Event Log: April, Dream a Little Dream

[faileas]

Event Log: April, Dream a Little Dream (Of Me)

I. The Looking-Glass House These strange shared dreams are part and parcel of being Mirrorbound, nothing too unusual for those who entered this world through similar dreams and then a mirror. No doubt you've all experienced your share by now. Normally those dreams have something to say about the world, something to show Mirrorbound about their new temporary home, but this time... This time, it has something to show the Mirrorbound about each other, perhaps. The Looking-Glass House, from the outside, seems no different from how it looks in the waking world. Each cobblestone still glows as you step upon it, drawing your attention toward the entryway of the two-story cottage that sits at the edge of the Coven's courtyard. You can still wander the Coven grounds if you'd like, but nothing is different from how it will be when you wake, save the lack of bustling Witches and Monsters going about their business. Areas that are normally inaccessible are still inaccessible. Whatever secrets this dream may hold, they all lie within the hall of mirrors. Perhaps you haven't had reason to step into this building in some time, or maybe you're here often, checking for new arrivals. Maybe you only recently arrived here and the sight of these mirror-lined hallways is fresh in your mind. Something has changed, however... Many of the hundreds of mirrors on the walls remain the same: dull, dusty, undecorated, some cracked or broken. As lifeless as a mirror can get. Yours, if you seek it out, looks the same as it did to you on your arrival - the frame covered in reminders of your home, your life, the surface of it clear and shiny-new. But this time, in this dream, yours is not the only one you can see signs of life in. Other mirrors also have the clear, silvery glass within their frames that yours does, indicating a connection to someone currently in Aefenglom. Maybe you can pick out the mirrors of people you know by the few carvings in the frames you can pick out; the closer you are to someone, the more of their mirror's decoration you're able to see, though the frames of strangers' mirrors remain unadorned to your gaze. You might feel yourself compelled to lay your hand on one of these silvery-bright mirrors, and when you do, the glass ripples like movement on a still pond. Like water, it allows you entry to another time, another place, another world - or at least, the memory of such. Who knows what you'll witness there, something beautiful or something terrible, but you only have to slip back through the mirror into the Looking Glass House to end it.

Welcome to April's event log, Dream a Little Dream! This event is a little more 'make your own fun' than others (since we are not currently in a place to be able to run a plot-heavy event this month), so feel free to play with the dream mechanics generally as you will. The main things to keep in mind are: memories are from the character's point of view however you choose to interpret that; memories cannot be altered or show a character something they could not have witnessed; please be considerate when using other people's characters in a memory, and visitors cannot directly interact with people/NPCs within a memory. Interacting with creatures/environment of a memory is fine. Otherwise, have fun! As always, feel free to use this log or make your own, and direct event-related questions here.

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[wordsinthesoul]

[He can't blame the apprentice for losing some of his exuberance on seeing the full escort- it seems like a lot to Thancred; or else that whatever they're going towards is more dangerous than he took it to be. He walks after them, footsteps quiet from ingrained habit, waiting to see what reveals itself at the end of this.

He gives the stained glass windows a thoughtful look, before turning his attention to the people again.]. A test, then. [Given the name- presumably- and the hall- he imagines it can only be a harsh one. But when the surroundings change he makes a sound of surprise, wings opening slightly.

When the older Myr speaks he turns, head tilted to the side with a hum.] The places we grow up in take a certain kind of root in our hearts- even if we didn't expect them to do so. Speaking of… might I ask where this is?

[faithlikeaseed]

[It did seem excessive, did one not know the horror southern Thedas regarded mages with...and even knowing that, Myr's had cause to reflect on exactly how disproportionate it had been to send a full Templar squad for his younger self. Then again, it added to the mystery and terror of the whole ritual, and wasn't that the point of a Harrowing--not just to prove a mage out but also put the fear of the Maker into him?

How much folk from other world might be convinced of the rightness of that all by that argument... Ah, well. Myr ought to make a point of asking them, sometime.

Now's not that time, though. He lifts an ear as Thancred speaks, recognition of the Harpy's voice lending warmth to his smile. Even if their first meeting had been under very difficult circumstances--or maybe because it had been--he's still fond of the other fellow.]

This is the Fade--the realm of dreams, home to spirits and demons alike. Where every dreamer on Thedas returns when she sleeps, though only we mages were awake to it.

[He glances over at Thancred, taking in the feathers and wings with an appreciative look. Once you got over the horror of a Monster's transformations... ] That, over there, [he continues, pointing the way he'd been looking at the distant City,] is the Black City. The Maker's own golden residence, once, though the sins of evil men darkened it and He has since departed.

[wordsinthesoul]

[It certainly seems to do that, as far as Thancred can tell. It does seem a little much- but then, the War of the Magi saw the harnessing of immense powers for devastating ends. Small wonder it triggered a Calamity.

He does continue to think fondly of Myr, himself, finding himself smiling. Perhaps it's not such a bad thing to have wandered into his memory- though that will likely depend on what else they see.]

The realm of dreams? Hm- I seem to recall some theorising on such a place, although I fear I don't recall what came of it…. Doubtlessly it works quite differently, in any case. But in that case, then- I take it you can manipulate it to some extent?

[He ruffles his feathers, a little embarrassed, but pleased. There are benefits, it's true. Though- that catches a little more of Thancred's attention. The Maker… a deity, presumably.]. To another realm? Might I ask what happened?