A Bounty

[*Zilvai]

Darremar would likely stumble into the scene where the Sleepwalker is surrounded by the crew with a Mir that just found her way to the scene aswell, depending if Darremar even manages to get onboard.

[*silinrul357]

Again elsewhere

Another leather blue clad figure walked around the bazaar and the foul spirit. She did not have direction, at least to one who didn't know it. Her eyes were watching, and her ears listening. She'd only stay in a spot for a time long enough to overhear maybe a conversation or two, and then she would disappear once more into shadow, never letting the subject of her curiosity find her.

She, however had a clear goal: to find out more about the one Jezzara.

[*Light]

Darremar would immediately seek out sight of Mashanie or Mir in the immediate vicinity. Either way he would approach and take full stock of the situation and making all attempts to discern the intended path of the sleepwalker as swiftly as possible in the event that decisive action would be needed.

[*Azulfae]

A dark form hovers across a dark scape filled with orbs and coloured objects. Almost like a wraith the dark shape glistens throught the dark shadow planes of conciousness. It's form only highlighted by the coloured orbs it obsures in the darkness around it.

Slowly the chaotic conciousness glides to a halt and hovers over a single orb. The orb is filled with activity. This dream is old, unlike others in the dreamscape it has been drifting on for a long time, building size and weight. Such dreams are a different thing to the nightly activities of a normal sleeper. Such dreams are not those of one individual. Two red eyes look down from the darkness around it and peer inside.

So much goes on inside. Minds he knows and minds he doesn't all busy together. Out of the chaos comes a dark beastial hand with claws long and worn. It scratches a line down the edge of the orb. A sound like glass cutting screaches an echo from far away.

Slowly a wolf like face forms around the red eyes and draws in close to the scratch.

Inside the dream a fracture appears and dark clawed fingers clasp it's sides before pulling it wider. A shadowy form slips through and then becomes misty and white once within. He smooths the scratch over with his misty hands healing the damage and then dissipates like fog into the background of the dream.

[*Zilvai]

Jezzara would be walking from Bazaar to the Inn repeatedly. She orders the same thing over and over again too: Karasuthra Petal Salad with Arbier'Torilian Hazelnuts along with Fargul's Speciality Salad Sauce (That shi*'s famous). As Night approaches, she would head up to room two of the Inn to take to slumber. Should the Shady figure follow inside, she would notice various sinister symbols laying about. Likely wards. Going further may be dangerous. The next day would prove to be a rather unique day. Jezzara would meet a mysterious man, clad in a full Guvner attire though the keen eye would note that it would be a fraud, same for the badge. His face hosted a gray beard and similarly toned hair alongside thick eyebrows. The two would be murming. If close enough it would figure the man is an Assassin.

Meanwhilst in Zilvai's Dreamworld the storm calms. The group of Seven, One Zilvai and six Elements of her would be positioned in a circle, discussing a matter once again. They seem to be pondering on breaking out of the Dreamworld with force one way another amongst the risks of snapping awake so suddenly and the damages it cause to the soul. Further on they consider it a backup plan and last resort if anything. The Dreamworld itself is composed of a memory. The Ferine now having been extended to it's Maximum. Oddly enough though the known Castles have been restored and no more be the ruins they once were before the End Time. Should a venture to the Vampric Keep be taken, noteable things would be missing that were once offered to the respected god worshipped there.

[*Zilvai]

(*Bumps thread with IC post*)

The sleeper walker would do something rather unexpected after moments after being crowded and swarmed with people. She mumbles something in her sleep to those around her.

"Let me go..." She muttered and murmured. "I want to leave... Please."

[*silinrul357]

After taking some time to observe the one Jezzara, the black-skinned female with the black mask and golden blonde hair would simply smirk a bit to herself, then make a mad search (for whatever reason) to find some Neverwinter Mead from whoever sold it, hoping they had imports here, and then she for some inexplicable reason said when she got it, "ha. Firewine sucks."

She then disappeared back into the shadows. This time, she did not come back.

In reality, she was preparing. That time when Jezzara was leaving, the girl was 'dreaming.' There was opportunities there, ones not to be missed.

"An asleep princess. I wonder if they wake up with a kiss!"

She snickered to herself.

[*Light]

Darremar would firstly await the actions of the owners of the Alice before making any further moves. Especially considering that he was allowed access as a guest through the ring that Mir had given him earlier.

However, if the course of actions leaned in favor of allowing the sleepwalker her wish. He would move in to stand before the Sleepwalker.

((We really do need Mir's input before this goes forward. The actions above are directly contingent upon what happens.))

[*Zilvai]

((I'll just move this thread on, saying Silins stuff is happening a bit earlier.))

Jezzara would after a set amount of time head out of the room. A passive stare on her face but the moment she heads out the room a false, charismatic smile is adorned upon her likely as fake face. She turns on around, moving the key towards the door lock.

[*silinrul357]

Sleep until ready...

The shadows were in the room. She was patient, and waiting. Not always one of her strongest suits, but the woman in the blue armor had a lot at stake here. More than could be known. It was a defining moment for a lot of things in truth. Herself, her future, the future of her opponents, and the future of creator.
The last one made her snicker a bit in her mind. Snow-white-pigeon had a lot to answer when they finally met again. The dark-skinned, blue-leathered girl had many questions.

But for now there was the matter at hand.

There were two doors. With wardings of course. Wardings that had been taken care of, if a little extra dreams helped. They probably did. She'd not been completely honest to Jezzara about her nature of course, not when they first met. Any other person might have just seen another dark elf. This was something different.

She was a nightmare, Jezzara. Maybe, though, so was the blue one in a way.

"Or a really pleasant dream," She thought to herself with another Grin.

The door opened. Jezzara was out. She turned...

...the knife, charged with a special magic, dove fourth toward the heart as the blue-assassin stepped from the shadows.

Lightly as she did the act she said, "Maybe I'm a nightmare too. Or a dream. Whatever I am, you'll not be finishing your intentions. I guard her."