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Tolkien's World
Tolkien RPG
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The Land Between Wake and Dreamgahladriel's note: These two dream sequences are made by two different members. Since both are dreams and had happened almost at the same time, I decided to put them together in one page.
ElenluinElenluin tried to open his eyes, but he couldn’t, he tried to move his fingers, again, he couldn’t; He wanted to say something, to comfort Glorielin, who was so worried, to tell her that Enuvien would be ok, but he couldn’t speak. He seemed to fall, deeper and deeper, afraid he tried to resist, but then he realized that he wanted nothing more than get away from all feelings and thoughts and he stopped fighting. His fear disappeared and he surrendered to nothingness... Later he found himself sitting by a stream and at the other side he saw a large forest, with one tree that was taller than all the others. Flowers were growing in and around the slow-moving river. Then he heard someone sing from the other side:
And he knew where he was. He walked through the river and went straight to the forest. Whoever got lost in this strange land between Wake and Dream, wouldn’t want to return, unless someone could call them back... Poem from Walter De La Mare, "Under the Rose (Song of a Wanderer) CarisanBefore him stood a huge temple, golden gates adorned with a single eye. The sun did not shine on this foreboding portal, however, and the gold had a cold, dead quality to it. A man in a red robe stood beside the door, holding a large torch in his hands, waving it in circles, murmuring to himself. Soon, the door opened to reveal the ruins of a once glorious temple. An orc's skeleton hung from the rafters of the ceiling, while a human corpse lay in a cage hanging near to the long dead orc. A shudder ran through him. Carisan turned and suddenly became aware that he was much, much older than he looked. In his hands was a staff, plain oaken staff, but with a knotted end covered in strange runes. He looked at the red robed man with a burning hatred and raised the staff high. He said something softly, but powerfully, and pointed the staff. The man in the robes crumbled to the ground with a crunch as a stone from atop the temple landed directly on top of him. Carisan smiled and walked inside... He was in the temple, before the altar to the Lidless Eye. A long forgotten ritual knife lay rusting on the marble slab where the sacrifices were made, while the corpse of a human of some sort lay beside the altar with a large staff in his dead hands. He'd been dead for ages, but he was still slightly preserved by the evil power resting on the place. Carisan reached for the staff, but the burning heat radiating off of it stopped him from coming close enough to grab it, let alone touch it. He gasped at the overwhelming evil of it. He made a sign and murmured a word, and the staff melted into the floor like water into a sponge. He stared for a long while, then backed away from the gruesome corpse. He turned to see a terrifying sight: the red robed man standing, back broken obviously, glaring at him... Carisan's power was running out. The red robed man was powerful, but not so strong as to last as long as Carisan could, however. Both were weak, but Carisan felt he could still win. He forced himself to push all pain from his body and focus... He was in the basement of the temple. The red robed man was dead. He had to be: his beating heart was in Carisan's hands. The former rogue took the heart and placed it on the floor before him, then took his staff and shoved it through it. The organ was engulfed immediately in flame, burning bright green and orange, creeping up the staff slowly. Soon, the entire wooden shaft was burning, but Carisan felt no flame. He continued to focus on the heart, watching it turn completely to ash. When it had, he lifted the burning staff high above him and chanted three words. He immediately found himself in the highest turret of the temple... |
