The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)
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				Title: <strong>The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 00:21:09</strong>
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				Wieland was waiting behind his desk, shaped by the Treekind for him at the bequest of the old king Oberon. Before him, in the room with the Treekind desk, a large disk sat on a raised dais, cutting in to the ground as it slowly turned in place. They called it the Dreamgate. It was the only surviving gate created by the Promethean Man, and served as the tether to the mortal world of waking men and women. Normally, the gate would idly spin on its dais for Wieland.<br><br>Not this day. A great cacophony of noise hit Wieland's ears as the gate suddenly came to a stop, it's ten years speed dieing away. The glass of the Worldmirror appeared within the gate, and three people were visible beyond its glossy surface, slumbering in their rooms and beds, ignorant of their destiny as Dreamwalkers.<br><br>His heart fluttering, Wieland jumped in to action, grabbing his tools and rushing over to the gate, producing three silver orbs from his toolbox, placing them in the sockets along the gate that now flickered with light. As each orb was placed in its socket, one of the three sleeping humans flickered out of the mirror. When he had placed the final orb in place, and the final human disappeared from the mirror, the gate finally groaned as it began to turn again, faster and faster until the symbols blended and the mirror cracked.<br><br>Stepping back, Wielad, tall, shocking white hair, blue eyes, and serrated teeth, waited for the gate to slow to a halt. Walking up to the gate, he pulled the three orbs out of their sockets, before tossing them through the gate. As they passed through the horizon of the gate, the orbs quickly broke apart and the human it represented landed on the other side. <br><br>"Greetings! Welcome to the Dreaming!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>precious</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 16:17:26</strong>
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				Talk about a <em>rude</em> awakening.&nbsp; <br><br>Ripped from her sweet dreaming of a twilight palazzo set somewhere in another universe and a -very- foxy man dressed in some sort of silken concoction that was leaving precious little to the imagination was rough, but landing jerking and violently on the edge of the dais was damned near traumatic.&nbsp; She scrambles up to her bare feet, shocked and alarmed, panic mounting and adding to the confusion of her surroundings.&nbsp; Her feet had not found carpet, when she scrambled up, but rather something significantly less yielding and soft.&nbsp; <br><br>The first obvious question would be 'Where am I?', but the pair next to her appeared as if they would have absolutely no clue as to the answer to that line of thinking, either, and so she opted for a wide-eyed survey of her surroundings, which is when her gaze latches onto Wieland.&nbsp; It's near impossible for her lash-shrouded eyes to get any wider, but there they are, nearly the size of saucers.&nbsp; <br><br>"The Dreaming?"&nbsp; The voice is soft, nearly dusty, her first words uttered after sleep.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 01:18:30</strong>
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				(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/2879657259_6c18dafed0.jpg)<br><strong>This picture is accurate except she does not have piercings. </strong><br><br>Vyandra was having a most wonderful dream as she wandered about a darkened city able to control the shadows. The sensation of the cold embrace of the shadows was enough to make her smile and eagerly experiment with the powers she had. No shadow was beyond her control, although the bigger ones took a bit longer to manipulate. <br><br>Abruptly her silky deep brown eyes flashed open and she found herself in mid air for a moment then dumped onto hard ground the next. Groaning Vyandra rubbed her side and her butt. It was a most ungraceful landing, let alone one for a lady. After her mind got over the pain, although it was still present, suddenly adrenaline surged through her giving her the presence of mind to jump to her feet ignoring her pain and she looked around in shock at seeing the three other people. <br><br>Suddenly she realized she was damn near naked, only having on a very skimpy thong and a equally as skimpy bra. She loved to sleep nearly naked in bed, having only her soft comfortable lingerie on while she slept under her covers. Becoming self conscious in an instant she wrapped on arm over her chest and a hand flew to her crotch. She was covered, but the shock of being seen like this made her react as if she was naked. <em>Damnit... I wish I had clothing on.</em><br><br>A moment after she thought that thought, she was dressed in a beautiful black and purple outfit, and her hair was done up perfectly as she would do it any day of the week. Blinking in disbelief she took a step back, a yelp escaping her lips. <strong>What in the name of...?!</strong> Her arms were now held out as if touching her own body would harm them. Her eyes were glued to her body in utter shock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmo_ac</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 02:38:03</strong>
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				Adrian wasn't sure what he had been dreaming about. At least he was pretty damn sure it was a dream.&nbsp; It involved something about a giant caterpiller with eight large breasts and a huge hash pipe.&nbsp; Not one of his more normal dreams, that was for sure, but it was a dream, so who cared?&nbsp; <br><br>Then suddenly, it seemed like the world was turning inside out, like a small black hole had formed, and as much as he struggled, he was quickly pulled into the hole.&nbsp; And then almost as quickly as he was in it, he was out, landing on a hard floor.&nbsp; "The hell?"<br><br>Adrian looked around himself, spotting the man and the two women, one who was trying to cover herself.&nbsp; Her actions reminded Adrian himself that he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs which hugged every inch of his large manhood.&nbsp; Well, at least he wasn't sleeping naked tonight.&nbsp; But, was this some sort of dream as well?&nbsp; It had to be, as that was the only excuse that made any sense to him.&nbsp; "Whats going on here?"&nbsp; Dream or not, he was pretty sure he was here for a reason.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 03:02:15</strong>
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				Wieland sighed, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for his new charges to settle down. He was, frankly, surprised at the outcome. Normally, the Dreamwalkers were men. They simply had a penchant for entering the Dreaming. He had not had two women under his ward for many, many years.<br><br>"Yes, the Dreaming. It's where you are, sort of," Wieland explained, his blue eyes flicking to each of the three Walkers. They lingered on the female in her underdress, before he silently goaded her to reach out, plucking an outfit for her from the confines of her mind to cover her. "<em>Most</em> of your body is still in your beds, sound asleep. You're dreaming, in a sense, but your consciousness is fully awake for it."<br><br>Not pausing to wait for the questions every new Walker had, he continued. "You are very special. For whatever reasons, you are much more in tune with the primordial world that you find yourself in, which we call the Dreaming. It is a world that was formed through the dreams of the living, and home to all kinds of denizens. Frankly, I don't feel like giving you a history lesson, so let's just cut to the chase.<br><br>"You're my charges. I'll be your guide in the Dreaming, and will be helping you in any way I can. My name is Wieland. I'm an Elfkin," he said, pointing to his long, pointed ears. "You can thank Tolkien for these. That guy was an annoying braggart when he was here.<br><br>"Anyway, if you'll just come to my desk, I can get your names and give you your Tethers." Sitting back behind his desk, he snapped his fingers, three violet coloured pieces of parchment appearing on him, along with three quilt pens, each feather a different colour. "Please, this way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 03:10:23</strong>
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				Vyandra's eyes despite her shock at suddenly becoming clothed, snapped up to the man and watched him as he spoke. He held her as if she was enraptured. Her mind could barely comprehend what he was saying. <strong>I...I am still in a dream?</strong> She blinked but then realized that would make sense, now her clothing suddenly appearing wasn't so scary anymore. This dream felt so real though... Vyandra then answered her own question. <strong>Well I guess I am still dreaming. Guess thats why my clothing suddenly appeared. Man, this just feels so real.</strong> <br><br>Slowly she regarded the elf, looking at his pointy ears. They were interesting, but Vyandra liked shadows more. Elves were cool and all but nothing like the shadow. She was gaining courage the more she stood there, as her mind began realizing this was just a dream. <strong>What is that?</strong> She asked abruptly, pointing at the purple paper and quill like pens. Walking to the desk she folded her arms over her bosom and waited for an answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>precious</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 03:51:20</strong>
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				The relative calm of the pair next her seems to rub off on her, just a little.&nbsp; They were obviously not quite so perturbed as she, and so she began to feel perhaps a little sheepish.&nbsp; With the revelation that they were still sleeping, she began to feel a little better about the whole situation.&nbsp; A dream was just a dream, no matter how lucid, right?&nbsp; <br><br>She's dressed much more conservatively than the other two, currently swaddled in a knee-length, peacock blue satin nightdress with a modest neckline and a bit of ruffle at the hem.&nbsp; No shoes, but the grass looked soft enough.&nbsp; Wieland is moving away, and she jumps down from the dais to follow him, landing smoothly on flat feet.&nbsp; The desk is her current destination, and she stops just before it, eyeballing the parchment and quills that appear to have materialized out of nothing.&nbsp; <br><br>"What are we being tethered to?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 03:58:29</strong>
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				Vyandra looks to the other woman and nods. <strong>Good question.</strong> She then looked back to the elf. <strong>What are we being tethered to? Its not like making us pets is it? I don't want to be anyone's pet.</strong> Her sexual reference was clear but she genuinely was a bit worried, not understanding what the man meant by the word. For all she knew, this guy could control their dreams and make them all his bitches. Her mind began to run away with the fear but Vyandra was not a weak willed woman and clamped down on the fear, controlling it. She kept her expression calm as she waited for an answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 04:52:20</strong>
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				"Your mortal bodies. This world isn't without its dangers. If you perish here without your tether, your consciousness will perish, and your body will be left a vegetable. With a tether, in the unlikely event you experience enough shock that you would normally shut down, you'll be bared from the Dreaming and returned to your body. Sadly, though, it <em>is</em> a one way trip.<br><br>"So if you're done with the wild speculation, I'd like it if we got through this part of the process ASAP. King Oberon has requested a meeting with the newest Dreamwalkers, and I do not like to keep him waiting."
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 23:13:02</strong>
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				<strong>Hey, wild speculation is all we have to go on mister. What did you expect? Us to have perfect knowledge of how things work? Sorry to disappoint your oh so perfect view of us. We were brought here without our permission, and now you expect us not to speculate? Get a life man! You should know better.</strong> Vyandra glared at the elf for a moment before she calmed down and the glare disappeared. <strong>Come on, just go easy on us okay? Stuffiness and expectations for us will not help us get used to this place.</strong> Her tone was softer and kinder now, she didn't like being mean but she was not afraid to get snappy or defensive when needed.<br><br><strong>You still haven't answered my question. What is the purple paper? Some kind of contract? No?</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmo_ac</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 23:41:58</strong>
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				"Whoa, whoa, slow down."&nbsp; Adrian raised an eyebrow:&nbsp; He had heard a lot of tales in his life, but nothing like this.&nbsp; It seemed more like somethng he would read in a paperback novel and an actual reality.&nbsp; Reaching a hand down, he gave his arm a little pinch, as if it would confirm something.&nbsp; At the very least, it confirmed that pinching still hurt.&nbsp; <br><br>Adrian listened as the elf, as he called himself, continued to explain things without really explaining them fully.&nbsp; It seemed that they were expected to take him on his word.&nbsp; Of course, they really didn't seem to have a lot of options.&nbsp; If this was really a dream, Adrian might as well sit back and see what happened. if it was real...then Adrian might as well sit back and let the elf lead the way.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm also a bit curious as to what the parchment is."&nbsp; Adrian added to the women dressed in black and purples voice.&nbsp; "And i suppose some clothing would be useful too, if possible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 00:23:46</strong>
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				(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/2879657259_6c18dafed0.jpg)<br><strong>This picture is accurate except she does not have piercings. </strong><br><br><br><br><br><br>Vyandra looked to the man near her and smiled softly. <strong>I think all you have to do is imagine your dressed and it will happen. That seemed to be how it worked for me at least.</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 00:49:27</strong>
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				Wieland sighed. "Well, if you took a moment to read it, you'd have answered your question yourself. It's your tether. You need to sign it to bind it to yourself." He <em>hated</em> this part of the tour. After three hundred years of welcoming new Dreamwalkers, it could get very tiring. <br><br>He grimaced at the other man's near nakedness, and pushed his mind to reach out for clothing. "Vyandra is right. At this point, your abilities will be spotty and weak, at best. Give it time and you'll get a better grasp of it. And no, I won't tell you what these abilities are, we're already behind schedule. <br><br>"So, please sign the paper, and we can be on our way. As I said, King Oberon is waiting."
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				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 01:23:34</strong>
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				Vyandra took a purple paper and read over it and after making sure nothing funny was present in the fine print she signed it. <strong>I wouldn't want to die now would I?</strong> She grinned despite the fact she didn't doubt the severity of the situation. <strong>Do we keep this or do you for records?</strong> She held onto the paper until Wieland answered her question. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>precious</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 05:47:25</strong>
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				She takes the proffered parchment, and gives it the once-over.&nbsp; ...But a very thorough once over.&nbsp; Should the document be exactly as previously described, she'd extend her hand for a quill as well, in order to sign herself over..to her tether..<br><br>Shit, what did it matter?&nbsp; This was a dream, right?&nbsp; Eventually she'd -have- to wake up in her real life.&nbsp; <br><br>She embraces this cavalier attitude.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmo_ac</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 15:33:46</strong>
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				"Imagine we're dressed, hm?"&nbsp; Well, it was worth a shot.&nbsp; Adrian closed his eyes for a moment, forming a mentle picture of his body in his mind.&nbsp; He then refocued, imagining his body was dressed in clothing. Adrian felt the clothing appearing on his body, the weight and texture of it noticable.&nbsp; Opening his eyes, Adrian would find himself clompletely dressed.&nbsp; He was now wearing black boots, a pair of form fitting black leather pants, a white dress shirt with a large black leather trenchcoat over top.&nbsp; Tight fitting black leather gloves adorned either hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Nice..."&nbsp; Adrian grinned, looking at his new ensamble.&nbsp; However, he knew he had more pressing matters then checking out his new clothing.&nbsp; He walked over to the table and gave the form a look over. So, this contract would tether there souls?&nbsp; Well, he was trusting the elf this far.&nbsp; He might as well trust him the rest of the way.&nbsp; Adrian gave it a look over, and when satisfied, signed his name.<br><br>"Well, now that the signatures are done, I guess it's time to meet this Oberon fellow."&nbsp; Adrian waited for the elf to take them.&nbsp; He wondered how they would be traveling. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 15:38:40</strong>
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				(((Huh, somehow I missed my email notification about this...)))<br><br>"I'd put that down, if I were you," Wieland cautioned to Vyandra, as the paper quickly ignited in to a thousand coloured flame. Ash fell to the desk, three tidy piles. Producing a fan from his desk, Wieland brushed away the ash, leaving only the tether, each one unique to their Dreamwalker. <br><br>He turned to Adrian, a look on his face. "He is King Oberon, and while you are in his kingdom, he shall be addressed as such. It is proper protocol he wishes to be obeyed. He demands very little of us other than that show of respect, so he holds it on a high pedestal."<br><br>Moving around the desk, he allowed the three to examine their tethers. "Keep them with you at all time, or else they may not work properly."<br><br>The room was suddenly gone, having fallen out around them, to reveal a wide, grassy expanse, closed in on three sides by natural cliffs, and on the fourth by a huge, greased gate. In the center of the enclosure sat a very large, vaguely blimp shaped vehicle, enough to carry more than the four of them, but not so huge like the blimps of Earth's heyday. A boarding ramp extended below the ship's belly, with a small, ferret like creature standing waiting for them. <br><br>Nodding to the creature, Wieland signaled for the takeoff to begin as soon as they were on the ramp, and on smooth hinges the ramp closed, lifting them in to the storage compartments of the ship. More ferrets scurried around, working on various machinery or moving crates of various shape. <br><br>"They are Forestlings, they hate it when people call them Ferrets," Wieland commented, leading the three through the ship to the bridge, where the captain, another Forestling, piloted at an old 18th century ship's wheel. <br><br>"Captain Farglider, I trust the skies are easy sailing today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 20:18:20</strong>
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				Vylandra looked confused for a moment as she was told to drop the paper. Hesitating her fingers began to feel hotter and hotter until the paper lit on fire. With a squeal she let go of the paper softly rubbing her fingers. <strong>Oh man. Talk about Mission Impossible...</strong> <br><br>Listening to the elf talk about the king and his wish for respect, Vyandra nodded. <strong>I can do that.</strong> With that she gingerly picked up the tether and examined it, fascinated by it. It seemed like a tail to her, long and slender. Placing it around her waist, just to keep it on her person she felt a tingling sensation and wondering what it was she suddenly realized she had a tail. Blinking she realized the tether had transformed into a prehensile tail. Giving the tail a few test swishes she giggled at her new appendage. <strong>Ooo, this is going to be fun.</strong> Wrapping it back around her waist she looked around to the others for a moment.<br><br>When the room suddenly turned to grass and cliffs she gasped softly at how amazing that was. Catching sight of the blimp she looked on with a smile. Despite its antique ancient feel it still was a beautiful sight. Seeing the ferret like creatures made her pause for a moment but it didn't last long. They looked almost cute but so strange at the same time. She didn't say anything as the group boarded and waited for the ship to take off. <br><br>((OOC: Sorry, if that tail thing was to much I will edit if you wish Marlow.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmo_ac</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 20:53:40</strong>
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				Adrian watched as the pieces of paper turned to flame.&nbsp; It was interesting, if nothing more.&nbsp; Then a golden ring seemed to appear about his middle finger of his left hand.&nbsp; It was a simple, golden band, but Eric got the impression that this was his "Tether" manifesting itself.<br><br>When the elf corrected Adrian, he gave a slight nod in return.&nbsp; "Very well, King Oberon it is.&nbsp; I suppose as our host I should show him the proper respect.&nbsp; I do think meeting him shall be interesting."&nbsp; Adrian mused.&nbsp; This was getting more and more interesting by the second and Adrian looked forward to this little council.&nbsp; It reminded him a bit of the video games he played in his younger days.&nbsp; He just hoped they wouldn't need to travel from point A to point C and D and E and then back to C before they got to point B.&nbsp; That was always a pain in the ass.<br><br>As the walls fell around them and the new scenery showed itself, Adrian whistled.&nbsp; Well, that was a neat trick.&nbsp; He wondered if the elf could turn water into wine as well.&nbsp; At any rate, it seemed they were going to enjoy a blimp ride.&nbsp; Looking over at the ferret, Adrian gave a slight shrug. A ferret piloting the blimp.&nbsp; Somehow not as shocking as it would have been twenty minutes ago.&nbsp; <br><br>Adrian gave a friendly wave to the Ferret behind the wheel.&nbsp; "Hello, Captain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 01:54:00</strong>
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				(((The tail's fine, but Cosmo, you don't need to have a tail too. It can be any object you want. Just no swords or guns or the like, :P)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>precious</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 23:38:13</strong>
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				Her tether is not quite so useful as the tail the other girl had sprouted; instead, it coils itself around her neck, taking the form of a delicate silver chain with a medium-sized pendant dangling from it.&nbsp; The pendant is an expertly wrought silver frame with a sparkly mirror occupying the interior.&nbsp; <br><br>Her feet find grass, suddenly, and the scenery has shifted quite abruptly, leaving her perhaps a little dizzy.&nbsp; She blinks several times, and then docilely follows along with the group, her attention barely palpable.&nbsp; After a few steps she becomes painfully aware, thanks to an inopportunely placed rock, that she is without shoes.&nbsp; The others had imagined some up, and so even as they are approaching the air craft, she's doing her best to imagine herself a pair of suitable shoes.&nbsp; <br><br>It is only when she finds herself quite well eclipsed by the...what <em>is</em>that, a zeppelin?... very large ship ahead of her that her focus returns.&nbsp; Awe is present in her voice, and she pipes up a bit of soft admiration.&nbsp; "Amazing..."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 01:20:43</strong>
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				"They will be once we set off. Ten more minutes and I was leaving without you, Wieland," the small ferret-like creature commented in a surprisingly deep voice. He wore a suit of mix-matched leather strips stitched to metal plating.<br><br>The small Captain ignored Adrian.<br><br>"Yes, well you know how it is with new Dreamwalkers, Farglider. It was all I could do to get them here <em>today</em>."<br><br>The captain huffed. "That may be so, but I still have crate to ship back to the city, and I can't wait around all day, Kings orders be damned." The little Forestling obviously had quite the independent streak.<br><br>"Well, we're here now, let's be off," Wieland said at length, gauging the Captain, who simply turned back to his wheel, yanking on a lever before a horrible screeching assaulted their senses as the lumbering ship lifted off, the walls and ground slowly falling out from under them as the ship began its easy voyage to the city, the magnificent towers <em>just</em> visible on the horizon.<br><br>Turning to his three charges, Wieland watched as they surveyed the magnificent landscape before them: the Fire Woods and their burning leaves to the East surrounding the milky white Alabaster Mountains; the grain sea gently rolling in to the horizon to the West, farms and hamlets dotting the otherwise unbroken wash of yellow; the countless fantastical airships shipping cargo to the very edges of the Dreaming under Oberon's domain. <br><br>"This is what we call Oberon's Lap. It's the immediate area around the royal city. Beyond it, lies more rugged areas, and other petty kingdoms. It is hard to explain, so I'll simply say you'll see all in due course," Wieland explained when he gathered the attentions of the three Dreamwalkers. <br><br>"It'll take a few hours to get to the city, so I suggest we retire to our room, where I'll endure your incessant questions."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmo_ac</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 23:56:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian was barely listening to the captain and Wieland talking.&nbsp; He was much more interested and busy at looking at the ship.&nbsp; He was still having difficulty believing all of this was real.&nbsp; Or at least as real as a dream world could be.&nbsp; Hmm...there was a bit of a paradox for you.&nbsp; However, he would let himself ponder that bit of deep thinking later.<br><br>He gave a sudden jump at the screeching sound and almost lost his balance when the ship took off.&nbsp; Adrian had been on reguler ships before, but this thing was a bit different.&nbsp; Adrian also didn't care much for heights as a rule, but he supposed that he should try and remain calm until he got used to being in the air.<br><br>Looking out about the new landscape, holding tightly to any non-living object that was nailed down as he did so, Adrian whistled.&nbsp; So this was the world they were going to explore.&nbsp; It looked dangerous, but Adrian was an explorer by nature.&nbsp; He looked forward to seeing, and if he had the chance, documenting, everything that he could.&nbsp; This was probably a once in a lifetime chance, and he didn't intend on wasting a moment of it.<br><br>"Sounds like a good idea, as i imagine we have more then a few."&nbsp; Adrian grinned at Wieland as he suggested they go to their room for a Q&amp;A session.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 22:52:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vyandra looked out in awe as the surrounding landscape came into view. It was so majestic, especially the burning forest. It boggled her mind just trying to comprehend how a forest could continually burn without turning to ash. The reality that this was a dream and that anything was possible, never crossed her mind. It was all just so beautiful. <br><br>As Wieland suggested that they all go and wait and talk, Vyandra reluctantly looked away from the landscape and smiled slowly. <strong>I guess.</strong> She answered to the elf's suggestion. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>precious</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:12:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was bristling with questions, though most of them were hardly relevant, and fairly frivolous.&nbsp; That's what they get, anyway, she was just peacefully -sleeping- a scant hour ago.&nbsp; She is able to draw her attention from the spectacular surroundings long enough to recognize that he was leading them away from the deck they were standing on, and realizes that he means them to follow.&nbsp; She turns away from the railing she'd been leaning against, and sallies forth, eager to further discuss exactly what they were doing there.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 02:11:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(((Sorry about the delay, folks. RL stuff got me sidetracked.)))<br><br>Their quarters was a single large room, lavishly decorated in grand designs reminiscent of pre-revolutionary France. Thick purple drapes shaded stained glass, the sitting area a collection of high back chairs with royal dogs adorning the leg, encircling a low table, the four beds in similar fashion, with high canopies and gryphons supporting them. <br><br>Wieland motioned for the three to sit down around table as he did likewise. Sitting back in the soft cushion, he sighed. "Well, let's get on with it. I'll answer to the best of my ability all your insesent questions."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmo_ac</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 15:48:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian looked at the quarters as he was brough in.&nbsp; They looked like something out of a movie he might have seen or a book he had read.&nbsp; It was interesting, if not a little different then what he was accustomed too.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking to see that there were four beds in the room, it seened apparent that they were going to be sharing.&nbsp; Well, this could be interesting...<br><br>Adrian took a seat as he was directed to by Wieland.&nbsp; He wasn't sure exactly how to begin asking his question, unsure of what questions he might even have.&nbsp; He supposed that he should start with something simple and see where it went from there.&nbsp; "So, assuming that we are dreaming, i mean our bodies our dreaming, what is the difference in time passage between the real world and dream world.&nbsp; Like, are we, when all said and done, going to wake up in the morning like we regulerly do, or are we going to be in some sort of comma for the next several weeks or how ever long until we finish what we need to do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 06:10:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wieland nodded to Adrian, seeing as the other two were not quick on asking. <br><br>"A dream takes about two seconds for you. It isn't quite as quick when in the Dreaming, but it's similar. You could stay here for a month, and have only slept two days away," Wieland explained. "Although, you cannot stay here much longer. When your body begins to shut down from lack of sustinence, you break from the Dreaming and are thrown back in to your body.<br><br>"Another thing. You won't remember any of this when you wake. It is how we have kept our existence completely secret. That being said, next time you enter the Dreaming, you will remember your previous visits, and your time awake, like you do now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>precious</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 23:52:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why are we here?&nbsp; How did we get ...picked...and what purpose will we eventually serve?"&nbsp; She figured it wasn't blind luck that they ended up this way, and maybe it wasn't luck at all in any shape or form.&nbsp; She didn't hesitate to delve into the big questions, it was the only one of import she could think of.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:07:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vyandra sat silently not sure what to ask, a little uncharacteristic of her but she was certainly able to remain silent without being bothered. Listening to the others ask and then the elf explain was interesting enough for her to feel content. However, when the elf mentioned keeping the dream world completely secret she had to ask why it was necessary. <strong>Why is it that the dream world is kept secret? Its well known we human's have no control over our dreams. I don't see how knowing about this world could harm you. Now, it might be detrimental to humans, like a drug perhaps. Some might get addicted and only want to dream. Are there perhaps some people who do remember and might prove to be a threat and or can they control their dreams?</strong> She just blurted out all of her thoughts as they came out, thinking of this subject for the first time. It was an interesting topic she hoped he would elaborate on for her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmo_ac</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 02:36:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see..."&nbsp; Adrian nodded at the answers he recieved.&nbsp; He still had more questions though, as it seemed so did his companions.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would not rush his questios though, letting the other ladies go first before asking his own.<br><br>"So, if we wake up, and our dream bodies disapear, where will we reapear when we fall back asleep?&nbsp; Also,how much time will have transpired between the time we wake up to the time we fall asleep again?"&nbsp; Adrian was curious about those particuler questions.&nbsp; He had one more big one, but he'd wait for the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreaming Escape (Marlow, Xanatos, Cosmo, Precious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:00:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No one knows why the Dreamwalkers are chosen, except that they all have immense imaginations. Beyond that, I doubt a Dreamkin alive knows why you're chosen," Wieland reasoned, reaching toward a cup of wine that wasn't there moments before. "As to your purpose, the original Dreamwalkers were brought to tame the Dreaming. The eventually became known as the Dawnwalkers. Now? You don't really have any purpose predesigned for you. Usually, you just explore, do as you wish, and, most importantly, train your mind to the powers inherent in your humanity.<br><br>"The King is the highest authority on the actions, and movements of the Dreamwalkers, but that can be overruled by the Princess Peaseblossom, who rules the Summer Exarchate. That is why we are on our way to him now, actually. He needs to formally recognize the new Dreamwalkers, and give them the Right of Passage among the civilized lands."<br><br>He reached for a small cake now, plucking it out of thin air, pausing to take the small morsel in and enjoy it. "As for why you don't remember, have you been to a mental ward? The ones in the padded room that mutter are, often enough, the result of residual Dreams breaking through to the mortal realm. The two don't mix. That is why you only remember the most mundain of dreams. If one was allowed to consciously recall what they were capable of in the Dreaming, they'd cause themselves serious mental damage.<br><br>"As for the time... It fluctuates. Sometimes it's only a few days, while other times it's up to a month. It all depends on things we have no control over."
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