
 
See! Hardly unnecessary. I must know what's next! I think I see....oh, the gardens are so beautiful. So many eleves. Wait. What are those charred figures......oh no. Run! You have to run!

Right...it's just an image.

-Elando
 
~Years go by, your strength returns, you try again, you hear the dreams of 3 sisters. Strong dreams. You call to them. They want their love saved. You offer to save their love, our love. You feel the energy of 1000 spirits, collected within a piece of your prison you sent. You feel the chanting. You feel their bliss. Mina's gaze falls upon an open clearing within the swamp. The sky is clear except for her light and the stars around. You feel the prison start to crack, you are almost free, then, there is nothing. You see a field of adventurers, you see the swamp, you see...your defeat.~

What sadness. There was such good to be done. Those poor sisters, deprived of their love. Who would do such a thing? Wait, there's more...


~Years go by, you reach out through a crack, you make promises, you keep promises, and you find harbingers of your return. Edmond Razor, Minze, and Enan Bluewater, yet the later, denies your promises, he denies you, he closes you off. No matter. Minze, with a sword forged out of a piece of your prison, kills the thief of your power Sagittar, you feel invigorated. You focus on the prison, and it cracks slightly. More, you need your strength returned. Minze kills the thief Shahaquin Picon. You feel more power, you focus on the prison again. It cracks. You see the thief Ari Ramstien, then, you do not feel Minze. You see through the goblin’s eyes at a Vornae. He calls himself Dure’hdel, and he thinks he can defeat you. Your mind returns to the prison, you wait, you wait, you wait. You feel the sword in the hands of Asura, in the hands of Dure’hdel, in the hands of Enan, then of Edmond, then of Liddia, then of Sam. Yes, Sam. He dreams grandest of all....~

-Elando
 
~You feel the thief Morgan Blue fall to the sword. Power rushes through you. You feel the thief Cancera. Power flows through you! You focus on the prison, it cracks, and cracks again. Soon. Soon you will be free, soon you can cease the suffering of those you have watched for 1000 years. Soon, you will give them bliss. You feel the thief, Tauron and energy overwhelms you. You feel magic swirling, you feel your mind shattering the prison. In a flash of light you release the images of fear, of terror, of nightmares you experienced and the prison explodes in a flash of green that fills the sky of Fortannis. You are free, you are whole again.

Sam is there. He wishes for the empty flutes. You provide. Liddia is there. She wishes for nothing. Jehan is there. He watches. You look upon the land through your eyes. You will help these people.

You. are Kazi’k.~

-Elando
 
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