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Changelog
02-09-2014, 12:15 PM
Dream #2 - A Dream of Twisted Arvandor
I was frozen, stiff as a statue. The light shining down through the thick canopy above was tinted an eerie green by the time it reached the forest floor due to the layers of foliage. The forest floor itself was covered in a thick, soft layer of moss, and a silence that clung like heavy webs. I could hear not a single sound. Before me stood Green Oak, but something was wrong. I watched horrified as his leaves wilted, withered, and eventually rotted off and dropped to the ground around himself. Then his bark began to fall away in hand-sized flakes, and sap oozed in rivulets to puddle at his feet. A raven flew from his upper branches and vanished from the edges of my vision just before what was left of Green Oak disintegrated in a heap of decay. Behind where he had stood I could now see a Black Stag, head lowered as if about to charge and gore with its wicked rack of antlers. The Raven returned to view at the opposite edge of my vision, as though it had flown a circle around me. It landed upon the head of the Black Stag and bent as though whispering in its ear. The stag raised up its head then, and raven took flight once more. As the Raven alighted upon the top brick of a vine-covered ruin, nearby the Black Stag turned about before springing off into the dense growth of the forest and disappearing. Looking to where the Raven perched, I could see runes carved into the stone of the ruin, but I could not quite make them out. They were blurred to my sight as if the air before them were shimmering from the heat of a blazing fire. The sun must have been setting, because everything turned dark, and then my dream ended and I awoke covered in a sheen of sweat.
I was frozen, stiff as a statue. The light shining down through the thick canopy above was tinted an eerie green by the time it reached the forest floor due to the layers of foliage. The forest floor itself was covered in a thick, soft layer of moss, and a silence that clung like heavy webs. I could hear not a single sound. Before me stood Green Oak, but something was wrong. I watched horrified as his leaves wilted, withered, and eventually rotted off and dropped to the ground around himself. Then his bark began to fall away in hand-sized flakes, and sap oozed in rivulets to puddle at his feet. A raven flew from his upper branches and vanished from the edges of my vision just before what was left of Green Oak disintegrated in a heap of decay. Behind where he had stood I could now see a Black Stag, head lowered as if about to charge and gore with its wicked rack of antlers. The Raven returned to view at the opposite edge of my vision, as though it had flown a circle around me. It landed upon the head of the Black Stag and bent as though whispering in its ear. The stag raised up its head then, and raven took flight once more. As the Raven alighted upon the top brick of a vine-covered ruin, nearby the Black Stag turned about before springing off into the dense growth of the forest and disappearing. Looking to where the Raven perched, I could see runes carved into the stone of the ruin, but I could not quite make them out. They were blurred to my sight as if the air before them were shimmering from the heat of a blazing fire. The sun must have been setting, because everything turned dark, and then my dream ended and I awoke covered in a sheen of sweat.