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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4334842" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Shattered Dreams: Part 6 – Dream Master</strong></p><p></p><p>As soon as Vlad and Beldin exited the arena, it was as if that place never existed. Instead, they walked through the door of a typical dwarven sitting room. A roaring fire burned in a stone fireplace, the smoke leaving through a chimney carved through the living rock. Though there was little floor space, the ceiling was high and vaulted, in typical dwarven fashion. </p><p></p><p>Sitting on a soft bed in one corner of the room was a burly red-haired dwarf, the same as the impostor in front of the cottage. His head lay in the lap of a female Nol Dappan dwarf, her form indistinct and shadowy; to one side stood a male Nol Dappan, equally indistinct. </p><p></p><p>Soft words, in male and female voices, murmured a constant stream of soft, soothing words. “You did the right thing. You have sought justice. You continue to seek justice. You have made us proud. Your legacy has lived on. You have done nothing but good.” </p><p></p><p>Kham, Dril and Ilmarė were already there. The shadowy figures on either side of him paid no attention to their arrival.</p><p></p><p>The eyes of the reclining dwarf focused upon Kham. He reluctantly sat up and looked at him with tired, sad eyes. “Who has disturbed Nubuto, creator of Divine Vengeance? Who dares interrupt my communion with my ancestors?” </p><p></p><p>“I’m here to stop the curse of Fleshripper,” said Kham. “Whatever you intended for the blade, it’s been twisted by a greater evil.”</p><p></p><p>”That’s ridiculous,” said Nubuto. “It was forged to defeat Reavers.”</p><p></p><p>“And it has,” said Beldin. “But like all weapons, it has killed far more than its fair share. You must stop this, Nubuto. As a dwarf, you know that this is wrong.”</p><p></p><p>Nubuto rubbed his forehead. “You’re confusing me with this nonsense.”</p><p></p><p>“It’s not nonsense,” said Vlad. “There are people stuck in this blade along with you, good and bad alike. All because of Fleshripper.”</p><p></p><p>“You mean Divine Vengeance.” Nubuto looked Kham up and down. “The blade has done this to you?”</p><p></p><p>Kham blinked. “What?”</p><p></p><p>With a great sigh Nubuto rose from his bed, stepping forward. "Give me the blade.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t have it…” said Kham. But then he realized it had been right there all along, hanging from his belt like an old friend. </p><p></p><p>"It is only a shadow of the original, but a shadow will be enough." Nubuto put out both hands.</p><p></p><p>The figures of Nubuto’s parents shimmered with rage as they moved between Nubuto and Kham. “No, son! You cannot do this!” his father cried. “Your quest! Your vengeance! You must be avenged!” </p><p></p><p>Kham struggled to take Fleshripper from its sheath. Sweat broke out on Kham’s forehead as he slowly drew the wicked, jagged edges from the sheath. It did not want to go. He didn’t want it tot go.</p><p></p><p>Nubuto shook his head. “I am dead. What need have the dead for vengeance?” </p><p></p><p>“What about us?” his mother shrieked. “Would you kill us as well?” </p><p></p><p>Nubuto looked at her for a long moment, then turned away. “You, also, are already dead.” </p><p></p><p>With a concentrated effort, Kham handed Nubuto Fleshripper. </p><p></p><p>Nubuto raised the blade…and snapped it across his knee as though it were a fragile stick. </p><p></p><p>There was a rushing sensation as the Dreamheart shattered all about them like a mirror, the pieces flowing away and leaving them once more in utter blackness. And in the blackness, Kham felt his soul, his life energy, begin to leak away into the void. </p><p></p><p>Kham reached into his pockets for the only thing that was real anymore. Then he crushed it.</p><p></p><p>The shattering of the gem was deafeningly loud in the utter silence, and the crushed fragments flickered and glowed in the complete blackness. The void around Kham lurched sickeningly, and for a brief moment he wondered if he had done the right thing. </p><p></p><p>There was a sudden pull on his side. It quickly became an insistent yank, followed by a blast of cold so strong his blood froze in his veins. Then the wind hits him; a cold gale filled with ice chips that strike him like a hail of needles. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t think we’re in Onara anymore,” said Ilmarė.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4334842, member: 3285"] [b]Shattered Dreams: Part 6 – Dream Master[/b] As soon as Vlad and Beldin exited the arena, it was as if that place never existed. Instead, they walked through the door of a typical dwarven sitting room. A roaring fire burned in a stone fireplace, the smoke leaving through a chimney carved through the living rock. Though there was little floor space, the ceiling was high and vaulted, in typical dwarven fashion. Sitting on a soft bed in one corner of the room was a burly red-haired dwarf, the same as the impostor in front of the cottage. His head lay in the lap of a female Nol Dappan dwarf, her form indistinct and shadowy; to one side stood a male Nol Dappan, equally indistinct. Soft words, in male and female voices, murmured a constant stream of soft, soothing words. “You did the right thing. You have sought justice. You continue to seek justice. You have made us proud. Your legacy has lived on. You have done nothing but good.” Kham, Dril and Ilmarė were already there. The shadowy figures on either side of him paid no attention to their arrival. The eyes of the reclining dwarf focused upon Kham. He reluctantly sat up and looked at him with tired, sad eyes. “Who has disturbed Nubuto, creator of Divine Vengeance? Who dares interrupt my communion with my ancestors?” “I’m here to stop the curse of Fleshripper,” said Kham. “Whatever you intended for the blade, it’s been twisted by a greater evil.” ”That’s ridiculous,” said Nubuto. “It was forged to defeat Reavers.” “And it has,” said Beldin. “But like all weapons, it has killed far more than its fair share. You must stop this, Nubuto. As a dwarf, you know that this is wrong.” Nubuto rubbed his forehead. “You’re confusing me with this nonsense.” “It’s not nonsense,” said Vlad. “There are people stuck in this blade along with you, good and bad alike. All because of Fleshripper.” “You mean Divine Vengeance.” Nubuto looked Kham up and down. “The blade has done this to you?” Kham blinked. “What?” With a great sigh Nubuto rose from his bed, stepping forward. "Give me the blade.” “I don’t have it…” said Kham. But then he realized it had been right there all along, hanging from his belt like an old friend. "It is only a shadow of the original, but a shadow will be enough." Nubuto put out both hands. The figures of Nubuto’s parents shimmered with rage as they moved between Nubuto and Kham. “No, son! You cannot do this!” his father cried. “Your quest! Your vengeance! You must be avenged!” Kham struggled to take Fleshripper from its sheath. Sweat broke out on Kham’s forehead as he slowly drew the wicked, jagged edges from the sheath. It did not want to go. He didn’t want it tot go. Nubuto shook his head. “I am dead. What need have the dead for vengeance?” “What about us?” his mother shrieked. “Would you kill us as well?” Nubuto looked at her for a long moment, then turned away. “You, also, are already dead.” With a concentrated effort, Kham handed Nubuto Fleshripper. Nubuto raised the blade…and snapped it across his knee as though it were a fragile stick. There was a rushing sensation as the Dreamheart shattered all about them like a mirror, the pieces flowing away and leaving them once more in utter blackness. And in the blackness, Kham felt his soul, his life energy, begin to leak away into the void. Kham reached into his pockets for the only thing that was real anymore. Then he crushed it. The shattering of the gem was deafeningly loud in the utter silence, and the crushed fragments flickered and glowed in the complete blackness. The void around Kham lurched sickeningly, and for a brief moment he wondered if he had done the right thing. There was a sudden pull on his side. It quickly became an insistent yank, followed by a blast of cold so strong his blood froze in his veins. Then the wind hits him; a cold gale filled with ice chips that strike him like a hail of needles. “I don’t think we’re in Onara anymore,” said Ilmarė. [/QUOTE]
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