[IC] Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

[Cuccoruler]

Henry looked at the two and sighed. "You two need to try and separate yourselves a bit more." Henry said in reply to the hugging. "First love wears off, make it last instead." Henry added before turning around and holding his axe out. His way of traveling was far less dramatic compared to the others. He chopped his axe through the air, blowing away dust to reveal the doors again. This time he went for a white door and opened it. "Doesn't have to wake people up.. more is helpful." Henry said mumbling to himself about Runil pushing Bartuc out of the dream.

Upon entering the white door he found what seemed to be many dark elves in the area. This was apparently Kaathes dream. Henry saw what seemed to be young dark elves fighting. "Must be Kaathe." Henry said to himself before turning to see the real Kaathe there as well. "Having fun?" Henry asked him as he walked towards the older Kaathe.

[ShaggyDoo0]

Glodin let his surroundings sink in. His enemy cumbled before the might of his great war machine as it carves a path for the ground troops to advance freely. Glodin smiled before looking to his left to see Evelyn on a horse surrounded by the others, all prepared to attack. Glodin bowed slightly before speaking to his superior, "Knight-Commander Sunderland, what are your orders?"

Evelyn turned to the dwarf with a smile."We advance, and leave no whoreson left living. You deal with Krovah if he makes an appearance. The I will keep the dead god busy until you arrive with that hammer of yours. NOW MEN! CHARGE!" All the soldiers cheered and released battle cries as they charged forward with their comander and captains.

Glodin seemed to take a moment before joining them, as if wanting to remember this for years to come.

[Zelosse]

The white light glowed fiercely as Ruinil sent him from the dream. Likely the headstrong woman would find the others, if this wasn't an isolated.. thing. Bartuc fully expected to wake up somewhere in a templar stronghold and quickly found himself, not disappointed but surprised when he was shot out from the light into a warzone. Hordes of monsters swarmed what looked like Starguard keep and the Templars were out in full against them, with war machines. Creations of magic and runestones made by an unknown craftsman.
Someone elses dream?
The fight was on and for the moment that was the only thing that mattered. Bartuc would make a scene that could not be ignored and find someone he recognized. Both weapons came to his hand in a flash, their weight and feel were identical to those in the real world. Carnage all around, the sounds of battle all too close, he smiled. Ruinil could still be felt in his body, she was still 'close' physically and her emotions were a mixture at the moment. Bartucs had quickly gone from a profound happiness at seeing her unharmed to a burning eagerness to begin the fight.
"WAKE UP!" He roared into the crowd of charging bodies, his hammer struck an undead knight and exploded violently tossing away everyone within 10 feet. From the flames he leapt out, wreathed in his own fire, to repeat the process over and over with alarming results. Bartuc fully embraced the demonic side of Ruinils being as it changed him to match it once more. Crimson eyes and fanged teeth hid behind his helmet as newfound strength flowed through him.
A single sweep of his hammer crunched through the armor plating of an undead horror. The axe cleaved through multiple enemies with brutal efficiency even as his flames spread to the dry skin of more undead.
"THIS IS A DREAM! YOU MUST WAKE UP!" He crushed the skull of a demon into pulp and continued his rampage, even blades of templars had begun to attack him as the sinister being of the dream tried to expunge his presence.

@ShaggyDoo0

[OtomostheCrazy]

Kaathe had nothing better to do as he waited for eternity itself to end. He continued to watch his memories play out one after the other. He chuckled a bit every now and then, as he found his past mistakes laughable. In all honesty, he wished to go up to the child and personally tell his younger self to just give up on trying. He refrained from doing so. The dark elf still remembered how stubborn and headstrong he was as a child.

Probably for the best. I dread the thought of what type of idiot I could have possibly grown into.

All of a sudden, a sound caught the dark elf's attention. A sound that was never present in the memory that was currently playing out. It was the sound of a door opening. Kaathe turned to the source of the sound, and found someone approaching him. Someone that Kaathe certainly didn't make himself.

"It seems that spirit wants to mess with me now..."

Kaathe laughed quietly before standing up and walking away. As he did this, he spoke to what he thought was another spirit's prank.

"Do what you will, illusion. I don't care."

The Kaathe that Henry knew faded away. As soon as he did, the door behind the bear closed, and disappeared as well.

At this point in time, the memory's fight had ended. Thouhh it should have gone straight to the next memory, It did not. Instead, the dark elves parted ways, leaving their unfortunate oponent to literally crawl back home. The child managed to use a wall to help himself up, and began to walk away, pride cracked and damaged. The child stopped for a moment, when he saw the sight of something he felt should not have been there.

"Who...the hell are you?" asked the childin anger. "Who let an outsider in this town? Leave before I ki-"

The dark elf child couldn't finish his sentence, as he started coughing out blood. That last fight pretty much gave him some internal injuries. Still, the child glared at this stranger.

[Cuccoruler]

Henry & Kaathe

Henry looked at the child for a bit with great confusion. He had no idea what was going on. "They beat you up pretty bad huh?" Henry said looking at the kid even though he had just threatened to kill him. Henry was in human form, and while it would be easier to be in bear form, he rarely ever got a chance to use this form. "KAATHE!" Henry yelled out hoping the adult Kaathe would hear him. "It's Henry! Get out here you stubborn piece of crud!" Henry yelled.

The dark elf child was beginning to get pissed. Not only had this outsider showed up in a town that no one but dark elves had any business showing up in, but now he was simultaneously ignoring and insulting him!? The kid grit his teeth and clutched his fist. Though blood was seeping out of his wounds from theearlier fight, Kaathe mustered up some strength to stand, albeit weakly.

"What did you call me, outsider? Are you trying to piss me off!?"

Henry looked over at the kid a bit confused. "Oh I see." Henry said looking down at the kid. "So your the younger version of Kaathe huh?" Henry said looking down a the kid. He had no problem with messing up events. Though insulting people was not his fortei as seen earlier. Henry turned away from the kid looking around the area, he had no intention of messing with him truth be told.

"Where am I gonna find the older Kaathe?" Henry said looking around the area. He started to walk off to start searching for him. "I need to get to Cythlla, who knows what hell that poor girl is going through." Henry said scratching the back of his head.

This person...This guy was just ignoring him! Kaathe was speechless. His anger was rising, and whatever pride he had left after that last fight was beginning to call out for this person's blood. He had completely ignored the guy's earlier comments about his older self, dismissing those comments as just another way to confuse and anger the dark elf child. This person had just showed up out of nowhere, insulted him, and proceeded to ignore the child almost completely...

"Don't you dare ignore me, outsider..."

Kaathe waited a moment, and looked up, only to find the outsider scratching his head and muttering about someone else. Now fully angered, he bared his teeth, and pulled out a dagger as long of his arm from its sheath at his side. Using a lot of strength to force his damaged body to move, Kaathe charged at the outsider, yelling,

"STOP IGNORING ME, OUTSIDER!"

Henry didn't even see the dagger coming at him. He was stabbed in the leg before he even knew it. "Really?!?!" Henry asked frustrated at the child Kaathe. "Common don't make this harder than it already is kid." Henry said. At this point a light started to emit from his chest. Soon enough though Henries human body disappeared. Then reappearing was that of his bear form. He roared at the child with all his might.

Henry was not pleased with being stabbed, and at this point the bear attatched to his spirit was starting to surface. Henry was angry and had lost a bit of control. He ran at the child trying to maul the kid in the chest. Henry was out for blood now.

Kaathe was momentarily stunned with surprise. It wasn't the strangest thing he had seen, but it was a first, nonetheless. The outsider, that had looked human, had just transformed into a bear. Some questions were hastily rishing through his mind as the bear closed the distance between them. Did one of those others summon a demon to finish him off? Did Kaathe himself summon it and is now facing the repercussion? Was this another test of survival, set up because he kept losing in every fight he's been in since his return from the hellish islands?

Kaathe shook his head. He had a beast to fight, and questions were just getting in the way. The Templar Knight Kaathe would have faced someone like henry in a defensive way, waiting for his opponent to attack, and countering when he found an opening. Kid Kaathe, on the other hand was brash and foolish. Instead of doing something sensible, he charged right toward the bear, dagger positioned in front of his chest. The kid was trying to use his own agility to cut up the bear.

His effort was rewarded by a slip-up that ended with the dark elf child being bashed onto the ground by the greater force that Henry's size, strength, and momentum provided.

Henry roared at the kid. He was still in a rage and was willing to kill kid Kaathe. He aimed a claw strike at Kaathes chest he no longer cared who his oppent was, it was kill or be killed to him. Unless something was done to stop him Kid Kaathe would die at the paws of Henry.

"That's enough, Henry." said Kaathe the Templar Knight.

The dark elf's voice was a bit more stern than one would expect from him. Kaathe reappeared, spear in hand. He was annoyed. The illusion of his fellow knight was causing a lot of ruckus that even got on Kaathe's nerves. Then again, he may have to blame himself for that...or rather, his younger self. He remembered being a headstrong fool, always getting into fights without thinking. Training so much, just to get his place in dark elf society. There was little doubt that this memory of his set the bear off.

"Who are-!" began the child.

"Quiet. Sleep."

The child instantly collapsed into unconsciousness.

"Seems that I actuallly do have some power in this afterlife..." Kaathe looked back to Henry. "Will you calm down, Henry? Or will I have to give Cythlla a Stuffed Teddy Bear to replace you?"

Henry calmed down when he heard his name. His body disappeared again and he reappeared as his human form again. "Sorry about that. The bear takes over when I get hurt like that unexpectadly." Henry answered back and looked back at Kaathe. "I should have showed up in my bear form I guess, but the option of being a human again is too good to pass up." Henry explained without even being asked.

"So you think this is the afterlife huh? Seems pretty boring." Henry added looking around at the area they were in again. "Anyways, this isn't, we all got stuck in dreams. I'm just here to get you out. Hoping you could help with Cythlla, Kinda worried she may end up in some horrid nightmare." Henry added looking at the adult Kaathe. "So tell me, do you think this is the afterlife still?" Henry asked finally.

Kaathe closed his eyes, and thought for a moment.

"If it is the afterlife, then it must be a hell for me...or maybe a heaven in some perspective i could care less about. If this is a dream, then I could care less about what I do here."

Kaathe opens his eyes again.

"Honestly, I don't care. Whatever happens, will happen. So...fine. I'll help you."

Henry smiled at Kaathe. "Good then! We should get going to the next one." Henry said with a smile. He turned making a door appear again by slashing the air. He then entered the door.

[TheDarkTemplar]

The sun was shining yet the world seemed strangely dark, all colors appeared bleached and faded. As Evelyn stood at the center of the castle training yard she took a few practice swings with her sword while at the same time shooting harmless bolts of lightening into the air. A brief moment of this passed before her instructor arrived, Master Oeric, the captain of the guard at Dustorne Castle. Oeric wore his usual stern face as he entered the training yard. "I hope you're ready for today's lessons", he said as he drew his sword, dulled of course. Evelyn took her stance and with a mocking tone she replied, "I was about to ask you the same", the two circled eachother, eyeing their footwork before Evelyn took the first strike. Swinging down towards the left she wielded her sword with both arms, a style she abandoned upon joining the order. Oeric blocked, pushing back her blade before moving in to counter attack. Evelyn stumbled back as she impact of their swords bounced back at her. Quickly regaining her footing she barely managed to avoid her mentor's swing with it missing her head by mere inches. "You're leaving yourself open to attack, reposition yourself faster because your enemy won't allow you to", Oeric spoke as he came in again for another attack. This time, Evelyn parried his attacked and followed up with a lunge swipe, Oeric stepped back to avoid the strike but was unaware of the gravel pathway behind him. Stepping back, his foot slipped and he fell on his back, Evelyn stood over her mentor with her sword aimed at his chest.

"Looks like I win, today", she said with a smug look on her face. Oeric, however, smirked before knocking her blade to the left and sweeping her legs to the right. Evelyn tumbled over and looked up to see Oeric getting up to claim victory. Not about to surrender, she rolled towards her sword, grabbing it as she rolled closer to her teacher before moving to intercept him from standing up. Evelyn caught Oeric as he was crouched over, her blade resting on his shoulders as she grinned once again, "Now I win".

[Ace of flames01]

The light faded once more, revealing a castle courtyard and the sounds of combat could be heard nearby. Ruinil neared the clashing sounds of steel but was momentarily distracted when she had caught a glimpse of what seemed to be her

reflection

in a window. She was surprised to see that rather looking her normal age, she looked that of her days of when she was a youth. However, this was short lived, as she was startled by a sudden loud clang from a sword.

Upon finding the source of the noise, she found a girl, roughly her age, standing over an elderly man, a sword pointed at him. The battle had concluded and the youth had been victorious, as she held a look of pride on her face. It didn't take long for Ruinil to figure out who's dream she was in.

Ruinil patiently waited for the lesson to conclude. After the elder had retired for the day, Ruinil came out from her hiding place and cautiously approached the younger version of Evelyn. "Excuse me but you are Evelyn Sunderland, are you not? Pardon the informalities but we are running out of time. I have a request that I need you fulfill if what is remaining of the Order, is to survive. Evelyn you must wake up. This is not real. This is all one big dream. You need to wake up." Ruinil replied, her tone was solemn and sincere. However, even though Ruinil herself knew that this was a dream, she knew that what she said sounded far fetched. Her only hope was that, Ruinil would believe her and come with her willingly.

[TheDarkTemplar]

Oeric looked up at his pupil with pride as he rose from the ground. "You're improving, soon we'll have to put you up against a tougher opponent", he said as he put away his sword on the rack. Evelyn smiled as she thought of the day she might become a dragon slayer, slaying the savage beats and plundering their treasure hoards. "Perhaps the next time you go wyvern hunting, I could go as well?", she asked as she created a bolt of lighting to jump across her hand. "I'd say yes but knowing your father he'd disagree, can't risk losing the Wardeness can he?", Oeric and Evelyn continued their little chat for a few minutes more before the guard captain returned to his duties, leaving Evelyn to herself in the yard. "Wel this was a fine start to the day", she said to herself as she stood in the yard practicing her form.

Suddenly she heard the landing of feet upon the gravel path behind her. With a swift spin she turned to face the stalker only to find it was a girl about her same age. Lowering her sword, Evelyn was about to ask who she ws but the girl did not wait. At first, Evelyn assumed Ruinil to be one of the commonfolk come to speak to her father, but as Ruinil continued to speak, it became clear that something was strange. "What do you mean this is a dream? I awoke this morning, I tasted breakfast and felt myself hit the ground during practice. How can any of this be a dream?...are you alright, friend?", Evelyn had a look of concern on her face as she eyed Ruinil. Was this girl mad? Was she right and that this really was a dream? Evelyn took a step back in case things grew out of hand.

[Ace of flames01]

"I am quite sane I assure you. However, if you do not believe me," she replied glancing at Evelyn's sword, "try to slay me. Cut me down as many times as you desire; I will not die. However... If you still do not believe me and refuse my challenge... I will give you a reason to kill me. Take a very good, long look at my eyes." She looked Evelyn dead in the eyes and pulled her hair back to reveal the silver earring seals. Her crimson eyes glowed brightly like a wild fire.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently and walls of rock jutted up from the ground, surrounding the clearing. Nothing was getting in or out, Ruinil made sure of that.

"You see? I'm a demon. A monster in elven flesh. But fear not, friend. I shall not kill you right away. I will slowly and painfully tear your soul from your body and savor your screams until everything stops." Ruinil replied, wearing a twisted, toothy smile that revealed a pair of sharp fangs. "Now kill me! That is... if you can!"

With that said, Ruinil charged with a blinding speed. As her frightened opponent went on the offensive, Ruinil did not dare dodge and was impaled, straight through the heart by Evelyn's sword. Ruinil's scream sounded like a dying animal, but her screams quickly turned into a twisted laughter. Though, she was supposed to be dead, she was clearly still standing. Ruinil grabbed the blade of the sword and pulled it out of her chest, not a single drop of blood was spilled from her body. "You see? This is all just a dream. You cannot kill me. However, feel free to trying if you are so inclined." Ruinil replied, her crazed smile did not once leave her face.

[Cuccoruler]

When Henry opened the door he found what seemed to be Landeel and a woman from as well. Though he had no idea who she was. "So what's going on here?" Henry asked just walking in as if he owned the place. He knew that it wasn't real, so there was no real need to acknowledge the illusions. "Seems like your having a pleasant dream from the looks of things." Henry added as he took another step towards Landeel. Again it would be hard to recognize who Henry was if it wasn't for his voice.

Cythlla in the meantime was having the time of her life. Everyone was praising her for her heroics, they no longer cared that she was a necromancer. Infact some were thankful to her for this. She wouldn't want to leave this dream, at least not without a good amount of prying. Cythlla was brought into a dining hall later with a feast waiting for her. And best of all was that there were sweet rolls. The tastiest, and delicious Sweet Rolls in all the land. Henry was there too, still as a bear but he was there. A few children were climbing all over him and hugging him. A few even rubbing his belly at times. It was great for this version of Henry. No one was afraid of him, they loved him. Though he could be human again, this was still a great life.

[Zetsuko]

The memories continued, carrying on past the room to some of Landeel's early days with the order. A sparring match, two on two, he had entered the ring with Khana, He always wondered wondered why the other templars seemed more impressed than they should have been, now he knew, he fought that match alone. He watched as if he was one of the spectators as he fought two other initiates on his own. The memory faded out as the match was ending as he was drawn back into the dream by the someone's voice.

He was back in the burning encampment, know on his hands and knees panting. His sister's body disappeared, he knew she was gone now, but everything else was the same and the specter was still there cursing at him. He stood up and looked at where his sister's body was before finally becoming aware of Henry and what he said. "you...you call this pleasant? you call finding that the one thing you ever had left to lose had been torn from you long ago? that the last thing you lived for was a lie concocted by your own traitorous mind?!?!" he turned around, he didn't actually recognize Henry, neither by voice nor by sight, though it didn't matter who was infront of him now. He shook his head and looked around frantically "N-No, it couldn't be, she'd been beside me most of my life, it...it must be this nightmare, messing with my head" His hands went up to his head. His mind was teetering between a grim realization of the truth and denial of it.

[OtomostheCrazy]

This must've been a dream. A man appeared out of nowhere, is replaced by Cythlla's bear in a moment, and then transforms into the man that appeared. Or maybe Kaathe's mind had splintered from the sheer boredom, and his afterlife was simply tricking him into living out this new scenario. Either way, Kaathe had already begun following this person. He might as well see it through to the end.

Soon he found himself in a burning camp. Death all around, and the staining scent of smoke making itself known. Nearby was the Human Henry -or at least that's what Kaathe had decided to recognize him as for now-, standing near the man known as Landeel. Kaathe walked up to him, and watched him descend into madness.

"Look at you...Why, you're positively touched in the head!"

Kaathe chuckled a bit. He had expected most of the Knights he knew to have some problem, but he didn't think that any of them would be this tied down to something. Kaathe looked down, and found the body of a woman.

"Ah. I see. Despairing over the death of a loved one. seems like you're more of a fool than I thought. You won't make it much farther if you let this chain you down."

The dark elf shook his head, and spoke to Henry, not caring if Landeel himself heard him.

"We should leave him. If he can do nothing but live in the Past, then let him die here and now. It'll give him less to worry about."

Kaathe closed his eyes to settle another chuckle that was rising.

"After all, that woman was fated to die, anyway. If he can't accept that, he may as well be dead too."

[ShaggyDoo0]

Glodin marched onward with the troops to Starguard castle only tp be met woth the sight of the demons already fighting something, or someone. As he rushed forward he was nearly knocked down by a demon flying back with an axe lodged in its head. Not a moment later did he see Bartuc leaping over some beasts to retrieve his axe. But this Bartuc was different, he had glowing red eyes that reminded the dwarf of the half elven lass Ruinil. "Aye Bartuc, I see you tasted the Elves honey! I'm proud of ya laddie!" Glodin shouted to his friend as he drew his hammer to assist, but he was halted by a voice behind him. A voice the same as the man infront of him.

"I have done nothing of the sort! She is an abomination and I would never touch her except with my blade! Bartuc's face was filled with disgust at the thought, until he noticed the other Bartuc with red eyes. "Is this some trick? If so I don't find it amusing!" He shouted before charging at Bartuc, weapons drawn.

[Cuccoruler]

Henry had entered the dream around the time where things seemed pretty pleasent, it wasn't until the memories changed that he realized how horrid it was. "Oh wow, I'm so sorry friend, I had no idea." Henry said watching as the memories seemed to go to hell.

Henry looked in a bit of shock after what Kaathe had just said. "Why in the world does she like you?" Henry asked himself under his breath as he rubbed his temples. It was secret he had been keeping for Cythlla, though he didn't mean for it to slip out. "As much as I hate to say this Landeel, Kaathe has a point. But there are times when it's important to be tied down. Don't let this hurt you Landeel, let it drive you instead." Henry said as he took a step towards Landeel.

"So tell me Landeel, do you want to get out of this dream? Or stay here and wallow in self pity." Henry asked as he opened another door. Though oddly enough, this one went into a room full of sweet rolls.

[Zetsuko]

Landeel struggled to get his breathing under control. The words from the other two, however harsh, were necessary. He managed to calm himself down. He let his arms fall to his sides and sighed. He can't lose himself to this, not now at least, it may take awhile for him to come to terms with it entirely but for now he would manage, and he knew what to focus on. He looked to the specter that had been taunting him. he muttered "I may not be able to claim vengeance on those that stole my sister from me, but by the gods i will break the one that silenced the echo of her memory" it was something.

He turned and scowled at Kaathe "if it will make you happy elf, I'll kill myself, but later. For now..." he looked at Henry "yes, i would like to get out of this wretched place. after you, I will follow." He gestured at the door that was opened, smirking behind his helmet as the sight of the sweetrolls brought fonder memories to bare, specifically one of a fat merchant, jiggling as he shouting at a guard about his stolen sweetrolls while he and his sister giggled from behind a few barrels with said sweetrolls. That was a grand day...He'll join her again in time.

[Zelosse]

Bartuc smiles as Glodin greeted him with a very accurate guess at his condition. The demons had fled, leaving the field about him scattered with dozens of the filthy creatures killed by his blades.
He clapped both weapons together and the flames that crept over his body doused.

"tis a fine dream, Glodin. Aye ive done more that sipped that enchantresses beauty. Became a part of the taste. But this," he gestured to the towering constructs, "this is a nightmare."

It was then he heard the foul tongue he knew all to well spouting its mouth. Distasteful words and harsh statements. Was that how Glodin saw him?
"when you wake up we're having a talk about him." He started to chuckle and was met with his own hammer striking him across the ribs, the signature fireball exploding on impact to launch the red eyed Bartuc a dozen feet or more, the dream version was already covering the distance to finish the job.
It Brough the axe up high and leaped the last few feet to drive it down hard in an attempt to finish the "impostor".
The crimson eyed Bartuc reacted quickly, smashing his own hammer across to knock the axe aside before following up with his own.
Evidently the Bartuc in this dream wasn't real as the blade missed the mark by an inch as it leaned back inhumanly fast. "Fuck me, you're a tough one," his right hook caught it on the side of the helmet with enough force to dent the helmet and stumble his foe.

[Snarfulblast]

The darkness closed around Karl again, opening his eyes coming to the realization that he had failed again. His knew something was wrong with him someone or thing had placed him under a spell to relive his horrible failure over and over again. All he was able to do now was fight and die until the spell was broken. "Gods dammit why? What did I do to deserve this? I only wanted to help people and fight for the light...... but now, now I've only got one thing left to do, I will fight until I die. No matter how many times I die no matter how many times I fail, my rage and hatred for these bastards will keep me going until I can no longer stand and fight." Karl draws his swords for the umpteenth time. Looking around the room he had awoke in his kicks down the door and cuts down the first cultist in the street he finds. Slowly becoming a whirlwind of steel and death Karl fights his way through the streets of the city killing cultists, daemons, and undead. Karl knew he was fighting a battle he couldn't win but he fought on with eyes that where no longer their normal hazel color they had turned blood red, and instead of his normal compassionate look Karl's face had turned into one of rage and hate. His eyes locked with that of one of The Dead Gods generals, that of Krovah's. "Come on you whoreson. My blades sing out for your blood, come face your death for it will be swift and painless." Charging forward Karl lashes out against this darkness as the last beacon of Light in a world controlled by evil and no matter how many times he would die he would fight until he could no longer fight.

[TheDarkTemplar]

It all happened so fast. Ruinil rushed towards Evelyn who could barely manage to bring up her guard. Before she was even aware of what happened, Ruinil was already stuck with her blade. The young Wardeness was in shock, her hands went weak on its grip of the sword as Ruinil tore it from her chest. Evelyn had been trained against people but not whatever Ruibil was. Evelyn stared into the eyes of the demon and for a moment she felt an overwhelming feeling of fear, anger, uncertainty, frustration, and sadness. These feelings came from something more than this half-ling's smile. Memories, or at least fragments of such, returned to Evelyn's mind. The heat of the fires upon the walls of Starguard, the pain from her exhaustion of her magicka reserves, and her sadness from hearing the unified screams of her undead brethren. Evelyn felt it all once more and she fell to her knees as a result. She was herself again, her mind no longer muddled by the constructor of this illusion, Evelyn rose back to her feet no longer as a child but as regular self. She stood in silence with a look of deep sorrow on her face, not so much for reliving those memories but for realizing this dream was nothing more than just that. "We must escape this place at once. If I suspect correctly, there is an even greater danger in the waking world", she said to Ruinil before looking around the training yard once more.

A moment later a door materialized in the middle of the yard, it was tall and dark grey with a black doorknob. "Hopefully the other's faired just as well as us", she said before opening the door and releasing the powerful rays of light behind it. Stepping inside, Evelyn was engulfed in the blinding light and taken to wherever this portal lead. With hope, it would release her from her sleep and slay this foul creature.

[OtomostheCrazy]

Kaathe knew that Henry would say something that basically said, 'let pain make you stronger.' Contrary to what people think, it was actually a fairly common phrase, spoken to those going through some sort of crisis. Still, the words must have some sort of power over others, since it seems to work a lot of the time. In any case, it seemed that Landeel had some wit about him yet. Though it earned the elf a glare from the man, at least Kaathe's words had some effect on him. To be completely honest, the dark elf was antagonizing him. It was supposedly a dream, after all.

Moving on, the three of them decided to leave this place. Henry opened another door. Immediately, the smell of sweet confections spread out from within. Kaathe had a sneaking suspicion that this one belonged to Cythlla. He assumed that this seemed to be the type of food she would like. By the sound of merriment coming from within, it was definitely a dream of sorts and not some sort of nightmare. Unless she hated sweets and joy. Hopefully that wasn't the case.

...Huh. Kaathe hadn't noticed it, but he had been thinking about Cythlla a lot lately. A lot more than everyone else, anyway. He wasn't sure why. She was just a girl. A powerful, dark necromancer of a girl, but still...He didn't understand why. For now, he'd have to push those thoughts aside, and focus on the task at hand. He turned to Henry and asked,

"Henry...Do you think this is where Cythlla is?"

[Cuccoruler]

Henry entered the room full of sweet rolls. It seemed to be everywhere. Soon enough he found Cythlla hanging out with a bear henry. "Cythlla it's time to go." Henry said as he approached her.

But to his surprise instead of running towards him to greet him, Cythlla just hugged the bear Henry tighter. "No, This place is too nice, I don't wanna leave." Cythlla said as she took a bite of a sweet roll as she spoke.

"No one is ridiculing me here, no one is threatening to enslave me again. Or even threatening to burn me." Cythlla said as she hugged Henry tighter. She was on the floor hugging the bear henry. The sounds of joy and cheers could be heard in another room. Cythlla was truly happy here. For once nothing was wrong. Though she was acting like a stubborn child.