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Message: <blockquote data-quote="colindownes" data-source="post: 2506451" data-attributes="member: 30062">AlgennisAlgennis had slept for a long, long time. It was the sleep of a slighted godling - and it had not been a restful one. The Twister of Forms begins to return to consciousness, slowly but surely. And it begins to touch the world outside its labyrinthian home.Something had changed in Algennis over the... how long had it been? Centuries? Millenia? Eons? It was impossible for the Lord of Flux to tell. Algennis had slept, but more importantly, Algennis had dreamed. Dreams are the raw stuff of change. Infinitely malleable and fluid, they were mana from heaven for the being that had cowered in the bowels of the labyrinth. It was in the realm of dreams that Algennis began its long delayed return to the Dream of Dreams, the Ever Dream.Here and there among the mortal pawns of the deities, the presence of Algennis is felt again. A disciple of Jo'Karr... what? Alexandra? Regardless, she reaches out for inspiration and touch something other than the comforting presence of her deity. A prospective student of magic answering the call of Endovior in his dreams is tempted by whispered promises of power, and follows stranger paths. Throughout the battleground of Ever Dream, the dreams of certain mortals are plagued (or blessed, depending on one's point of view) by churning torrents of shifting madness. Some of these individuals gather together, or gather others about them, into mystery cults. Each one is different - there are no common threads of doctrine or belief, save the touch of Algennis in their dreams.Algennis sleeps yet. But not for long.</blockquote>

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