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One man's mosoleum is another man's home
Tonight, once again, the dreamscape of the meatship has been altered.
However, this time, the dream was the same, no matter the dreamer, and was neither good nor bad, but simply odd.
Only a portion of the crew would have this dream, some of them intentionally, others whose mind simply happened to drift upon it in the dreamscape.
Regardless, it starts out the same for each dreamer:
The dreamer finds themselves standing on some rocky, barren world.
The "air" (for lack of a better word) is thick, so thick that the dreamer is positive it should be impossible to survive in this kind of environment. Regardless, they continue to breathe just fine, as if on Earth. The atmosphere is hazy, distorting all color.
Despite the fact that it is impossible to see more than thirty feet ahead of them, the dreamer feels compelled to move in one single direction.
After wandering for what seems to be hours, the dreamer comes across a massive fortress, alone in this desolate place. It rises thousands of feet into the air, standing imposingly, as though there were something to protect out in this dead place. It is covered in symbols of twin-headed eagles, winged skulls and stylized I's, but most noticeable is the symbol of the open book, through which a sword has pierced.
A door opens at the base of the fortress walls. It seems like more of an airlock, really, but regardless, the dreamer once again feels compelled to enter.
Once they do, they find themselves in a room, completely pitch black, save for a single light shining down from what one would assume is the ceiling. The door through which the dreamer entered is no longer visible.
Before the dreamer, in the small lighted portion of the room, is a table. On the table is a rather inviting pot of tea, with cups.
At one end of the table sat the massive, robed figure of the Seer. He seemed to be drinking something notably more substantial than the tea. The word "amasec" comes to the dreamer's mind, but they aren't sure how they know it.
At the other end of the table is an empty seat.
"Please, my child," The Seer says, motioning to the other seat. "Do join me."
[ooc: This is just Seer's way of checking up on the crew. Once again, posting isn't mandatory, but if you want your pup to meet/interact with Seer, feel free!]
However, this time, the dream was the same, no matter the dreamer, and was neither good nor bad, but simply odd.
Only a portion of the crew would have this dream, some of them intentionally, others whose mind simply happened to drift upon it in the dreamscape.
Regardless, it starts out the same for each dreamer:
The dreamer finds themselves standing on some rocky, barren world.
The "air" (for lack of a better word) is thick, so thick that the dreamer is positive it should be impossible to survive in this kind of environment. Regardless, they continue to breathe just fine, as if on Earth. The atmosphere is hazy, distorting all color.
Despite the fact that it is impossible to see more than thirty feet ahead of them, the dreamer feels compelled to move in one single direction.
After wandering for what seems to be hours, the dreamer comes across a massive fortress, alone in this desolate place. It rises thousands of feet into the air, standing imposingly, as though there were something to protect out in this dead place. It is covered in symbols of twin-headed eagles, winged skulls and stylized I's, but most noticeable is the symbol of the open book, through which a sword has pierced.
A door opens at the base of the fortress walls. It seems like more of an airlock, really, but regardless, the dreamer once again feels compelled to enter.
Once they do, they find themselves in a room, completely pitch black, save for a single light shining down from what one would assume is the ceiling. The door through which the dreamer entered is no longer visible.
Before the dreamer, in the small lighted portion of the room, is a table. On the table is a rather inviting pot of tea, with cups.
At one end of the table sat the massive, robed figure of the Seer. He seemed to be drinking something notably more substantial than the tea. The word "amasec" comes to the dreamer's mind, but they aren't sure how they know it.
At the other end of the table is an empty seat.
"Please, my child," The Seer says, motioning to the other seat. "Do join me."
[ooc: This is just Seer's way of checking up on the crew. Once again, posting isn't mandatory, but if you want your pup to meet/interact with Seer, feel free!]
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The head seems displeased with this means of transportation.
I have already taken the liberty to study it somewhat, though I am sure your methods are...more thorough.
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I believe you will find it of use in your preparations.
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At his call, a small, hovering robotic drone, built within what appeared to be a human skull floats out from the darkness.
An astral facsimile, but this is what Unit XXVI looks like. Quite a useful little fellow.
The order I have instructed Arha to give it will let it know to begin setting up secondary wards to supplement those you have put up, as well as bless the crew's weaponry to increase their effectiveness against the physical manifestations of the daemonic.
It also has an extensive databank of incantations against fear and possession, as well as other information that I have accumulated over the time I have had him regarding the hunting of daemons.
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I would hope not.
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Mostly.
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Very well, then. For every scratch I find on it, I give you one curse.
That sounds fair to me.
That was also a joke.
...mostly.