APPENDIX B : Midhir's Scrolls
The Bridge of Memories
A DreamSeer's tale
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The Bridge of Memories This is a tale of the last day of the Dream before the Great Loss. It begins uneventful enough in Cloudsbreak. Ialura was going about her daily routine, gathering the eggs in the chicken coup, churning the butter with her sisters from the cream gathered by her brothers in morning milking, and preparing the evening meal with her mother singing in the kitchen of their small country home. All gathered and as always the meal was mixed with laughter and smiles often shared in her family. Then suddenly a great sadness filled her heart and formed into a single tear, traveling solemnly down her cheek, a droplet of pure sorrow made its way down her now pale cheek. Marking the beginning of an end. Excusing herself from the table she went up to her room to rest suddenly feeling quite ill. The concern apparent on her family's faces was dismissed as a touch of the flu that was going around the shire. She sat down quietly upon the edge of her bed and decided to see if she could find some answers to what troubled he in the dream. She quickly fell into a fitful sleep, awakening into the dream she found her self-alone in the Threshold of the City. All else seemed as it was when last she was here except for the apparent lack of other dreamers on a night when the rooms of Threshold are usually packed so tight you are forced to become friends do to proximity. A small seed of despair had been planted in her heart. Unable to find a single soul she decided to see if any of her friends could be found at their house in the Basin. Stepping through the portal to the planes of the Basin the seed sprouted and entangled her heart. She stood horrified at the sight laid out before her. The ground was littered with essence of her fellow dreamers. Despair turned quickly to fear, almost swallowing her soul. She built up her resolve and fought back the almost uncontrollable desire to run from this horror before her. She instead began to gather up the essence. Hoping against hope she could find someone who could help her restore her friends. Tears cascading down the hills and valleys of her once lovely face like a raging river now contorted into a mask of sorrow and fear. She whipped them on her sleeve and filled her cloak outstretched on the ground, gathered it up and headed for the house in hopes someone their could help, if there was someone there. As she passed from portal to portal she gathered more and more until her cloak was full and her arms could carry no more. Vowing to return for them she pushed on. With her vision blurred from the tears, the salty taste finding its way to her now drawn and pale lips as they traveled her cheeks, she stumbled under the weight of her burden. She pressed on almost feverish with despair. As she reached a small bridge crossing over a gently flowing stream she took a moment to rest. Legs shaking, chest heaving, her head was spinning searching for some reason for the death that lay scattered about the City. Then she felt it, deep with in her. Like an iron fist squeezing her heart, stomach tied in knots shear terror overcame her. Then it swept through the plane, a pure wave of Chaos. The second to tear through the Dream Plane this day. Desperately she dove into the waters. The essence of those she carried scattering over its surface. Her attempt to avoid the horror that the Chaos would bring was doomed to fail as all attempts made earlier had. But before it hit for the second time this day a lone tear formed in the well of tears and wound its way down her cheek to break free and fall joining the gently waters of the plane as the wave overcame her. The last dreamer had fallen. Somehow in that instant all of what she and those she carried became infused in the waters that flowed under the bridge. Mingling together the only thing that would survey the utter destructive force of the Chaos, their Memories. It is rumored that if one stands upon the bridge and looks out upon the waters they will see the Dream as it was before the Great Loss, as it was seen by the eyes of all those souls that make the gentle waters under the bridge their home. Midhir looks at you as a single tear makes its way down his cheek, clearing the lump now formed in his throat, his eyes glass over as a far away look gathers in his eyes. Before he wanders off you can hear a whisper escape his lips, learn from them so this never comes to pass again.
Midhir Gwilthcvinthil
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A DreamSeer's Tale Hi All,
I present for your reading pleasure a little known tale of a somewhat
famous DreamSeer Midhir sits back in comfortable chair, a small cup of tea in one hand and a ancient leather bound tome in his lap. Looking down he begins I wish to tell you a tale of days long past. A story of love and the lengths dreamers will go to for it, one in particular, Ji'hok. Ji'hok became a DreamWright of some renown, but not till some time after the events I shall share with you now. Now Ji'hok had a secret love, Misvitika, the daughter of a Ruler of the Protectors of Radiance, Periliene. But Ji'hok was a DreamSeer with very controversial opinions for his time and Periliene being a DreamSeer of the old school took an instant dislike for him. Ji'hok believed all knowledge should be shared in the City while Periliene hoarded his and shared only with those who licked his boots on a regular basis. So knowing Periliene would not approve of his relationship with his daughter they kept it a secret from him. But the day had come when both decided they wanted to live the rest of their lives together and yearned to be wed. But Periliene would apose such a union, so Ji'hok bided his time and waited for an opportunity to arise. And it did. Periliene organized a contest open to all in the City. He to grant one request to the victor of the contest. Coming from a Ruler of PoR and a Master DreamSmith this was surely a prize worth winning. Starting that very morning he had hidden a token somewhere in the city. If any could find it in a weeks time they would be declared the victor. But there was one catch, each day the token would be moved and in a new hiding spot by dawn. Midhir pauses to take a sip of berry tea With those last words the contest commenced. All the participants in the contest scoured the City, except Ji'hok, instead he went to see a friend of his. Aerin of Tolat. His friend had just recently developed the ability to Locate Dreamers across the city and went to plead with him to teach this new found art to him. On the second day again Ji'hok did not join the search but instead went to find Jervais. This in itself was an arduous task, Jervais hadn't been seen since he created the art of Chamele. After spending 3 days searching he finally found him hiding in some shadows searching his back for an Insight Elemen, this I might add was the only time ever reported of him being visible since its creation. Jervais granted Ji'hok his request since he had already proven worthy by finding him. The 5th day of the contest came and again Ji'hok went in search of a dreamer instead of the token. He quickly found who he sought and spent the rest of that day and the next learning one last thing. So that night he spent following Periliene using the art of Locate to stay a few rooms away. Then right before dawn he noticed Periliene had stopped in one room for quite some time. Seizing the opportunity he Chameled himself and ran to the room, only to discover the portal warded. His heart dropped knowing his plane would fail if he could not find a way through the portal. He prayed to the Trinity to give him guidence so that he could be with his true love. In what can only be considered a miracle, he was granted the ability to Blend with the ward and pass through the portal. To distracted with placing the token Periliene never noticed his entry. Looking up from his pack, he quickly scanned the room, seeing no one he pulled the token from his pack to place it in its final hiding place. Seeing the token Ji'hok rushed forward and grabbed it from his hands, in his haste he jostled Periliene and materialized right in front of him. A red rage overcame Periliene, surprised and angered at being fooled and deceived he lashed out with a Blast. Before Ji'hok could react he was staggered by the attack. Periliene seeing the pain Ji'hok was in paused to enjoy the moment, but Ji'hok quickly gained his composure and Chameled. Periliene went into a rage and tried once again to Blast Ji'hok to no avail, he found he could not Blast one he couldn't see. Ji'hok with the token in had quickly ran through the portal. Thanking Dalis under his breath he evoked Mind Blank and ran to Perilienes house. Now this drove Periliene into a rage that sent him scouring the city for Ji'hok. As reached the Entrance to the PoR house, he was greated by a Guardian of the house. He showed him the marker and asked to see Periliene's daughter about his prize. The Guardain was unshure what to do and asked him what prize he saught. Ji'hok informed him Misvitika held it for him. So he off he went returning with Misvitika, who quickly rushed to Ji'hok's side. They spoke in whispers for but an instant then Ji'hok turned and tossed the token to the Guardian and told him I have my prize. Then they both rushed for the exit, Chameled and Ji'hok quickly Mind Blanked them both and went into hiding. They wed and waited for Periliene to accept the union, in which he had no choice. Eventually he came to his senses and learned the worth of his new son-in-law, he taught him a new art, Blend. And with that so ends this tale. Midhir closes the old leather bound tome, places the small cup on a stand near his chair, with both hands he grasps the book and stands. With a wry look in his eye he turns and leaves the room. Midhir Gwilthcvinthil
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