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butterfly_sunrider) wrote2006-12-29 09:11 pm
butterfly_sunrider) wrote2006-12-29 09:11 pm
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18 Flamerule 1372 DR (Continued)
I dreamed a dream...a vision, really.
A beautiful woman with a warm smile and riding a unicorn appeared to me in the forest and led me to a crystal clear pool. She touched the pool with a slender finger and bade me to look into the water.
I saw...
My cousin Pandora, looking somewhat older, stumbling through unfamiliar brush and picking up a shiny brooch only to suddenly disappear.
A small human girl standing in the middle of a barren field. She raises her arms and crops spring from the ground. She walks and flowers grow where she steps.
Ralenthra, as she gets devoured by a giant red dragon.
A huge full moon behind the silhouetted figures of a large armored figure and a slight, petite figure.
That same full moon lowering into a huge desert until it disappears under the ground.
My cousin Isioleth facing down an archdevil in a magnificent city and joined by a male dwarf, a female drow, a paladin's ghost, a...tiefling and a...kobold in finery??!
A male elf wielding a great and terrible sword. He had a mark on the inside of his arm that looked like the one on my hip.
Rats...swarming around my feet.
Looking in a mirror and, instead of seeing myself, seeing a male drow coolly smiling back at me.
My dead cousin Unebrion sitting on a throne with a blue-skinned woman on his left and a heavily armored half-orc on his right. The woman turns to him and mouths the words "Lord of Harrowdale".
The boy, only he is a statue.
An unusual-looking drow woman drawing a gleaming bastard sword and a drow male by her side brandishing a double-bladed sword and facing down an army of driders.
A young male half-elf with black hair, almond-shaped green eyes, creamy skin and an oddly familiar smirk stopping a red-headed female tiefling from bashing a door in and instead unlocking it with a wave of his hand. The door opens and they are bathed in a golden light.
The woman with the warm smile touched the water again and the visions disappeared. She led me to a hollow tree and told me to go down the stairs inside. If I ever needed to see her again, I just had to go up the stairs in the tree. She kissed my forehead and said "All will be well and all will be well and all will be well."
I went down the stairs. Down, down, down and the vision ended.
It is dark and Ralenthra has not yet returned.
I shuddered. It is a great boon to receive a vision from one's Goddess. But it also means great responsibility. That, or I've gotta lay off the elven wine.
A beautiful woman with a warm smile and riding a unicorn appeared to me in the forest and led me to a crystal clear pool. She touched the pool with a slender finger and bade me to look into the water.
I saw...
My cousin Pandora, looking somewhat older, stumbling through unfamiliar brush and picking up a shiny brooch only to suddenly disappear.
A small human girl standing in the middle of a barren field. She raises her arms and crops spring from the ground. She walks and flowers grow where she steps.
Ralenthra, as she gets devoured by a giant red dragon.
A huge full moon behind the silhouetted figures of a large armored figure and a slight, petite figure.
That same full moon lowering into a huge desert until it disappears under the ground.
My cousin Isioleth facing down an archdevil in a magnificent city and joined by a male dwarf, a female drow, a paladin's ghost, a...tiefling and a...kobold in finery??!
A male elf wielding a great and terrible sword. He had a mark on the inside of his arm that looked like the one on my hip.
Rats...swarming around my feet.
Looking in a mirror and, instead of seeing myself, seeing a male drow coolly smiling back at me.
My dead cousin Unebrion sitting on a throne with a blue-skinned woman on his left and a heavily armored half-orc on his right. The woman turns to him and mouths the words "Lord of Harrowdale".
The boy, only he is a statue.
An unusual-looking drow woman drawing a gleaming bastard sword and a drow male by her side brandishing a double-bladed sword and facing down an army of driders.
A young male half-elf with black hair, almond-shaped green eyes, creamy skin and an oddly familiar smirk stopping a red-headed female tiefling from bashing a door in and instead unlocking it with a wave of his hand. The door opens and they are bathed in a golden light.
The woman with the warm smile touched the water again and the visions disappeared. She led me to a hollow tree and told me to go down the stairs inside. If I ever needed to see her again, I just had to go up the stairs in the tree. She kissed my forehead and said "All will be well and all will be well and all will be well."
I went down the stairs. Down, down, down and the vision ended.
It is dark and Ralenthra has not yet returned.
I shuddered. It is a great boon to receive a vision from one's Goddess. But it also means great responsibility. That, or I've gotta lay off the elven wine.