The half orc is both shaken and fascinated by the dream, his mind reeling inder the vision's impact. He wakes, sweating and he looks around, his darkvision turning the surroundings into a world of greys. No black, no white.
So whom can he trust? Visions are a fickle some dreams might even be planted to manipulate him. Others can be true, warming of the powers or his own mind.
This conflict might consume them all, they might be ground to dust between the warring parties, both far from the ideals the faction represent.
Tyranny- it must be opposed. People shall live their lives under benevolent guidance, should be able to grow, to find their own way while working together with others to let society prosper in peace.
But who opposes this Tyranny here? He does not feel comfortable in helping them- and what guarantees does he have that he and his troops are not mere tools, that the same 'freedom fighters' will lash out against Harmonium 'oppression' as well?
He has his mission. And with this thought and remembering the calming teachings of both his chrch and factions he tries to find sleep again.
Sacrifice!
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*Krayt
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((Will roll please!))
The child screams out an ear shattering bray that makes the entire dreamscape quake. The errected impaled figues covered at the base of their poles with their hands over their heads.
Cian stried to out shout the strident child with a fierce warcry of his own rushing at him the two wrestled for the scepted with Cian pulling it up while the Child tore it downward none gaining superiority over the other the scepter remained in the middle between them as their plowed up deep furrows in the soil. The ground shaked at their steps.
There was something else. Something was very discontent with Hograths passive stance. His inaction was an affront to what ever it was watching or reaching out to him.
The child screams out an ear shattering bray that makes the entire dreamscape quake. The errected impaled figues covered at the base of their poles with their hands over their heads.
Cian stried to out shout the strident child with a fierce warcry of his own rushing at him the two wrestled for the scepted with Cian pulling it up while the Child tore it downward none gaining superiority over the other the scepter remained in the middle between them as their plowed up deep furrows in the soil. The ground shaked at their steps.
There was something else. Something was very discontent with Hograths passive stance. His inaction was an affront to what ever it was watching or reaching out to him.
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*Selebius
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He watched the scene unfold, watches the struggle between those twisted versions of the people he knows and perhaps he is not even aware of the other watching presence.
The sceptre.. he saw it before. Perhaps it is the focus of all this? Perhaps it is what must be destroyed to end this corrupting influence that tears the plane apart?
((Roll 4, modifier of 17 for a total of 21))
The sceptre.. he saw it before. Perhaps it is the focus of all this? Perhaps it is what must be destroyed to end this corrupting influence that tears the plane apart?
((Roll 4, modifier of 17 for a total of 21))
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*Krayt
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The imagery faded as did the clamour to the lulling calm he himself invoked only the golden scepted leamed forebodingly in the growing darkness. As a bursting cross of light it too vanished and there was only the stillness of his own unconscious mind.
He layed on his back. Everything is peaceful. The ceiling above him familiar. His celing, his couch, his house. The Candle lights lit the room in a warm cosy orange sheen. His wife sat in a chair by his side. And ther was something more, small hands at his side stirring him from his rest by rocking him back and forth as lightest laughter teemed in the rather large room.
He was roused soon, perhaps too soon. Some dreams you wish to never awake from and this surely could have lasted a littel longer but alas.
He kept feeling that rockig motion opening his eyes he see the child sitting at his side attepting to Wake him up. Cian stands above tne measure fully ready and packed. It was still dark and the moon had wandered far to the outskirts of the firmament and was ready to sink below the horizion. Crimson rays glowed faintly in the east.
"Wake up already. Time to go, time to go!" The child urged on eagerly.
Cian spoke spoke soon afterwards. "Any final orders before the long march Measure? The men will be ready within a hour."
He layed on his back. Everything is peaceful. The ceiling above him familiar. His celing, his couch, his house. The Candle lights lit the room in a warm cosy orange sheen. His wife sat in a chair by his side. And ther was something more, small hands at his side stirring him from his rest by rocking him back and forth as lightest laughter teemed in the rather large room.
He was roused soon, perhaps too soon. Some dreams you wish to never awake from and this surely could have lasted a littel longer but alas.
He kept feeling that rockig motion opening his eyes he see the child sitting at his side attepting to Wake him up. Cian stands above tne measure fully ready and packed. It was still dark and the moon had wandered far to the outskirts of the firmament and was ready to sink below the horizion. Crimson rays glowed faintly in the east.
"Wake up already. Time to go, time to go!" The child urged on eagerly.
Cian spoke spoke soon afterwards. "Any final orders before the long march Measure? The men will be ready within a hour."
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*Selebius
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The last images of the dream are mingling with reality and he sits up abruptly. His smile is a forced one and he sheds the blanket and sleeping bag slowly.
"We move as fast as we can. Take what supplies we can find, the scouts are to report and not to engange any hostiles they might find.
Lets get this done."
He is silent as he readies himself, trying to give a good example to his men but he cannot shake off the pictures of the dream completely.
"We move as fast as we can. Take what supplies we can find, the scouts are to report and not to engange any hostiles they might find.
Lets get this done."
He is silent as he readies himself, trying to give a good example to his men but he cannot shake off the pictures of the dream completely.