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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4318106" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Shattered Dreams: Part 2 – Dreams Revealed</strong></p><p></p><p>Each of them, as one, felt the steel of Fleshripper slamming through their heart. Each of them felt their heart burst under the pain, and then the quick sensation of falling, falling into death. </p><p></p><p>After a moment, they felt an icy grasp and suddenly, unnaturally, their souls were drawn into darkness, then swirling colors, then darkness again.</p><p></p><p>They were standing on a grassy hill, surrounded by a fog from which came strange shapes. Creatures from twisted imaginations fly through the air. The terrain formed and reshaped itself, flowing like water, while streams of water twisted and loop through the air itself, flowing upwards then back down again. </p><p></p><p>Everyone was left gasping from the experience. Only the dwarf and the elf stood resolute.</p><p></p><p>“What?” asked Beldin, looking around. “This is about one-tenth of the pain I experience every time my body dies and my soul is drawn to my shard.” He fingered the crystal shard that hung from an amulet around his neck.</p><p></p><p>“We’re in the Dreamheart,” said Ilmarė, looking around. “I’ve never been here before.”</p><p></p><p>“Because you didn’t have the magic to do so?” asked Dril.</p><p></p><p>“Because I do not sleep,” said Ilmarė. “And I see it’s not only the landscape that has changed.”</p><p></p><p>Vlad appeared as the hero he imagined himself to be. He was accoutered in shining full plate, filigreed with gold. He seemed nobler, stronger, more sure of himself.</p><p></p><p>Dril, on the other hand, was a creature of shadowy darkness. A black cloak billowed around him. Red eyes shone from beneath a deep hood.</p><p></p><p>“That’s about how I would imagine you two would look,” said Kham. “But the dwarf. Wow, Beldin. You must have some ego.”</p><p></p><p>Beldin’s change was the most dramatic. He was taller then them all; huge, muscular, handsome, and virile. His eyes blazed with silvery fire and his skin was golden. He was a god among men, an ancient titan of old, before the curse of Illiir brought the dwarves low.</p><p></p><p>Beldin gold skin turned slightly bronze on his cheeks. He was blushing. “This is who I truly am,” he said with a grimace. “It is a reminder of the glory that was before the Age of Man.”</p><p></p><p>“And you look exactly the same,” said Vlad to Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė shrugged. “Elven souls are unchanging across time. I am exactly who I wish to be, no more, no less.”</p><p></p><p>“What about me?” Kham fished out the stone Corinalous had given him, just to confirm they still had a way home. It was unchanged, firm and solid in a world where everything else seems mutable. He tried to catch his reflection in the stone, but the light kept shifting.</p><p></p><p>Everyone just stared at him.</p><p></p><p>Kham took his lenses off. “Are my pupils back?”</p><p></p><p>Vlad slowly nodded. </p><p></p><p>“Good.” Kham reflexively put his hand on the hilt of Fleshripper, only to discover it wasn’t with him. Of course it wasn’t! Kham chastised himself. He was so accustomed to the cursed blade’s presence that he felt naked without it.</p><p></p><p>He grinned at his companions with a mouth full of sharp teeth. “Let’s figure out how to end this curse, shall we?” And with that, he walked off in a random direction.</p><p></p><p>“Did you see…?” asked Vlad.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė nodded. “I know,” she said. “He looks like a ghoul.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4318106, member: 3285"] [b]Shattered Dreams: Part 2 – Dreams Revealed[/b] Each of them, as one, felt the steel of Fleshripper slamming through their heart. Each of them felt their heart burst under the pain, and then the quick sensation of falling, falling into death. After a moment, they felt an icy grasp and suddenly, unnaturally, their souls were drawn into darkness, then swirling colors, then darkness again. They were standing on a grassy hill, surrounded by a fog from which came strange shapes. Creatures from twisted imaginations fly through the air. The terrain formed and reshaped itself, flowing like water, while streams of water twisted and loop through the air itself, flowing upwards then back down again. Everyone was left gasping from the experience. Only the dwarf and the elf stood resolute. “What?” asked Beldin, looking around. “This is about one-tenth of the pain I experience every time my body dies and my soul is drawn to my shard.” He fingered the crystal shard that hung from an amulet around his neck. “We’re in the Dreamheart,” said Ilmarė, looking around. “I’ve never been here before.” “Because you didn’t have the magic to do so?” asked Dril. “Because I do not sleep,” said Ilmarė. “And I see it’s not only the landscape that has changed.” Vlad appeared as the hero he imagined himself to be. He was accoutered in shining full plate, filigreed with gold. He seemed nobler, stronger, more sure of himself. Dril, on the other hand, was a creature of shadowy darkness. A black cloak billowed around him. Red eyes shone from beneath a deep hood. “That’s about how I would imagine you two would look,” said Kham. “But the dwarf. Wow, Beldin. You must have some ego.” Beldin’s change was the most dramatic. He was taller then them all; huge, muscular, handsome, and virile. His eyes blazed with silvery fire and his skin was golden. He was a god among men, an ancient titan of old, before the curse of Illiir brought the dwarves low. Beldin gold skin turned slightly bronze on his cheeks. He was blushing. “This is who I truly am,” he said with a grimace. “It is a reminder of the glory that was before the Age of Man.” “And you look exactly the same,” said Vlad to Ilmarė. Ilmarė shrugged. “Elven souls are unchanging across time. I am exactly who I wish to be, no more, no less.” “What about me?” Kham fished out the stone Corinalous had given him, just to confirm they still had a way home. It was unchanged, firm and solid in a world where everything else seems mutable. He tried to catch his reflection in the stone, but the light kept shifting. Everyone just stared at him. Kham took his lenses off. “Are my pupils back?” Vlad slowly nodded. “Good.” Kham reflexively put his hand on the hilt of Fleshripper, only to discover it wasn’t with him. Of course it wasn’t! Kham chastised himself. He was so accustomed to the cursed blade’s presence that he felt naked without it. He grinned at his companions with a mouth full of sharp teeth. “Let’s figure out how to end this curse, shall we?” And with that, he walked off in a random direction. “Did you see…?” asked Vlad. Ilmarė nodded. “I know,” she said. “He looks like a ghoul.” [/QUOTE]
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