Jarod
Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal

Lei had a hard time believing this. How could knights die in the oubilette... The path back to town was not very difficult to trace back. Perhaps it was easier for him since he was used to living out in the woods with his family. Hearing of his art he glanced back at those terrifyingly detailed paintings. They made him feel sick in his stomach somehow, but of course he could not mention this to the artist. "Oh? Thats Lovely." He smiled at him warmly and looked over at one of the less morbid paintings sprouting with vibrant flowers.

"I just-" He hummed softly and shook his head. "Never mind." 

He smiled over at the Noble knight and nodded. "I am looking forward to having you as company Sir. Malpertuis."
Ronald
Iago Malpertuis | The mount Sempiternal

Seeing how Linas was taking aback by the grim imagery, Iago felt the need to explain himself.

"Please, do not force yourself to watch on my account. I take no disrespect on criticism. I know better than anyone how my art is, in a way, haunted. But I cannot resist the call to lay my feelings on the canvas. Deep down, all my paintings are the same: an attempt to capture the essence of the visions I first had during my trials. Oh, those dreams..."
Jarod
Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal

Hearing of these dreams he had mentioned easily piqued the young meister's interest. He himself could still recall the terrifying dreams he experienced the night before visiting the Oubilette. He couldnt help but ask, "Dreams? May I ask what you saw?"

 He looked around at the different paintings that decorated the house, wondering if any matched those he had seen that night.
Ronald
```Iago Malpertuis | The mount sempiternal```

The knight ran two fingers trough his short beard with a pensive expression.

"I know what you're thinking, but no. My paintings are purely allegorical. I had many dreams... Although dreams would be the wrong word. Visions, nightmares even. Most of them I do not remember, but they all shared a message: an unbroken thread of distant echoes from times that are yet to come, or that never will.

*I glimpsed at a future crowned in chains, where all beauty was sin and shame was the highest virtue.
I saw knights in dark armor defile the Keep Sempiternal in the Pantheon's name: iconoclasts tearing asunder the past glories of House de Lysse in the name of penance.
I remember standing before a mirror, surrounded by my dead brothers-in-arms, afraid to gaze at my own reflection.*

I defied that dream of course. Most would say it was nothing more than thirst-induced delirium, but I chose to see it as a message given to me by Emin. Perhaps as inspiration, perhaps as a warning. Whichever, the reason, the art you see before you is my own small contribution towards ensuring that such a future never comes to pass."

Malpertuis caressed the canvas of the painting with the corpse and the flowers, then turned back to face Linas once more.

"What do you dream of, meister?" He asked.
Jarod
Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal

He sighed softly and rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes glanced down towards the floor. "Well... It was strange. There were a mix of things I saw. Something about a demon with a silver face, the betrayal of siblings, and a crying mother with her son. The dreams were a mess, I am uncertain if there was any story meant to be portrayed in it, but, the most notable thing was this woman.. She was crying tears of blood, much like all those small dolls that were scattered inside the Oubilette when we arrived." He shook his head. "It is probably just a coincidence." He smiled slightly, trying to convince himself that these dreams likely meant nothing.
Ronald
Iago Malpertuis | the mount sempiternal

"Eh," Iago took a bottle and a pair of chalices from a cupboard. "People in the Keep Sempiternal are known for having weird dreams. Lord Cyprien's daughter, lady Fleur, is particualarly afflicted by them. Others, such as his wife the Silverwrought, fancy themselves seers and scryers. All fools if you as me. They've never been to the forest. They don't know what prophecy really tastes like."
Jarod
Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal

Lei tilted his head at the older man, curious about what he meant by this. He found it odd that he began havingn night terrors once he stayed over at the Oubilette. Such dreams were very rare for him to experience. The thought of these dreams meaning something kept buzzing in the back of his mind. 

"Prophecy? What do you mean Sir Lago?"
Ronald
Iago Malpertuis | the cabin on the cliff

"Exactly what I said: that they think themselves augurs and fortune tellers, but they are not. You'll find that unlike my art, my words rarely carry hidden meanings."
Jarod
Lei Linas | The mount Sempiternal

"Hmm that might explain the figurines in the Oubilette then... Looked a lot like witchcraft to me..." He sighed softly and crossed his arms. "I've seen some things like those before and if those dolls do have anything to do witchcraft I say we burn them. I'd like to avoid seeing any more demons in my dreams."
Ronald
```Lucien Verne & iago Malpertuis | the cabin on the cliff```

"Well we got rid of them, so it's too late for that," A rasped voice echoed from the other side of the cabin's hall. It was the old man. "Better that way if you ask me. Those heathen icons gave me the chills. More than the stupid skeleton that got those fools spooked, that's for sure. That tower was cursed"

Sir Iago was left confused.

"Surely you don't mean the tower by the waterfall," Replied the knight. "I was there yesterday. When lady Jeanne sent the workers to clean up the tower, I went with them. Even left some of my brushes there. Couldn't pass the opportunity to visit the Oubliette."