Dream of MyriaMultiple spell:"Within the dream, you dream. You are not you, you are an older woman, wearing healer's robes, dreaming that you are - somewhere, you look around - you seem to be in a room in which you once studied, many years ago... A Demon Prince stands before you, speaking sternly, brandishing a magic mace. "...You can always refuse," it sneers, "but at what cost? Your Guild, your friends - and - What's that bastard's name - Torin? He will suffer like none other." It must be a dream, it has to be a dream... "Serve me, and touch them I will not. What say you? You've lived out most of your life already, why not dedicate the last of it to sparing others from suffering, as you always wished to do." ...You know in your heart, mind and soul, that dream though this may be, it is also somehow real. Outside your mind. Impacting within reality. You feel your face tighten, blanch to ashen. Tears like no dream flow down your cheeks, as your head slowly starts to nod in agreement." The dream ends. Amawar wakes up tears are in her eyes. "Oh, Myria... I'm sorry. I hoped better for you. I had hoped you got away... "How is your fate different than that of Brother Malcolm..." She sighs. ((Precog Two threads, the golden threads of life, of death, of Fate. One thread leads to a Dark Wraith with a magic mace, sitting alongside Kovaks' propped-up corpse, appearing to converse, its gaze turned to a newly-arrived tinsmith in Kenkilit. The other thread stretches through centuries, and ends, its cut-off terminus bobbing free in the void. "Welp I don't like that... We will find whichever of you is lost. Myria, you and Torin deserve to be together in the light. |
Created by Amawar Truehammer (Alex Taylor)
at 10-08-26 03:41 PM
Last Modified by Amawar Truehammer (Alex Taylor) at 10-08-26 03:42 PM
Last Modified by Amawar Truehammer (Alex Taylor) at 10-08-26 03:42 PM