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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Greybar" data-source="post: 798088" data-attributes="member: 4938">Darkness Befalls the Light  - Arlissa's DreamWhile imprisoned as statues, the heroes had visions or dreams.  How or why they aren't entirely sure yet.---You are held, in the midst of your prayers, and the sounds of battle are now long past. Darkness is a heavy blanket drawn over your face, suffocating, warm, and binding. Your mind seems slow, your body a dull and distant ache that refuses to respond. But somewhere in the distance, in the backmost corners of your mind, there is a pin-prick, a glistening spark. The light is warm, familiar, and your soul takes strength from this. A dull thudding intrudes on your consciousness. Rhythmic, rising then falling, then rising faster still. Then it stops, and in the distance now intrudes voices, mumbled and tossed as they come to you, as if from around a mountain pass. Short clipped speech, with a hint of fear and anxiousness giving it energy. The rhythmic beat begins anew, stronger. The spark whispers to you with a voice of beauty, "The light shall not be lost, but only hidden in shadow to be rekindled when it is needed." A coolness intrudes, a creeping shadow. Fear itches at some deep prey-animal root of your mind. Quick, sharp cold pain, and darkness swallows the spark.Suffocating.Dark.Sleep comes like a sap on the back of the neck.</blockquote>