Elizabeth
As Winrae raised to block Astalios's next blow, the prince would feel himself falling, almost as if the ground himself had given way. Falling into a deep blackness, Astalios would feel, hear or smell nothing for what could have been minutes or even hours. He simply wouldn't be able to tell. The blackness persisted and persisted, and a heavy feeling would begin to form in the prince's chest, until a faint light would form before him. A massive shadow seemed to stop the full light from reaching where the prince was at, and the sound of heavy and deep breathing could soon be heard and even felt. The prince would feel each exhale resonate in his chest, almost like a drum reverberating in his heart. Hot air from whatever or whoever was breathing seemed to blow onto the prince's face, and it smelled of death.

Mere seconds later, the prince would be sat on a throne. It wasn't a familiar place in the slightest, but easily recognizable as a throne room. People before him bowed, but were trembling and whimpering in fear. The world before him was in black and white, and as he breathed he would soon realize the heavy breathing was now coming from his own lungs. Astalios couldn't move or speak, but his body seemingly stood without his say. He was much taller than normal, it was obvious he easily stood quite a few more feet. The prince would feel heavier, and the feeling of power would surge through him. A feeling of complete control and a foreboding power over all who coward before him.

*The prince would even get a feeling of pride over the fear he had created..*

Yet again, the prince seemed to be pulled from wherever he was, darkness consumed his every sense once more. Astalios's feeling of power and control would drain, and all he'd be left with was an emptiness. A ringing would begin in the prince's ears, and a familiar voice seemed to reach out to him. "*Asta- os?!* Astalios?!" Soon, the darkness began to fade, and a blurry light reached the prince's eyes. As his visio

N cleared, a worried Winrae would be the first thing he'd see, followed by quite a few maids and servents crowded around in worry.
Heather
As Astalios came to swing at Winrae's knee, she instead chose to strike as well while he was open. Sure, he'd land his blow, *But so would she*. If he wanted to play dirty, there was no reason she shouldn't as well. Swinging high, she of course turned her blade so the flat part is what hit the prince's head, and hit it did. Slamming into the side of his helmet, Astalios's hammer would also make contact with the aasimar's knee, causing her to buckle beneath the impact. Wincing a bit, she raised her greatsword once more to block or strike, but was surprised to see the prince simply fall limp to the ground with a loud *Clang.* Her initial feeling was that of victory and pride, but it was quickly washed away by fear and worry.

"Astalios?! Astalios?!" Winrae shouted she dropped her greatsword to the ground, a loud clang emitting from its impact with the ground. Maids and servants ran over to assist, but Winrae kept them back. She hesitated to touch him, but she had to ensure he was okay. "Astalios, can you hear me?" She quickly removed his helmet..
Jo
*What was that noise? What ringing... He hadn't even remembered being hit by a blow. The last thing he remembered was starting his swing towards her knee, and all of a sudden, another nightmare, another vision from the gods themselves. He took a deep breath, shook his head to clear it. His eyes fluttered open and stayed open, taking in the scene around him.*

"That's 'your majesty' to you, Dame Kaliyah." *He joked weakly as he pulled himself up on one arm, then the other. The ringing in his ears was subsiding, and he managed to climb to his feet unsteadily.* "And don't you worry. I believe I was out before I hit the ground. The gods have chosen to play another joke on me as I was in mid-swing. Excellent swordplay, as always. But I think we may have to call this one a tie for the moment. I saw too much for it to be the result of a knock to the head I received..."

*The throne, the presence. The darkness that had swallowed him, the light that tried to reach. The world was in black and white. He had felt heavier. Power had coursed through his veins. But this was not the throne of Alynthi, no - it was someplace else, where he should not have been. Perhaps it was someone else's eyes that he deigned to look through.*

"I shall tell you about it shortly."
Heather
Winrae cracked a slight smile at the prince's jest, but helped him up nonetheless. Once she was sure he was safe to stand without help, she backed away slightly. "Visions in daylight..?" Winrae's worried look only grew more, and she removed her helmet and sat it on the hard ground. "My prince, perhaps we should have a healer come and look at you. While I may not have been what caused you to fall unconscious, you could have easily still gotten some injuries. I'd also not recommend much fighting if visions are now visiting you during the day." Winrae practically sounded like a worried mother, though to be fair *It was her job.* Gesturing for the servants that had surrounded them to shoo, Winrae leaned on her greatsword after picking it up.

"I pray this doesn't become commonplace, my lord." The paladin gripped the hilt of her greatsword tightly, and while not visible to anyone around her, Winrae placed a small boon over the prince. He'd feel a warmth, but nothing more, though knowing him he'd probably immediately recognize it as a dispel spell, one to ward off evil that may have latched itself onto the prince.
Jo
"The will of the gods apparently takes precedence over what time of day it is, or what I'm doing at the moment." *He chuckled, taking it in stride as well as he could. There was not much he could say beyond the obvious - that he was all right, that he could care less when they came, and that the days of ruling would not cease.*

"I'm all right." *He whispered to her after the small spell of warmth washed over him. He was touched that she was concerned enough to ward him, but worried that she might consider it a hallucination and not a vision. Dreams were one thing - insanity another. He was not an insane man, no matter how unlikely it was that he might have visions sent from on high.* "Don't worry about me. I shall be as I was in a few moments. And besides, I will not walk in fear of what might happen to me. Life goes on."

*He resumed his louder tone - and therefore the course of normal conversation.* "I can command the sea not to rise, but will it listen? No, I believe I simply have to go along for the journey, as it were, and adapt to the new state of things. As for a healer, I'm not injured. I do not require one."
Heather
"Prince Astalios, I have to protest. I insist you see a healer. You may have a concussion and not even know it." Winrae frowned, her glowing white eyes serious, just as her tone was. She was worried, as any other royal guard should be with a collapsing prince. She believed he had visions, but happening in broad daylight, not during dreams? What if he was out in a battle and she wasn't there, or perhaps he was attending something important with or for his parents. Perhaps Winrae would have to stick a bit closer to the prince for the foreseeable future. "If you're not going to see one, then allow me to cast minor healing at least." Winrae's frown turned into a slight glare, almost a challenge to argue with her more.

*Though, most of her looks and demeanor were a challenege.*
Jo
"Perhaps so. Cast your spell, Dame Kaliyah, and satisfy your conscience, but concussions are one thing. I have had a few before. Visions are another. No concussion has ever put me on a throne, out of my body, viewing someone else's life in vivid detail." *He frowned, looking down at the dented metal around her knee plating.*

"As a matter of fact, you should also perhaps heal yourself first. Your knee is a good piece of yourself to keep intact, and I would hate to be healed before the physician. There's no sense in refusing it, however, so lay your magic on me and let's be done with this debate." *A healing spell could do no harm, and anyone who refused would be a fool, but he did believe he had not had a concussion.

Perhaps Winrae did think he was unfit for command after all. It was a bother - the Aasimar probably thought he was some stupid boy, despite his being a warrior well into his thirties. He knew what he was doing.*