Eguzki
2011-02-27, 08:17 PM
The Dreamscape
Behalda
The Real World, 1432 AC
You lay down on a bed of dry itchy hay. around you there are a number of candles burning and some herbs smouldering in a bowl give off an accrid smell. While you lay there enduring the ritual you reflect on the events that have brought you to this point. About four months ago you remember that you started to have some nightmares. They were little more then an unpleasant feeling while you dreamt. But as time went on they got worst and worst. You tried to drown the memory of those nightmares by killing wild animals and focusing on the tasks at hand. Regardless every night when you laid to bed, the visions would return; death, decay, fear, and darkness were always there t welcome you along with their herald the the white wolf. Every week they became worst and worst. Your heard people talking, saying that they had experienced the same thing as you. The shamans realized that this was evil coming from the Dreamworld and that they need someone to go and set it all straight. They chose you, the ferocious outcast, the misfit. In their eyes they figured if you died out there then their only worry would be disposing of a comatose body instead of a feral youngling.
The chanting continues and the smoke from the herbs is filling the room. You can feel your self falling from this world. Not metaphorically falling but the actual feeling of free fall. Darkness surrounds you and the chanting fades away...
The White, Year Unknown
As you open your eyes all you see around you is white light, blindingly white. You literally cannot see anything but pure whiteness. You hear a voice in you head, at least you think it's in your head because you can't find the source of it, "Hello, you have been chosen." The deep and ominous voice says, " We called you here because we need your help. However before we tell you your mission you must pass the test." It pauses as a tall white door appears in front of you. you can see it because it is mildly less white then the surrounding area. "Enter this door and return on the other side and you will have proven yourself to be of use to us. Now enter or it shall enter you."
Zana
The White, Year Unknown
You lay there, eyes closed, remembering or trying to remember where you have been for the past few years. Everything is a blur all that you know is that you transported again. Transport has a tendency of blurring memories. You remember your master and what he told you or what you think that he told you. Actually you don't really remember what he told you but instead your remember you told you something. Something about balance. It probably wasn't very important and you figure that you might as well figure out where you are.
As you open your eyes all you see around you is white light, blindingly white. You literally cannot see anything but pure whiteness. You hear a voice in you head, at least you think it's in your head because you can't find the source of it, "Hello, you have been chosen." The deep and ominous voice says, " We called you here because we need your help. However before we tell you your mission you must pass the test." It pauses as a tall white door appears in front of you. you can see it because it is mildly less white then the surrounding area. "Enter this door and return on the other side and you will have proven yourself to be of use to us. Now enter or it shall enter you."
Althaduzin
The Real World, 1432 AC
The tower is as lonely as ever. You just finished your rutine 10 laps around the room and the usual red wheat poridge. You know its time to go back to the dreaming. You lay down on your bed in the usual position and drift away.
The Dreaming, Year your choice
Ahh, finally home. Around you is your world as you left it. Well almost as you left it. In the distance on top of a hill you see the White wolf. This is not the first time you see him. For the past four months or so the dreaming which you love to control as behaved strangely. Dark things has been showing their faces (well at least those that have faces). You would try to push those dark things away but every time you tried the white wolf would appear and fear, a fear like no other, would take over your heart. Freezing you in place. You could do little but stand there and witness the horror. Tonight you are decided to drive this wolf away. It has sone up more frequently lately and bringing darker things with it. However tonight it is not alone. On an other will stands a tall oak tree. This tree is unlike many trees because it is moving and it has a face and eyes. Suddenly it approaches you at lightning speed. It whispers to you "The Dark is here. Come with me you are Chosen. We must go." and with those words it swallows you whole into its trunk
The White, Year Unknown
As you open your eyes all you see around you is white light, blindingly white. You literally cannot see anything but pure whiteness. You hear a voice in you head, at least you think it's in your head because you can't find the source of it, "Hello, you have been chosen." The deep and ominous voice says, " We called you here because we need your help. However before we tell you your mission you must pass the test." It pauses as a tall white door appears in front of you. you can see it because it is mildly less white then the surrounding area. "Enter this door and return on the other side and you will have proven yourself to be of use to us. Now enter or it shall enter you."
Kryoni
The Real World, 1432 AC
Another has passed with your father trying to teach you the beauty and art behind a the dove tail joint but again the day ended in your father's frustration turning into ager telling you how he wished you were more like your cousins and took more interest in the family business. But little do you care because you are off to great adventures you are off to become Kryoni.
The White, Year Unknown
As you open your eyes all you see around you is white light, blindingly white. You literally cannot see anything but pure whiteness. You realize that this is not where you usually awake and start feeling rather uneasy. Looking down you see that you are as always Kryoni, Mighty Dragon Knight. You take another look around and there is still nothing but whiteness. You hear a voice in you head, at least you think it's in your head because you can't find the source of it, "Hello, you have been chosen." The deep and ominous voice says, " We called you here because we need your help. However before we tell you your mission you must pass the test." It pauses as a tall white door appears in front of you. you can see it because it is mildly less white then the surrounding area. "Enter this door and return on the other side and you will have proven yourself to be of use to us. Now enter or it shall enter you."
Behalda
The Real World, 1432 AC
You lay down on a bed of dry itchy hay. around you there are a number of candles burning and some herbs smouldering in a bowl give off an accrid smell. While you lay there enduring the ritual you reflect on the events that have brought you to this point. About four months ago you remember that you started to have some nightmares. They were little more then an unpleasant feeling while you dreamt. But as time went on they got worst and worst. You tried to drown the memory of those nightmares by killing wild animals and focusing on the tasks at hand. Regardless every night when you laid to bed, the visions would return; death, decay, fear, and darkness were always there t welcome you along with their herald the the white wolf. Every week they became worst and worst. Your heard people talking, saying that they had experienced the same thing as you. The shamans realized that this was evil coming from the Dreamworld and that they need someone to go and set it all straight. They chose you, the ferocious outcast, the misfit. In their eyes they figured if you died out there then their only worry would be disposing of a comatose body instead of a feral youngling.
The chanting continues and the smoke from the herbs is filling the room. You can feel your self falling from this world. Not metaphorically falling but the actual feeling of free fall. Darkness surrounds you and the chanting fades away...
The White, Year Unknown
As you open your eyes all you see around you is white light, blindingly white. You literally cannot see anything but pure whiteness. You hear a voice in you head, at least you think it's in your head because you can't find the source of it, "Hello, you have been chosen." The deep and ominous voice says, " We called you here because we need your help. However before we tell you your mission you must pass the test." It pauses as a tall white door appears in front of you. you can see it because it is mildly less white then the surrounding area. "Enter this door and return on the other side and you will have proven yourself to be of use to us. Now enter or it shall enter you."
Zana
The White, Year Unknown
You lay there, eyes closed, remembering or trying to remember where you have been for the past few years. Everything is a blur all that you know is that you transported again. Transport has a tendency of blurring memories. You remember your master and what he told you or what you think that he told you. Actually you don't really remember what he told you but instead your remember you told you something. Something about balance. It probably wasn't very important and you figure that you might as well figure out where you are.
As you open your eyes all you see around you is white light, blindingly white. You literally cannot see anything but pure whiteness. You hear a voice in you head, at least you think it's in your head because you can't find the source of it, "Hello, you have been chosen." The deep and ominous voice says, " We called you here because we need your help. However before we tell you your mission you must pass the test." It pauses as a tall white door appears in front of you. you can see it because it is mildly less white then the surrounding area. "Enter this door and return on the other side and you will have proven yourself to be of use to us. Now enter or it shall enter you."
Althaduzin
The Real World, 1432 AC
The tower is as lonely as ever. You just finished your rutine 10 laps around the room and the usual red wheat poridge. You know its time to go back to the dreaming. You lay down on your bed in the usual position and drift away.
The Dreaming, Year your choice
Ahh, finally home. Around you is your world as you left it. Well almost as you left it. In the distance on top of a hill you see the White wolf. This is not the first time you see him. For the past four months or so the dreaming which you love to control as behaved strangely. Dark things has been showing their faces (well at least those that have faces). You would try to push those dark things away but every time you tried the white wolf would appear and fear, a fear like no other, would take over your heart. Freezing you in place. You could do little but stand there and witness the horror. Tonight you are decided to drive this wolf away. It has sone up more frequently lately and bringing darker things with it. However tonight it is not alone. On an other will stands a tall oak tree. This tree is unlike many trees because it is moving and it has a face and eyes. Suddenly it approaches you at lightning speed. It whispers to you "The Dark is here. Come with me you are Chosen. We must go." and with those words it swallows you whole into its trunk
The White, Year Unknown
As you open your eyes all you see around you is white light, blindingly white. You literally cannot see anything but pure whiteness. You hear a voice in you head, at least you think it's in your head because you can't find the source of it, "Hello, you have been chosen." The deep and ominous voice says, " We called you here because we need your help. However before we tell you your mission you must pass the test." It pauses as a tall white door appears in front of you. you can see it because it is mildly less white then the surrounding area. "Enter this door and return on the other side and you will have proven yourself to be of use to us. Now enter or it shall enter you."
Kryoni
The Real World, 1432 AC
Another has passed with your father trying to teach you the beauty and art behind a the dove tail joint but again the day ended in your father's frustration turning into ager telling you how he wished you were more like your cousins and took more interest in the family business. But little do you care because you are off to great adventures you are off to become Kryoni.
The White, Year Unknown
As you open your eyes all you see around you is white light, blindingly white. You literally cannot see anything but pure whiteness. You realize that this is not where you usually awake and start feeling rather uneasy. Looking down you see that you are as always Kryoni, Mighty Dragon Knight. You take another look around and there is still nothing but whiteness. You hear a voice in you head, at least you think it's in your head because you can't find the source of it, "Hello, you have been chosen." The deep and ominous voice says, " We called you here because we need your help. However before we tell you your mission you must pass the test." It pauses as a tall white door appears in front of you. you can see it because it is mildly less white then the surrounding area. "Enter this door and return on the other side and you will have proven yourself to be of use to us. Now enter or it shall enter you."