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19th of Ymiden 720

In the small hours of the morning, after midnight, Woe fell asleep, with the book on smithing Faldrunium weapons resting on his chest. He'd been reading fervently the work of Sa-Ki-Uata. Of particular interest, there was the chapter on the...

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3rd trial of Saun 719

The gentle sound of rushing water and the chorus of birds echoed in the lush trees. Rabu’s eyes were closed as he blissfully inhaled the misty air and let the soothing sounds wash over him. he sat on a woven blanket of vines and hemp in a...

39 Ymiden 720
I've never done it before either. After the first few times I stopped practicing my Dreamwalking. Isabella said to Balthazar as they walked side by side into an endless cave with nothing but offshoots on either side every few feet. He'd come into her dream so that he could say...

3 Ymiden 720

Somewhere in the vast mind of a sleeping mage, five men sat in very different chairs around a circular table. An ethereal cloth seemed to melt off the table like a sheet of fog. There were four stone walls surrounding the men and no doors or windows. The only light in the room came...

6 Ymiden 720
Another trial... another night... another dream of combat... only this one did not begin as any of the other's had and this one would not end as the other ones had. In this dream, there was no choice. There was no decision to be made. Balthazar's mind had done the work for him....

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15th of Ymiden 720, Late Breaks.

Woe hadn't dared to think that the Creep might be real. He'd dreamed of it, in his most surreal night-time imaginings of an arc ago. Of a highly advanced city, awash in arcane knowledge and technical advancements and culture. In...

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He couldn't put it off forever. Well, no, he could. He very much could, and wanted to. He just doubted he'd be able to sleep well if he did.

I've killed a thousand men, but I can't lie to a boy.

Fucking idiot.

Kasoria...

5 Ymiden 720
Another trial... another night... another dream of combat that began just like all the others- with Balthazar standing at the warrior shrine looking over the last two Immortals. It was strange that he did not want to proceed so strongly on this night but there was a perfectly sound...

4 Ymiden 720
Another trial... another night... another dream of combat just like all the others. For anyone else it might have grown stale but not for Balthazar. Not for the Yari living inside his heart. Every night, every dream, every impulse inside those dreams felt good. It felt right... but...

3 Ymiden 720
Anther trial... another night... another dream of combat.

Balthazar slowly walked up and down the row of statues dedicated to Immortals at the warrior shrine in this reoccurring nightmare. Ilaren, Treid, Faldrun, Delroth, Moseke, and Edasha's statues were destroyed. Balthazar didn't...

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Everything about his face still seemed to sting bitterly as he remained chained down in his chair, the room filled with almost total and absolute and total darkness now. Patrick found breathing through his nose difficult now and his right eye had swollen...

2 Ymiden 720
Anther trial... another night... another dream of combat.

The dreams were coming more frequently now and at an alarming rate. This time when Balthazar awoke to the dream he was already at the warrior shrine. He didn't have to navigate the island to find it. Something in him or in...

1 Ymiden 720
Anther trial... another night... another dream of combat. Balthazar awoke in the arena and moved through the large door to the left. He knew where he was going. He'd been here far too many times to get lost... but why? Why this dream? He didn't ask those questions to himself. He...

12th of Zi'da 719

Woe felt a spray of water as someone flicked droplets from the washbasin in his face. He shook his head out of sleep, but rolled over, trying to get back to bed.

The flicking changed directions, chilling the back of his shoulders now. Get up. Time to greet the new governess....

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12th of Ymiden 720

The mantle of iron maile, reddened with rust and blood marks rested over Woe's bare shoulders. The damned thing made him uncomfortable, and he didn't think he would get used to it. Yet his host had insisted that it was all part of the games, of...

20th of Cylus, 720 - 2nd of Ashan, 720

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The Dim Source of Dreams, Pt.2
19th Cylus 720 in the heartland of Yrmellyn’s dreamscape

Yrmellyn’s lucid dreams were NOT a linear story. An unfortunate fact for logical people, but an intriguing bonus for the creative dreamer. A would NOT lead to B! It was...

2nd of Ashan 720

Kalortah was treading the path from his tower to the halls of the University, the Scalvoris campus when he noticed something different about the other students. They were all full-blooded avriel. Their brilliant white manes and colorful plumage sent his soul soaring, as he walked...

30 Cylus 720

Yeva was sitting in a boat, watching the waves swirl in a endless sea of pigment. The wind was blowing softly and the sun was shining. 'I could stay here forever,' she thought, yawning against the railing. Yeva slowly sat up and reached into the crisp water, pulling back to see that...

16 Ashan 720
What fresh hell had brought Balthazar before the warrior shrine tonight? He did know. He didn't know why he was having these dreams but every few trials another one came. He was standing before the warrior shrine again, looking over the statues once more. He didn't want to kill them....

123rd of Ashan 720

Since returning from the ill-conceived expedition from Faldrass, something in the back of Kalortah's mind had been troubling him. A most peculiar emotion or sensation. He didn't entirely understand it. It felt like, the opposite of his usual mode of being. But then, what did you...

75-Vhalar-719

The creaking of the floors haunted him through the dream. The young mage held onto his dagger, cautious, ever careful of the possibility that something unwelcomed had slipped through into his mind. He had been governing for breaks now, or what felt like breaks in Emea, but likely...