The Place of Nightmares

Known colloquially as the "Realm of Dreams", Emea is a mysterious place accessed primarily beyond the realm of consciousness as the mortal body sleeps in Idalos. The mind travels far at night and Emea's not without its unique risks and dangers, though Jesine's vigilance keeps mortals mostly safe.

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The Place of Nightmares

Sun Jun 24, 2018 7:29 pm

Ymiden 80, Arc 718 ~ Night
The heat… The burn… The smell of smoke and seared flesh. He choked. Coughed. He couldn’t breathe. Around him the sounds were deafening. The humming in his ears, resonating at the back of his head. The crackling of wood being devoured by flames. He could suddenly see and terror seized him. He was inside a room that was engulfed in flames.
What..? How..? He was confused then but at the same time he knew. He always knew. He looked down. Gasping for air, his lungs burning with the skyrocketing temperatures. He stumbled backwards. There he was. There wasn’t much skin left on the body but in the places where there was some, it was blistered and bursting. The fat was sizzling with the meat underneath cooking like that of a hog. Only, this was not a hog. It was his master. And he was staring at him with lidless eyes.
“You...will...pay.” The man rasped, lifting his arm with bony claws for fingers. “I...will...make...you…” It tried to get up, liquid pouring out of its lipless mouth. Finn did not want to find out what that liquid was. The sheer sight of it, made his stomach turn. The thing got to its knees. In a panic, Finn grasped something that felt heavy and he swung it. The sickening crack of a broken skull added an extra tunes to the symphony of death all around. The creature fell back on the floor, twitching. Not dead. It rasped. It vomited some more with gagging that might as well have been Finn's own. He had to get out. He was not meant to be here. This was not meant to be happening…
Dropping whatever it was that he used to knock the thing back down, Finn stumbled away, looking around desperately for an exit. The door! There was his escape. It was wide open with flames for the frame. If there were windows, Finn did not look for them. Fear did not allow him. Dashing for the exit, he tripped over something and fell on the ground. He couldn’t get back up. His feet were tangled in something.
“Finn….” A female voice croaked among the crackling of fire. Finn’s heart jumped to his throat.
“Mirana…” He breathed out shakily when he looked back. She was just as badly burnt as his master. Tufts of black hair curled to her skull from the heat. Charred tongue fell out same as a dog would ventilate the heat. The jewelry she used to wear was moulded into her skin.
“Save me…” She pleaded, pulling herself towards him. She was missing the lower half of her body. Something tore her apart. He could see her insides and bottom part of her spine trailing behind. He couldn’t… This could not have been Mirana. So he kicked it in the face in a rush of adrenaline and survival instinct, causing the thing to let go with a gruesome wail.
Crawling backwards into the corridor, his eyes were wide. So much so if possible, they would have popped out of their sockets. He had troubles breathing. Sweat beaded his forehead and began streaming down his face. It was hard to tell if it was the heat or the nerves. Then a burning tongue of the flame lashed out next to Finn’s head almost licking his cheek like a rowdy lover. With it, the whole house erupted in screams of people burning alive and trying to escape their certain deaths.
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The Place of Nightmares

Mon Jul 16, 2018 9:42 pm

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The shadow awoke, as light invaded her slumber. Looking out from her hiding place beneath a particularly dusty dresser, she saw the flickering coming from the hallway. It was a strange, yellow-orange glow, dancing in a way that was not common for this home. She was an intruder, but liked it here. There were plenty of shadows to wear the skin of, plenty of food to eat, and the tenants hadn't seemed to notice her presence. She'd been here a long time.

But this light made her uneasy. The only light that came from that hall was normally the daylight streaming through the window at one end, or a person walking with a candle. This was... more. Harsher, violent, dancing about wildly. She was an older shadow, so she could survive in the light, but that didn't make it comfortable. She crept out from her protective cover and slipped over to the doorway. Her continuous shifting form peered around
the corner and saw the source. Fire. Lots of it. Something had gone terribly wrong and now the house was on fire.

Panic immediately set in. Fire for long enough would kill her with the constant light, she was sure of it. And as a shadow, she couldn't simply break a window, not without stealing a form first. She needed to escape. Without a form, she couldn't smell the smoke or feel the searing heat, nor hear the cries of anguish through the house. But she could see. And she saw one of the tenants trying to escape, while another, on fire, clutched at him. Her darkness slid over the wall and up to the ceiling, taking some cover in the smoke there, still able to see the two.

The smoke provided a little bit of protection from the light, but it still burned her to be so close to a source of light. Looking down, she saw the boy kick the half burned woman in the face. As he turned away, the shadow seized on the opportunity. A spear of darkness shot downward, piercing the dying woman's shadow. It was weakened as she was dying, but its true form held, regardless of her injuries. It took little effort to overcome the lesser shadow and slip into its skin. Once inside, she could feel the heat, hear the cracking, the cries for help, the smell of burnt flesh. Couldn't say she cared for it.

Now in the form of Mirana, with all of her skills and language, but none of her memories, the Shadow Mirana, a perfect image, albeit crafted of darkness, followed after the man. When she caught up, she pushed him aside, into a wall, reaching for the door. Grasping the knob sent a burning sensation through her hand, and she screamed in a way that only Mirana could. But still she twisted and opened that door, preparing to step out into the world, only to find another door there. The door in her hand was gone. As if... it had never opened at all. She'd never even seen the outside.

Looking over at the man she'd shoved, in Mirana's voice, "How do we get out?!"
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Wed Jul 18, 2018 4:40 pm

Oh hell no! He was not going to stay around and watch Mirana and his master burn, or crawl towards him or do whatever the gruesome carcasses were about to do. He struggled and stumbled to his feet. Hands along the wall for support. He was no longer sure if he was short of breath or close to throwing up. He wasn’t going to stay around and find out. Spinning around on his heels, Finn dashed down the corridor, missing the shadow that shot down from the ceiling.
Yet, the further he went, the more the scream filled his ears, resonating inside his skull like eerie, wild echoes. He pressed his hands against his ears, but it would not fade away. They were there. Everywhere. They oppressed him, causing him to slow down, shutting his eyes. His feet were tripping over one another, or was it uneven floorboards? Or worse yet?
Then out of nowhere came an unexpected force, pushing him against the wall and throwing him off balance. His eyes flew open and even wider when he saw what it was that collided with him. His eyeballs threatened to pop out of their sockets. Wha…? How…? He stared at a shadow in shape of Mirana.
He watched her in shock as she attempted to escape. He made no move. He couldn't. Even when she questioned him in that naturally authoritative voice of hers, he said nothing. This was the woman that made his life a living hell of confusion and failure when he was a child. The woman who he took for a goddess and the worst keeper at the same time as she would strike him in blame with one hand, and stroke in forgiveness with the other. Weak in resolve, he shook his head. His eyes darted around.
“HELP!” Suddenly a cry sharper and louder than others pierced through the overall noise. There was no doubt it was a little girl calling from somewhere behind these walls. Like a smack across the face, Finn seemed to have immediately snapped out of his meagre state of obedience.
“HELP ME!” There it came again.
“Tati…” He whispered at first before calling out immediately after: “Tati!” He made steps past Mirana. Perhaps her body formed from darkness made her less important and less ominous now that his mind could class her as a shadow.
“We can’t go yet. If this is Tati…” The priest then added, but whether that was in response to Mirana or words for himself was ambiguous.
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Re: The Place of Nightmares

Fri Sep 14, 2018 3:03 pm

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Shadow Mirana heard the scream, but was not interested in it. She needed to save herself. To get out. The man, who had been wearing quite the confused face, was not of help. And now that this Tati was screaming, it seemed he'd be beyond useless until she was found and made safe. Shadow Mirana was terribly annoyed at this boy. She swung an arm, striking him across the face with the back of her hand, "Useless boy." She then shoved him away, and ran up the stairs herself, taking them two at a time. At least up was away from the fire, for now. Once reaching the top, "What are you waiting for?"

She looked around, trying to remember whose room was whose. She never paid much mind to such things, content in her own little corner of the home. The girl screamed again, and Shadow Mirana dashed for the room. And what she saw was not at all expected. There was a human girl there, small, but Shadow Mirana had no concept of age. This must be Tati, the screamer. And Tati was holding some sort of large flower. It was glowing red hot, burning bright, and every so often, it would shoot out a fireball in a seemingly random direction.

And each time it did, the girl screamed. What an annoying sound. Why do humans make such noises? And why do they tolerate them? Shadow Mirana considered ripping out that noise hole in the girl's face. But a fireball shot toward the shadow being, and she threw herself to the ground. Desperate times. Shadow Mirana scrambled forward in a prone position, until she found Tati's shadow. She opened her mouth, and bit into the shadow, which began to flail and silently scream. She ripped away a chunk and dove into the hole it created. Once inside, the shadow creature detached Tati's shadow, and stood up, becoming a perfect copy of the girl.

Staring at the girl in the face, she smiled, revealing her sharp pointed teeth and pure black eyes. She said nothing, just staring at the girl, who froze for a long moment. Then she dropped the flaming flower and began to cry. Turning to the door, waiting on the boy to arrive, she hollered, "Make it stop. Such intolerable noises!"


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