A Series of Emean Excursions IV.

This is where the majority of dreaming threads will take place.

Moderator: Staff

User avatar
Praetorum
Approved Character
Posts: 1348
Joined: Sun Jan 20, 2019 11:08 am
Race: Ithecal
Profession: Mercenary
Renown: 880
Character Sheet
Character Wiki
Plot Notes
Letters
Point Bank Thread
Storybook
Wealth Tier: Tier 5

Featured

Contribution

Milestones

RP Medals

Miscellaneous

Events

A Series of Emean Excursions IV.


Date: 12th of Vhalar, Arc 719
Status: Thought he was done with this shit

Weapons: Crossbow
Armor: None

No Current Magical Effects
Praetorum raised the crossbow up to his eye, peering down the shaft of the bolt at the target. "Fire!" The sound of a dozen crossbows loosing at once sang through the air, and several of the large circular targets in the training field just ahead of Prae shook slightly as bolts slammed into them. 


"Useless!" An angry sounding human screamed at them from behind, his flaming red beard and mustache clashing painfully with the green of his uniform. "Virtually every one of you cadets is a waste of space and training. Can't even hit a stationary target from this distance? DO YOU THINK THE ENEMY WILL STAND STILL AND LET YOU SHOOT AT THEM?"

Prae looked at the targets, where at least a good half of the targets had bolts sticking out of them. Not Prae's, sure, but it wasn't like most of the other recruits had missed. Still, Prae knew this drill all too well. He supposed getting yelled at during training was a universal experience of soldiering, and he even understood why—had to build nerve in a soldier while it was still safe for them to learn, and flinching only meant doing a hundred pushups—though he still had bad memories of his time in basic training. But it seemed the drill master wasn't finished yet. 


"Completely useless! You all ought to take a page from Cadet Brywen book." The man continued, ambling over to slap one of the recruit's back. "Now here's a recruit who is going to go places! I wouldn't be surprised if in a few arcs you sorry lot are all serving under him!" The boy who'd been singled out preened as the rest of the class burst into admiring murmurs, and Prae rolled his eyes. Of course. There was one in every batch of soldiers—a preening peacock who sucked up to his superiors with dreams of promotions in his eyes. 
More likely than not, this was the brownnoser's dream. Luckily, Prae was some four, five cadets away from him.

"Line up, and try again!" The drill instructor shouted, spittle visible flying from his lips even from this distance. "Don't disappoint, or you'll be doing pushups for the next season!" 


Prae let out a soft scoff, but did as he was told. Prae reached down to grab the bowstring, then paused as he saw what the others were doing. For the first time, Prae noticed that each cadet was wearing a strange belt, with a short, thick strap dangling from the front. The strap, Prae noted, had two hooks along the front, and looking at the other students, he thought he understood what it was for. 


Sliding the hooks over the center of the bow string, Prae slipped his foot into the stirrup of the crossbow, and forced his foot down to the ground, feeling the belt dig into his waist as the hooks dragged the string up high enough to span the crossbow. What a neat contraption, Prae mused as he loaded a bolt in. Much easier than spanning by hand. Necessary too, since it felt like this crossbow had a much heavier draw weight than Prae's own back in the waking world. 


Squinting down the bolt shaft, Prae aimed directly at the center of the target, then tipped the bow just slightly higher, remembering that his bolt had gone low last time. This time, it hit its mark, though not dead center like he would like. But at least he hit the target, which was an improvement.

Behind him, the drill master began to shout again, alternately chastising the recruits and praising the dreamer, and Prae figured that was enough of this dream for the trial. As the drillmaster marched past Prae, the Ithecal darted past him, and out into what looked like a fort. It was of human make and size, but was otherwise pretty similar to the various forts he'd spent his legionnaire days in. 

There would be a lot of doors here, which would make finding the right one to get out a little more difficult. But no matter, he supposed. He wasn't in any rush.

Last edited by Praetorum on Thu Nov 14, 2019 7:35 am, edited 2 times in total. word count: 739
Let's play 'What's Weird About Prae'

Head

  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand
  • A ring of light around his left forearm

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
User avatar
Praetorum
Approved Character
Posts: 1348
Joined: Sun Jan 20, 2019 11:08 am
Race: Ithecal
Profession: Mercenary
Renown: 880
Character Sheet
Character Wiki
Plot Notes
Letters
Point Bank Thread
Storybook
Wealth Tier: Tier 5

Featured

Contribution

Milestones

RP Medals

Miscellaneous

Events

Re: A Series of Emean Excursions IV.


Date: 12th of Vhalar, Arc 719
Status: Deeply soggy and shivering

Weapons: None
Armor: None

No Current Magical Effects
Prae broke the surface with a gasp, treading water to stay above the waves that threatened to drown him. It had been a long time since drowning had been a concern, and the feeling of water buffeting at him, without any sign they were trying to pull their punches as they did in the waking world, was deeply disconcerting to Prae. He'd grown far too used to the benefits of being friendly with the elements. 


Lighting cracked overhead, and Prae heard a scream somewhere in the distance. Or perhaps it was close by, and the roar of thunder and waves had muffled it. It was easy enough to see what had happened here; everywhere Prae looked, there was debris, pieces of wood, nets and barrels floating and bobbing on the surface of what tasted like the sea.

Another bolt of lightning cut through the sky, silhouetting a large barrel as it was carried by a particularly large wave coming right towards Prae. Suddenly acutely aware of how fast and large this piece of wood coming towards him was, Prae took in a deep breath, and dove, fingers and toes spreading to catch water between them as Prae tried his best not to get brained by a barrel. A sweep of his arms sent Prae down into the water, and he felt, rather than heard, the splash of something very heavy landing where his head had just been. 


The water was dark and murky, and Prae pushed himself back out of the water with a splutter, only to have a wave break on his face, pushing him back down into the deep. 


This was a problem. Prae didn't know what would happen to him if he drowned in a dream, and to be honest, he wasn't the least bit keen to find out. There were some pieces of flotsam around, and Prae latched on to the first one he saw, hoping to give himself some time to think. 


As Prae's claws dug into the barrel he'd found, he looked around, trying to find the ship that had presumably wrecked in the storm, reasoning that if there was going to be an exit from this dream, it would be there. It wasn't easy, with the night as black as the sea with only a sliver of moonslight to illuminate the scene, but after some awkward paddling, Prae spotted what looked like part of a mast sticking out into the sky, and started swimming towards it, kicking with his webbed feet as he hung on to the barrel to stay afloat. 


As he drew closer, the debris grew thicker, with some bodies beginning to number among them. All biqaj, it seemed, although he supposed that wasn't that unusual. No survivors passed his way, though he was certain the dreamer was still 'alive' somewhere around here. It didn't matter; Prae was wet and cold and he wanted to get out of this dream before he caught a cold.

Finally, Prae reached what seemed like it had once been the main mast of the ship, now slowly sinking beneath the waves. There was still some rope connecting the mast to the deck, and Prae paddled towards one, grimacing as the waves seemed to try and keep him away. But he kept going, swimming forwards until he was within arms reach of the rope, and then grabbing on.

The ship was sinking a little sluggishly, and Prae could still just about see the deck through turbulent waters. No time to waste; drawing in a deep breath, Prae plunged into the depths, pulling himself along the length of the rope to get closer to the deck. Bodies drifted here too, tangled in ropes and caught in the shredded sails, but he ignored them, focusing on pulling himself downwards. 

Even below the surface of the water, the pull of the current was strong, and his descent was slow going, as Prae tried his best not to get swept away from the ship. His chest burned with exertion, and Prae had to resist the urge to let out a gasp, lungs wanting to suck in air even where there was none. 


It felt like an eternity before he was close enough to touch the deck of the ship, but he made it somehow, grasping on to the railings along the sides and pulling himself towards a mercifully close door. 


This was not a dream he was interested in revisiting again, that was for sure.

word count: 786
Let's play 'What's Weird About Prae'

Head

  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand
  • A ring of light around his left forearm

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
User avatar
Doran
Peer Reviewer
Peer Reviewer
Posts: 3426
Joined: Sat Sep 03, 2016 3:43 am
Race: Mortal Born
Profession: Alchemist
Renown: 1082
Character Sheet
Character Wiki
Plot Notes
Templates
Letters
Point Bank Thread
Wealth Tier: Tier 10

Re: A Series of Emean Excursions IV.

Image
Praetorum:

Knowledge:
Endurance: Holding your breath underwater
Ranged (Crossbow): Using a spanning belt
Ranged (Crossbow): Adjusting for gravity over a long distance
Strength: Pulling yourself with a rope into the sea
Swimming: Using a barrel else to hold yourself above the water
Swimming: Diving to avoid getting hit

Loot: -
Wealth: -
Injuries: -
Renown: -
Magic XP: -
Points: 10
- - -
Comments: Emea is great, isn’t it? There’s so much you can do!

I wonder if this is a typical dream for Prae and if he always dreams about combat to some extent. I quite enjoyed reading the first post, especially the part where the trainer yelled at the recruits. It’s a good thing that Prae understands why they are being yelled at and doesn’t complain. I also liked in how much detail you described Prae using his weapon. You’ve obviously thought about this.

I was a bit confused when Prae was suddenly in the water in the second post (that was well-written as well), but then I remembered that this is Emea, and things are different in Emea. I wouldn’t try to find out what happens when you drown in a dream either. This was a great thread. Enjoy your rewards!


word count: 211

Mutations

N/A

Blessings

N/A

Worn Items

Ring of Reversal
Ring of Immunity
Post Reply Request an XP Review Claim Wealth Thread

Return to “Dreamscapes & The Veil”