A dream of war
Dreamer: None specified
Rushed and angry voices are heard over darkness. A fully robed man carrying a candle walks down ancient halls of a crumbling castle toward the voices. The figure steps around gaping chasms and fallen walls as it walks with no hesitation. In the flickering candle light around and in the shadows silently move sickly green tendrils. The sight of them alone leaves your feeling unwell and fearing for your mere existence.
Date: 11/10/2022 Where dream occured: Within the Realms Interpretation included: None yet The robed figure approaches a massive rotting wooden door at the end of the hall. Carefully the door is opened and he squeezes into the chamber and the door shut quietly behind them. “My liege.” A male voice speaks with a tremor. “Your Champion is in position. His army is bolstered with the aid of all of your children. Uh.. What.. He is awaiting your command. What message shall I deliver?” “You dare speak for me!” A smooth voice speaks quickly, increasing in volume. “No one speaks for me! Irrad.” Even without seeing the speaker you know that a smile crosses their face. The messenger cries out and is quickly silenced by a sound that can only be described as if a boulder had crashed down upon him. “HA. HA. HA. PUNY BUG!” A deep voice like grinding slate exclaims. “Is this display necessary? We all understand and serve you, my Lord.” An elegant and sophisticated feminine voice questions. “You are right, my youngest. We have much more pressing matters to discuss. I suspect your shock troops are ready.” The smooth voice speaks, but this time calmly. “MY WOLDS WILL MARCH ON YOUR WILL!” The grating voice booms again. “I have only begun to integrate their lizardfolk into my numbers,” A young and eager voice speaks. “At your word I will begin my march and turn their numbers against them.” “Patience my son.” The smooth voice speaks. “We need not rush. Plans are already in motion. Voraniss will fall.” “But what if other nations come to aid them?” A new feminine voice questions sounding as if spoken from beneath water. “Do not worry, my eldest daughter. If the north is so bold, I am sure your children will handle the situation appropriately.” The smooth voice comforts the other. “Very well. Watch the skies.” The drowned voice chuckles. “Eldest. Keep your troops in reserve.” The smooth voice commands. “As you wish, my Liege.” speaks a voice with the weight of centuries of knowledge and immense power. There is a bit of chatter between the voices and then finally it seems they settle on a decision. “Garrimaddon, finalize your preparations. Rally your troops from Caer Ma-Ut. In three weeks your assault begins.” |
Created by Omri (Kyra/Kieran Barry) at 10-23-23 03:53 AM
Last Modified by Omri (Kyra/Kieran Barry) at 10-23-23 04:09 AM