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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jairami" data-source="post: 104047" data-attributes="member: 1148">Byron and Tylette took turns watching over each others sleep as they slept the sleep of exhaustion.Frederick mumbled feverishly in his sleep.  In his dreams he stood on an endless black obsidian plain underneath turbulent yet silent black clouds.  A powerful presence washed over him and he fell to his knees of his own will, prostrating himself on the ground."MY SON. DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE WROUGHT THIS DAY?"Frederick didn't make a sound, whether in awe or abject terror not even he knew.  But he spoke not a word."WHEN YOU AWAKEN YOU WILL WANT TO SEE JUSTICE DONE. BUT YOU MUST STAY YOUR HAND IN THIS. FOR THE CREATURE THAT WAS YOUR FRIEND MAY NOW BE THE ONLY CHANCE YOU HAVE OF UNDOING WHAT HAS BEEN DONE."Still, Frederick made no move and issued forth no sound.  He lay upon the smooth ground trembling, a thousand emotions washing over him and yet he said nothing."VERY WELL. WAKE MY SON. BRING MY JUSTICE NOT TO YOUR ALLIES, BUT TO THE WORLD FOR THE ACTIONS YOU HAVE WROUGHT. BUT ALWAYS KNOW, I PLACE NOTHING BEFORE YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT CAPABLE OF HANDLING. BE STEADFAST."Frederick slowly allowed his eyes to open to the sound of rain.  Appropriate he felt.  Slowly rising he found everyone else asleep, and he began to weep.  Not for loss, or joy, revelation, or sorrow, but for the guilt he had lain upon himself.Girding himself in steel, Frederick pulled his emotions inside, forced them aside, and then locked them away.  He began his prayers without resignation, urgency, hope, or fear-only sheer determination.  His healing magicks did not fail him, and in time his sleeping compatriots' wounds were all but gone.  Frederick sat down to watch over them.Tylette and Collin were tossing fitfully about on the hard broken stones.  Khuuld slept peacefully and Byron slept like the dead.In his dreams Collin saw Sara, beautiful young Sara.  He had always had a crush on her, but what interest could she have in skinny, bookish Collin?  He saw her walking, he saw her speaking with friends, he saw her laughing, all from a distance.  He saw her die.Repeatedly.Tylette's dreams were different.  She had always been good at realizing when she was asleep and in a dream, and also good at remembering what it was she dreamt.  In this dream she had no such luxury, and if she had realized it for a dream, she would probably not wanted to remember it.  Strange images were held before her.  She walked a field of withered crops, flies buzzed above dead cattle.  She floated above the field as fire ravaged it and left it a charred waste.  She stood upon the cliffs she did not recognize and watched the storm tossed sea, and saw the air itself corrupt and billow forth in a noxious cloud from a strange twisting tower.She saw Khuuld lying face down in the muck with a young man bent over him, calling to him, lulling him, soothing him.  She saw the man look up and saw his stretched gaunt features, his grey pallored skin, and his sunken black eyes and she screamed.  Khuuld was looking at her with the same eyes.</blockquote>

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