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Lette "Just like that? You're all... going back to sleep?" She sighed. Maybe they were marching back into the lion's den, but: "What else is there to do?" she rhetorically concluded. "Alright, then. Those others are keeping their distance, so no reason to deprive ourselves." She held up a stern finger. "But I'll say this: I see someone shivering, I'm waking them up." Ready to resume first watch whenever. Aeolius fucked around with this message at 14:10 on Apr 17, 2012 |
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Lo'el "Well...I suppose we cannot abandon sleep forever. But if my sleep does seem troubled, I would prefer, if possible, a less painful awakening." Although grateful for Dolan's action in saving him from the nightmare, the faun suspected it would take some time for the painful swelling in his cheek to subside. "Until the morning then." All these events would need to be explained and written down in great detail once the first rays of light allowed it. But for now, there was simply nothing for it but to close his eyes and pray for an uneventful sleep. Would the phantoms be waiting in his dreams, or maybe the goddess? Perhaps the others who watched and listened to them from the cornfield would take advantage of their slumber and attack, never allowing them to wake again. These nagging thoughts drift through his mind as he lays down, keeping his staff close to his chest and his eyes shut stubbornly in the hope for a dreamless sleep. The stories had never quite detailed just how tiring these adventures could be.
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As the others make their way- with varying levels of trepidation- back to their packs, for most sleep proves initially elusive. After all, the adrenaline bubbling through their blood's got its own set of demands, ones that don't include peaceful rest. Still, after a long day of hiking and in the still darkness there's enough pulling each back down to slumber. The harrowing fight they'd just had in their dreams gives the four a bit of forewarning, so that when they simply wind up somewhere else fully lucid and dreaming it's not a particularly strange surprise. That they're all four sitting on a cloud? That's the surprise. More specifically, they appear to be floating on a comfortable, fluffy cloud that for all the world feels like a giant pile of fine blankets held in midair by nothing more than a thought. They're not entirely alone in the sky; a large black winged form goes by, but after a panicked first impression it's a very large crow and not the dragon that had stalked them earlier. Aside from that, the skies are clear, the sun's beating down from a bare (at least, from the top of cloud) sky and plenty warm, and... there's no actual threats apparent, for what might be the first time all day. And- even better luck- they're each decently dressed with their equipment, this time, and Dolan doesn't seem to have an odd pink fog around him. --- Back in the waking world, Lette and Martin despite their vigilance can't see anyone sneaking around outside, and the fake birdcalls stop once the intruders had been called out- were it not for knowing someone else was out there, for the life of either they'd swear they were the only people for miles around. A quick and worried check shows all four sleeping peacefully, though Lo'el's blow is forming a nasty and ugly bruise over much of his face. Mukaikubo fucked around with this message at 14:36 on Apr 17, 2012 |
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Lo'el Despite his many worried thoughts and aching face, sleep finds him a lot sooner then he had imagined and it's not long before the faun is blinking away the sudden, sharp light of a clear blue sky above him. He shifts in the sitting position he now finds himself in, trying to collect his thoughts, as he then looks down to see what he thought to be his own blanket was not a blanket at all. He stands with a sudden gasp before planting himself back down firmly in the center of the cloud, having caught sight of his surroundings and realizing that to stand and risk losing his footing could result in a very, very long fall. He was thankful to see the others again and even more so to see that their clothing had followed them this time, although Dolan had seemed to shed himself of the pink mist somehow. "I suppose the bright side is that the phantoms might have trouble reaching us up here." He eyes the crow warily as it passes them. Another phantom or something else? "I am beginning to wonder if these dreams are a construction of our own or of the gods themselves, although I imagine it would raise further questions if we were the ones who brought ourselves here." Had Dinym or another sent them here then? A possible place of refuge from the beasts who had attacked them before? "I wonder..." His words trail off as he stretches his hand out in front of him and opens his palm upwards. He closes his eyes and tries to clearly picture a smooth, black pebble in his empty hand, much like he had in the prayer to the moon goddess from before. If he had any sway over this place, he would soon find out. Will - 12, to summon a pebble.
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Lo'el He scrunches his face slightly as he concentrates, causing a sharp flare of pain to emit from his cheek, and starts to feel an odd, unfamiliar sensation take over him as he struggles to keep the image clear in his mind. And then he feels it. A small weight pressing down on his open palm as if something had simply dropped onto it without him noticing. He opens one eye cautiously to peek at the item, before opening both eyes wide in astonishment. "Aha!" He says, holding the pebble up enthusiastically to the others as he turns it over between his fingers. "Incredible! It seems we do have at least some control over this strange place."
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Isit When Isit cones to, she looks askance at the others for a moment before getting her bearings. She wasn't to happy to see the others under the curcumstances, since they had such terrible luck last time. Alec gets a suspicious glance as well. Who knew when he might start stabbing other people to make oaths. Spotting the crow, Isit perks up. "Oh! I think I am aquatinted with her. Be polite, the lot of you." The elf waves at the bird, her demeanor almost cheerful.
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Lette Lette slumps down, heaving a sigh. "Well," she begins, her voice back to a whisper. "Eventful," she notes of the night, still really only just begun. There is some solace to be had in knowing that she hadn't awoken the camp over a bird. But then, she might feel a bit more comfortable knowing that birds were all that waited just out of sight. And then there's the matter of these dangerous dream-spirits. She shudders at the thought. Those nights she had awoken in a cold sweat, relieved to find it had only been a dream... had it been? There is no questioning the 'dream' of it; rather, the concern rests now with the 'only.' "Suddenly I'm not sure I'm even tired," she said, the last word escaping with a yawn. "Bother."
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Dolan Clouds were a much nicer alternative to waking naked in some foreign field. He takes in what surroundings there are, then looks to the others, glad to see them clothed as well. And this time Dolan isn't covered in a pink cloud, which would certainly add questions to the mix. That they aren't alone doesn't exactly come as a surprise, but that Isit apparently knows the presence does. Perhaps Dolan hasn't been the only one communing with the other side. "I had thought this place to be a Source, a sort of reservoir of magic," Dolan tells Lo'el. "After what we've seen, I'm not so sure. I'd never heard of spirits residing in one," he adds. Recent events had shown him just how little he knew about the affairs of spirits. Something that, if things kept on as they were, would have to be rectified.
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Martin de Mignolet "Hmph. I am tired, but...I am not sure I want to risk sleep, so I agree with you as far as that goes," said Martin with a shake of his head. "Hopefully their second try is better; I will certainly want them to explain in the morning. Though I doubt anything they tell me will make any sense," he added with a hint of skepticism. After a time spent silently listening, he looks at Lette through the darkness, head tilted to one side slightly. "Do you ever get the feeling that everything which can go wrong is doing? Certainly everything is very strange right now. It doesn't seem as though we are quite safe from strangeness anywhere. Does it seem that way to you, or am I just over-reacting?"
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The stone is cast over the edge without a second thought once its utility is done; perhaps it would hit some poor soul on the head at a great velocity. Or perhaps this dream didn't extend all the way to the ground (begging the question of what would happen if anyone jumped off) or that they simply had nobody else in this... place, that could be injured by such an errant projectile. Alec's sword goes right through the cloud as though it weren't even there, despite it having no apparent problems holding up the northman's feet. Just one more impossible piece of magic or illusion or something else unwholesome in this strange place. His call, though, appears to draw the large crow's attention. It banks, showing the four on the cloud its broad wingspan (easily twice as long as a man was tall, and every feather midnight black) and flapping casually to beat its way back to the cloud. With a ruffle of its wings, it lands delicately on a far corner of the little cloud, solid to it as well. The crow cocks its head to one side, eying Isit and Alec and the rest with decidedly un-birdlike intelligence behind its eyes; it opens its giant beak, and speaks with a perfectly human voice of a young woman. "I thank you for the greeting, Alec of Cherusciten, even if it isn't precisely your home we meet in. I am Vuoksi, of whom you may or may not have heard- and if you haven't, your companions have. Regardless, this is a safe place in a world that, for tonight, is quite unsafe- nor is it entirely my own doing as well. More than that, I prefer not to say. I would stay and chat with the five of you more-" she pauses, eying Dolan, and adds, "-but I've already tarried enough tonight and my job doesn't wait for my whims." The crow spreads her wings. --- Back in the waking world, there's another brief exchange of birdsong. Distant- or just muffled quietly enough to make it sound distant compared to before. No way to tell. The sleepers stay asleep, and the stars wheel on unconcerned... and as Martin and Lette keep watch, they too can feel the exhaustion beginning to set in behind heavy eyelids. They'll last, if just on willpower, but the unknown fears of whatever the others had found was going to have a hard time beating out the certainty of a long day march, a stressful few hours, and the body's demand for rest.
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Lette "Could be that by morning we won't need them to explain," Lette said with another sigh. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head against them, staring off into the distance save for a periodic glance at the sleepers. When Martin again broke the silence, she listened while fighting off another yawn. "It's hard to tell, anymore," she replies. "I was convinced of it, until I found Noah. Now, it's clear there's still plenty that could go wrong, and plenty that could have. But we're all still here, right? Centaurs and spirits notwithstanding." She smiles wanly. "The real question seems to be what 'strange' even is, now."
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Isit "We know you're busy, and thank you for the help you have given us. Couldn't ask for kinder consideration. If you have time in the future, please feel free to visit us, we owe you a bit of gratitude for this." Gesturing at the cloud, Isit smiles. "Fare you well, and thank you once more."
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The giant crow cocks her head in the other direction, peering at Alec. Opening her beak, she reaches out and grabs the ration (well, most of the ration, at least, with beaks not being perfectly dextrous) and quickly gulps it down. The goddess gives a little soft caw, before shaking her head and ducking it to one side; plucking out one feather, she deftly drops it into Alec's hand. "When the time comes, you'll know what to use it for." Vuoksi says. "Thank you, and farewell-" Rather than anything so pedestrian as flying away, the bird seems to flatten out, then shrink to a thin black line, then a point- and then she's gone.
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Alec Cherusci Without a word Alec puts the rest of the rations back into the cloth and awkwardly holds it at full arms length, lest it seem that he is not taking from his guest . He takes the feather and holds it outright, in full view nodding and listening carefully. "Traveler fare thee well, may your hearth greet you with warmth and tidings." Alec speaks the words ritualistically with his stance unchanged, the gift and food out front of him unnaturally as if to recognize it and show it. He waits silently, half bowed, until the bird disappears into a line and then vanishes. Alec quickly straightens out and appears much more natural now. "Quite a good guest, even did not eat all, most of the people here do not understand how rude it is to eat all of offered food. A fine gift, normally it is but a tale, but a feather from your own person? Very proper. If only everyone had such fine manners." Alec seems to have calmed down a bit, the decorum and properness he had not seen since entering the empire and made him feel as though he was in a place he could call normal. Alec examines the feather and wonders at it's use is. This Spirit had talked like the Seers, very strangely and frankly confusingly. Alec not one to betray a gift with negligence and stows it next to his heart, next to other tokens that he never shows or discusses.
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Lo'el He stares openly at Vuoksi as she descends and begins talking to them briefly, keeping his mouth closed as he listens intently to what the goddess has to say. He struggles for the right words to say, not wishing to sound foolish in front of a deity, yet a certain line from the goddess suddenly begs a question that needs an answer. He opens his mouth to speak, only to find the goddess quickly dissolving before his eyes. "Goddess! I-" But the goddess of death herself is soon gone and he instead turns back to his companions. "Five of us? I do not see any others." Laying down on the comfortable cloud, he looks up to the clear blue sky overhead, wondering to himself if being in this dream would still leave him tired when he awakened back in the camp. "So this place is a haven from those phantoms after all. Saved by two goddess in a single night... It is hard to truly comprehend all this. Oh, I must explain." He sits up to look at the others. "In the illusion we found ourselves in before, I...was losing hope that we would be able to escape such a place and prayed to Dinym, the moon goddess, to save us. Unbelievably, she answered and the bear that appeared and saved us was her response. To think that I was blessed enough to have her speak to me directly... It will be hard to describe such events like this to the herd without them believing that I have gone mad." Resting again on the cloud, he closes his eyes and pictures the full moon in his mind's eye once more. Great Moon Goddess, I pray that my voice can reach you once more. I wish to thank you for your protection against the soulless phantoms and to know that I hope to be blessed enough to thank you in person one day. May the beauty of song and dance fill your heart.
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Isit Isit glares at Alec as he laughs at the faun. The nerve of that man. "Now that's the last straw. What would you know about anything? You're just a big mouthed northman that we can barely understand half of the time. If our lands are so terrible, and our ways so wrong, why don't you just return back north instead of bothering us?" With an imperious wave, she turns from Alec, and pointedly sits as far as she can from him.
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Lo'el He perks up at Alec suddenly with a look of disbelief his eyes. He had suspected that it would be difficult not to offend the man eventually, what with him knowing so little of the man's culture, but the idea of the moon being viewed as a source of death and destruction certainly caught him by surprise. "Death Dågon? We should discuss the lore of our peoples some time Alec, I have heard of many different beliefs in this world, but I had never imagined the moon goddess to be perceived in such a way. To my people, Dinym herself was the one who led the herd to the sanctuary of the forests centuries ago. The moon is her symbol and a sign of protection and undying love. I could never imagine to view her in a different way." He looks down to the spot on the cloud where Vuoksi had been only moments before. "As for summoning Death itself, well..." Dolan had a point though, he did not wish to argue or try to disprove the northerners beliefs. Dinym had spoken to him and sent help when he had asked for it. She was real and had protected him selflessly, just as the stories said she would. That was all that mattered. "Some rest would be best. It seems there is little else for us to accomplish here. I suppose we will be woken for our watch any moment, Alec. I wonder what would happen if we were to sleep in a place like this..." He reaches a free hand up to his face and gingerly prods his bruised cheek before drawing it away in a hiss of pain. "You certainly know how to leave a mark, Sir Dolan." he says with a smile, despite the mild pain it caused.
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Martin de Mignolet "Well, I suppose strange is relative. It is all strange to me though, which is good enough," he replies dryly. The world had changed, one way or another. "I have never seen much of anything like any of what's happened recently. Soon I might stop being surprised at some of these things." That was probably unlikely.
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Lo'el He keeps his back against the cloud, staring up to the sky, as the voices rise and tempers erupt around him. His long ears droop sullenly as he raises his head to look. An argument between themselves was the last thing they needed if they hoped to have a chance at surviving these relentless perils. "Alec, Lady Isit, let us please not dwell on this discussion. Tensions and emotions are no doubt at a high after today's events and getting some rest while we can may be the wiser choice here. There are far more worthy foes out there to direct our anger to then at each other."
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Alec Cherusci Alec stares right back and without a even a flinch says "A founder does not make a country great if the people forget what he taught. My city may seem small to you, I may seem to have no sense, but in the end, I am here, to help stop it. We all have lost friends and loved ones, family and more to the spirits. I have traveled more miles than any of my people before me, to come and help. My people may have no sense, but they at least do not have insanity. There is but one enemy to my people, and if the King cannot prevent it, we strip him of everything and make him fight with the rest of us. Your insanity is that you fight each other constantly. The Spirits of last night are the enemy, the people who steal children in the night are the enemy, the monsters who slay our wives are the enemy." Alec has a single tear slowly roll down his cheek, as he continues. "I would rather have no sense and honor than be insane and have all my enemy. I have never once, expected you or anyone even come close to what I give in return, cause your people are hurt and wanting. The dead are not for me to determine their worth, nor would I claim to. I could blame some people for many deaths I have seen, and most of them live HERE. Instead, this ice farmer from the north is going away from those pyres and coming here to stop this madness, however I can. I see the wisdom of our Seer, in this place a thousand warriors would only be seen as a horde no matter who we talked too." Alec crouches down and sits on the cloud looking mostly into nowhere. Lor'El was right, these people do not follow the ways of their Fathers, how could they hope to understand one who always had.
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Isit "Do you even hear what you're saying? You are going to save us all through the power of your own goodness? You are a sanctimonious, grandiose moron with a martyr complex." With a shrug at Lo'el, she sits down to rest. "Have fun playing noble savage, I'm going to sleep,"
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Alec Cherusci "What you call goodness or noble, I call simply duty. It is my duty to do it, and believe me, it is not so much fun." Alec shakes his head calming down completely, "Lor'El, I apologize for laughing at your goddess. The tales I know are from the beginning, I have no idea what your Moon goddess does or has to do with the unnamed spirit. Today has been trying, and of all the people in this land, you have tried the most to understand my people. Thank you." Alec lays his head down and sighs. What a confusing day.
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Apr 18, 2012 22:50
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Lo'el "It is quite alright Alec, it has been a long and tiring day and it seems that even our sleep only seeks to drive us towards new mysteries and horrors. Your people may seem strange and new to me, but no more so then the rest of the peoples and civilizations I have yet to meet. I hope when this is all over that I may be blessed with a chance to explore your lands for myself." He rests his head back on the fluffy bedding beneath him and closes his eyes, wondering what will happen if he should fall asleep here. Would he only sink further into his dreams? "Although I am grateful beyond words, I do think as to why Vuoksi herself took pity on us. Surely we cannot be the first to fall victim to such spirits?"
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Alec Cherusci "Maybe someone called to her and she answered. I do not know, we do not worship spirits, respect yes, barter yes, kneel before? no." Alec continues laying down on the cloud staring at the sky "I wonder though if I could call out to my forefathers like you do Gods, and have them come." Alec holds up his hand and plays with the light of the dream sun as he is left wondering. Who would bother someone so busy as Cherus and Weß?
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