Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 27.991

==SETTING==
This night after speaking with Zal'Kazzir along the piers of Bildgewater (ie. slightly in the future) as Eranon lays his head down to be taken away into dream where he may hope to cleanse himself of this barbarism that abounds in this pirate place - Eranon's mind slips and images of memory mixed with ideals of hope and dispair merge to form... the dream of feys.  
:: ''('''NOTE''':  FYI - nothing "special" here, just describing Eranon having a dream similar to many other nights.)''



==DREAM==
''It is beneath the Elder Tree of great Caradul.  The blossoms drop from the trees like that which your northern blood-brothers speak of as "snowfall".  The white silks of pellets mix with pinks and yellows and blues - it is the most beautiful time of the year... It is spring.  A new day.  In a land that the horrors seemingly cannot touch.  <br> <br> She is undreamingly beautiful - the she of your visions first seeming as the Elder Tree with Queen Aradil looking down from her branches -  yet there is another she that roams your dreams...  Kess.  Valendil's wife.  An infatuation for which is forbidden.  She slinks in silks between and around the trees as a snake dancing around your heart... And with a whisp of her shadow-black raven hair, a sparkle twitters in her eye...  But so unlike Kess...  And a drape of blonde locks drops across her face.  Mi'Shun.  She is less the Captain of your Arrows in dream, taking the place of those that you love - this new... infatuation that you've found she has for you came at a surprise, yet is it unwanted?... <br> <br> She speaks...  yet it is not with her voice completely... Kess... the Whisperer... Aradil... Alamath... the Great Lady... she speaks... <br> ...her beautiful, peaceful voice calls to you as you drift deeper into her... their slumbering embrace... sleep...... dream... <br> <br>'' 
::  '''''“Eranon, my champion”'''''  she calls softly, her voice full of warmth and safety. <br> '''''"You and your companions walk with my grace, but there is another who shivers in the cold, waiting for the light"''''' <br> '''''"You must seek out and reunite the woman beloved of your dark-skinned companion, who also walks my paths, though he does not know it."''''' 

While the sweet voices of love and sorrow whisper an ancient elven tune so somber and sad men have yet to learn the words of such melancoly... A MAN... Elf-Kind.  Stands stark, watching you... Listening to the rapture of the speaking lady. His presense turns your stomach at the same time humbling you.  You know this wilder-man... he is a seer... Galeck, Craigth Galeck.  And he listens quietly in repose... as the whisper continues. <br> <br>  

:: '''''"He will save her, and she him, and together they walk with me, while apart their roads are uncertain"''''' <br> '''''"Show compassion and love, walk in my paths, and go with my blessings"''''' <br> '''''"Peace be with you Eranon, my child, and may your steps never falter."''''' <br> You feel a warm lingering feeling of safety as the Great Lady departs, leaving you peaceful and once again beneath the Elder Tree as the plooms snowfall. 

Yet with a last glance the elf - Lord Galeck... insane, even in this place of your mind stretches to extend his hand, formerly crossed in front of his shoulder hunched stance between the trees.  Following his finger to an area beneath the Elder Tree, you see what he fears... what you fear...  Avatar eyes lay at the ground.  <br> On the wind the Cult of the Witch laments a tune of forgiveness and at the same time hate for those corrupted. The tree of life does what it cannot do, it begins to rot. Every whispering tree in Erethor screaming. As giant, rotting roots of the Elder Tree tears the Temple of Truth in two. 

::  '''''"...shivering in the cold, waiting for the light..."''''' 




===NOTE===
Steve, you are welcome to ask questions and "interact" with your dream.  Imagine though, that it's like a dream you'd have in real life - hard to control and confusing at times.  You are NOT a seer like Durgaz, and this is NOT a "seer" dream that you've made happen.  Though this dream is unlike others you've had -  the voice of the Great Lady has never spoken to you like this in dream before with such directness....  Take it for what you will.  Perhaps it's a sign of help or wanting for help...  Perhaps its something else.  You can never be sure of anything.  But if Eranon is true and just, how can his dreams be any less?

Enjoy.
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 ::  '''''“Eranon, my champion”'''''  she calls softly, her voice full of warmth and safety. <br> '''''"You and your companions walk with my grace, but there is another who shivers in the cold, waiting for the light"''''' <br> '''''"You must seek out and reunite the woman beloved of your dark-skinned companion, who also walks my paths, though he does not know it."'''''
-==Eranon==
+While the sweet voices of love and sorrow whisper an ancient elven tune so somber and sad men have yet to learn the words of such melancoly... A MAN... Elf-Kind.  Stands stark, watching you... Listening to the rapture of the speaking lady. His presense turns your stomach at the same time humbling you.  You know this wilder-man... he is a seer... Galeck, Craigth Galeck.  And he listens quietly in repose... as the whisper continues. <br> <br>
-''Eranon shakes his head, not fully sure he understands.  He takes one step towards the lady, then stops''
-'''Eranon:''' "Do you mean Ahemia?  The legate?  Surely this is not who you mean.  She is an agent of the shadow.  She has no love for us, only Zal'Kazzir.  He is a fool to trust her.  Is this truely what you mean?  Please tell me it is another."
-==Dream "reply"==
-The message seems sparse and directed...  It does not waver, does not answer your question, yet it whispers again...
-::  ...she calls softly, her voice full of warmth and safety. <br> '''''"You and your companions walk with my grace, but there is another who shivers in the cold, waiting for the light"''''' <br> '''''"You must seek out and reunite the woman beloved of your dark-skinned companion, who also walks my paths, though he does not know it."'''''
-The message is unbroken, your heart must determine the ways of your mind's eye...
-==Dream==
-While the sweet voices of love and sorrow whisper an ancient elven tune so somber and sad men have yet to learn the words of such melancoly... A MAN... Elf-Kind.  Stands stark, watching you... Listening to the rapture of the speaking lady. His presense turns your stomach at the same time humbling you.  You know this wilder-man... he is a seer... Galeck, Craigth Galeck.  And he listens quietly in repose... as the whisper continues. <br> <br>
 :: '''''"He will save her, and she him, and together they walk with me, while apart their roads are uncertain"''''' <br> '''''"Show compassion and love, walk in my paths, and go with my blessings"''''' <br> '''''"Peace be with you Eranon, my child, and may your steps never falter."''''' <br> You feel a warm lingering feeling of safety as the Great Lady departs, leaving you peaceful and once again beneath the Elder Tree as the plooms snowfall.
-==Eranon==
-''Eranon looks towards the mad elf and steps back, afraid.  He hunches down, like an animal, his eyes flit from the lady to Galeck''
-'''Eranon:'''  "I will seek whoever you wish, and go wherever you will have me go."  ''Muttering a little'' "Compassion and love."  ''Then louder''  "I will, My Lady.  I will try to see with eyes unclouded, to walk with feet untangled.  May peace be mine if by such I may hear your voice clearer."
-==Dream "reply"==
-...again unbroken...
-:: '''''"He will save her, and she him, and together they walk with me, while apart their roads are uncertain"''''' <br> '''''"Show compassion and love, walk in my paths, and go with my blessings"'''''
-On the wind a phantom vulture call screams (echoing your recent encounter with the Vrok demon)... the sky turns ink black as you notice the rot infecting the tree, not from below but from within. Lord Galeck seems only to be waiting and thank the lady he's only watching the game -- someone other controlling it...
-==Dream==
 Yet with a last glance the elf - Lord Galeck... insane, even in this place of your mind stretches to extend his hand, formerly crossed in front of his shoulder hunched stance between the trees.  Following his finger to an area beneath the Elder Tree, you see what he fears... what you fear...  Avatar eyes lay at the ground.  <br> On the wind the Cult of the Witch laments a tune of forgiveness and at the same time hate for those corrupted. The tree of life does what it cannot do, it begins to rot. Every whispering tree in Erethor screaming. As giant, rotting roots of the Elder Tree tears the Temple of Truth in two.
 ::  '''''"...shivering in the cold, waiting for the light..."'''''
-==Eranon==
-''Eranon looks to Galeck, following his hand to its target.  He gasps''
-'''Eranon:'''  "What is this, why is this happening??  Tell me, Sage!!"
-''Eranon begins to weep''
-==Dream "reply"==
-...unbroken once more, the only answer given...
-:: '''''"He will save her, and she him, and together they walk with me, while apart their roads are uncertain"'''''
-Yet... this... this is true of the many couples it would seem...  as Eranon finds his dream mind repeating back to him that which the Odrendor, Durgaz has spoak...
-:: '''''"...the newly crowned Witch King speaks before a might assemblage of orcs, ogre, and shadow-beasts spawned in the breeding pits. The Witch Queen then declares humanity's time on Eredane finished and explains her plan to hunt them to extinction..."'''''
-:: '''''"He will save her, and she him, and together they walk with me, while apart their roads are uncertain"'''''
-What will you do...
-::  '''''“Eranon, my champion”'''''
-==Steve==
-'''OOC''' (When you say "Avatar eyes," is this literal, like Jazir's eyes, or am I missing a metaphor somewhere?)
-==Answer==
-Yes.  Literal... eyes!  However "Avatar Eyes" refers to some others... Not the Night Kings or Aradil herself.  Eye's that have been "plucked out" from the corrupted that may cause this...