Xaphor and I look at each other through my meditation mirror in BanYanLand in the Biodome on the Green Moon. Xaphor, my Dream Guide, the Great Red Dragon. He grins at me, and reaches through the mirror and grabs me, pulling me into his world. As soon as I get through he kind of tackles me, and we merge together. I roar and fire shoots out of my mouth. I am in some castle room, and now the tapestries are burning. I look at myself in the mirror. I am a were-dragon with red scaly skin and a dragon head. I am about seven feet tall with yellow eyes and a devilish grin. I roar and breathe fire on the mirror. The wood catches fire, and the glass melts into a puddle. I laugh maniacally and fly out the window. I am flying across a green hilly country. I shout to the world around me: [I][CENTER] Here me, Dreamsphere, for I am Xaphor, your Archnemisis, the Draconis Ka-Nyx, the Dark Dragon. I proclaim myself Lord of Dreamsphere, and I Turn The Clock! Tick Tock, Tick Tock! The Lucid Dreamer ran up the Clock, the Clock struck three at the Witching Hour, the Lucid Dream is now maxed in Power! The Heretic Grins at the rules of the game, gods battle on the Dream Plane! HAIL ERIS! HAIL MORPHEUS! HAIL GAWN! [/CENTER][/I] I fly to Dreamsphere Town and breathe fire at the big clock, blackening it. I see someone below in a blue ninja outfit. I tell them, "Your clock sucks!" Then, I teleport out of that world.
I am in a archery/knife throwing range with targets hidden in the forest. Only an Assassin can see the targets. I focus on one target, hanging in a tree, an empty wasp nest. I pull a ring which projects a throwing knife into my hand. I point my arm at the wasp nest, and, with telekinesis throw the knife, spinning at the nest, then return it to my open hand like a yo-yo. I catch the wasp nest half. Behind me is a diseased tree, heavy, and about to topple over and die. I add TK to a crossbow bolt to hit the tree and vibrate it until it falls over, then I return the bolt to me. I throw two knives, one left and right at the same time, to hit two rocks hidden in small tree hollows. I throw what we call a Heavy Dagger into a huge rock, the tip buried in its face, and the blade sings as it wavers. I plunge two short swords into two dead roots on the ground, then remove them, and leap up and cut off two dead branches in the trees above. I throw stars at two leaves, slicing them in half before they hit the ground. I land, and return my weapons to me. Shadowtech steps out from behind a tree, clapping. He bows to me, then disappears.
I am running across huge boughs of trees and leaping from tree to giant tree in a great forest, wearing my Chaos Assassin gear. I feel like I do this for about half an hour before reaching a certain branch on a certain tree. I stand with my back to the tree, then give the 2-3 knock. A voice in the tree says "Nothing is true." "Everything is permitted," I respond. I am suddenly flipping backwards as a door against my back spins me inside. I tuck and roll, then am suddenly standing before a council of Chaos Assassins. "Welcome to The Tree. Welcome to the Chaos Assassins Guild, Dethgawn of Cardia. Did you come here by Destiny or Free Will?" "Possibly my destiny was to become a Chaos Assassin ever since I took a Soul Oath to war against the Templars for aeons in a past life 800 years ago. Perhaps, with my Free Will I chose to come here." The man who asked the question throws a knife, aiming just two inches left of my head. I leap forward, tuck, roll, then jump on to the table, and flip over the man as I unsheath my hidden blade, and place it against his neck as I land. I have twelve weapons pointed at me, throwing knives, mini-bows and arrows, blowguns, short swords, and mini-spears. Suddenly, the scene morphs, and I am in some strange Hell version of my surroundings. All the assassins are now green demons. Who the hell are you? I shout at the dream. Alter? "No, Mylynes, a voice answers back. Since I've been gone, I've been training, and I've been increasing in power." "What are you, some don juan interrupting my dreams?" "What do you mean? Some creepy ThisMan romancing character?" I take advantage of his temporary confusion to burst out of the dream. Mylynes and I are in Outer Space. "This is something I learned-" "STOP!" I shout. "I am going to continue my original dream. You can be a character in this game if you want." Mylynes shrugs. "You have to limit your abilities. No god-mode." Mylynes grins deviously, then disappears. I am suddenly back in The Tree, my knife at the throat of the man who questioned me. Suddenly the Assassins clap, and i release my knife. They suddenly shoot and throw all their weapons at me. I swing my light mail cape around me, knocking all the blades and projectiles to the floor. We all bow, then I toss all the weapons back to the original owners at the same time. Suddenly, Mylynes sends me some kind of tormenting mind wave, a vision of him incarnating into the world as Baphomet, and building a huge Templar army of worshippers of him in Constantinople. "I'm here, I'm here... for training..." I grab my head, and feel dizzy, then vomit. *** I awake in a bed mumbling to myself madly, "Templars march on Cardia... they want the Key of Cardia, but it was stolen 300 years ago, by a Goblin Thief. Fools..." "Huh? What?" I sit up, asking myself. I feel dizzy and hot. I am soaked in my own sweat. So... thirsty. I drink from a glass on a nightstand. I am in a small room in The Tree. My wife, Winter is wearing all white ninja gear. She is tying a belt on, looking out window, then turns to me. "Oh, you're awake!" She runs to me, and kisses me. "You've been sleeping five months. This is the second snow of winter. "I have to go out and patrol the forest now, there is word of spies in the forest. There is food stocked in the cupboard, and a loaf of bread on the table." She opens the door, and a chill breeze blows in. My sweat feels like ice. She blows me a kiss and leaps off the bough to another one below. The door slams shut, and I sit on the edge of the bed, and wipe my forehead with a towel. I hear a voice in my head: Nomad, what have you been doing for five months? "Sleeping I guess. Who are you, and how are you in my head?" "I am Baphomet!" "Ok, whatever." I take a drink, and throw a log on the fire my wife started on the hearth. I change into some dry clothes, and step outside. The wind is cold, but my training has taught me extreme cold resistance. I pee downwind, then go back inside. I sit down, and eat some of the bread. It's deliciously flavorful. Walnuts and raisins. "This doesn't feel like a dream." "That's because it's not," says Baphomet. "Will you leave me alone? I'm tired." "Of course you are, you've been poisoned with a demon." "Damn, you Baphomet." I stumble to the bed, and pass out.
I am walking in a forest among white bark trees in the autumn. Some leaves are turning yellow. Everything looks so familiar. I look down at my hands. They seem normal, but my RC tattoo on the back of my right hand is missing. Then, it suddenly appears glowing yellow, and winks at me with a silly face. I pinch my nose. I can breathe. I am dreaming. Right! This is... Denn... I am playing Psyblade? I am in my own game? I fall on the ground laughing, and some squirrels scamper around me out of curiosity. Suddenly, orcs appear, attracted by the sounds, aiming arrows at me. I throw ten knives and kill 8 out of the ten orcs surrounding me. Two more knives kills the two I missed. I stand up and dust my hands off, then form a mirror in the forest. I am about my exact size in the physical world, average height, lean, hazel eyes, wearing some simple dark brown almost black clothing. Pants, tunic, cloth boots, cape, cowl, and a cloth over my mouth, so my face is almost completely hidden. [I] My sisters and brothers in the Guild call me The Mad Devil. I call myself Dethgawn. I began studying the dark arts as a child, sneaking into the basement at night, poring over ancient scrolls.[/I] I return my knives to me telekinetically, like a magnet pulling iron shavings to itself. I replace them, then say to the mirror, "to Cardia." A quaint European town appears with a large clock tower near the center of town. Thatched roofs top the small houses and shops along the cobblestone streets. I walk through the mirror, and it feels like walking through a bubble pane. Suddenly, I am falling through the sky. I scream in excitement and terror. Am I going to die? I hit the ground. Ow. I stand up. Ok, I'm not dead. Right. This is a dream. But, I can't fly? Oh, I put these limitations on myself. Right, playing that game of Windhovers'.... can't remember the name. That doesn't matter. Then I hear a familiar voice in my head: [I]Nomad, you are not dreaming, you are incarnating physically in another dimension.[/I] "Right. Ok. That makes it feel more real, but I know it's not true. But, thanks," I reply to the disembodied voice. I look down at my hands. I have a piece of cloth wrapped around the inside of my palms. I wonder why?[I] Oh, right, I have weapons in there: small blades, lockpick, climbing spikes, and brass knuckles. [/I]I feel my belt, and my clothes, remembering all the hidden pockets and compartments in my gear. My hands look real. Weird. I pinch my nose. I can't breathe. Ok, so, I'm not dreaming.[I] Ok. Wait, then why I am I some crazed ninja thief in a magical land? I probably just have a cold in Wakeworld, or maybe my physical body is plugging its nose or something.[/I] I try to fly. [I]Can't. Well, that's not a very good RC anyway. Man, am I thirsty![/I] I sit down on the fountain in the center of town. Windhover appears, floating on a hoverboard. There is a dust devil swirling around her. "This is not a dream, Nomad," she says. I feel confused. She laughs, and disappears. I scoop some water out of the fountain with my hand and drink. I feel much better now. I turn to a tavern with large wooden sign above it: Bub's Pub'N'Grub. I walk in through double doors, and sit down at the bar. It looks like and Old Western bar for some reason. I turn to the patrons, and see knights and cowboys mingling with robots and superheroes. Hmm. Interesting. I order a vegan Shepherd's Pie, and a tall dark beer from a big burly bartender with a barbell mustache. "Are you Bub?" I ask. "Sure am." "Lovely pie, lovely beer. Tell me something, Bub, you ever heard of the Seven Keys of Cardia?" "I probably don't, but I could be inclined to speak with a small bribe, being the unscrupulous man that I am." I slide over a copper coin. "Word has it that the Key of the Desert hidden deep within a dead city, a Necropolis beneath the shifting sands." "Where is this city? When does it appear?" He coughs loudly, then I slide him over two silver coins. "The Necropolis is in the dead center of the Desert T'zanha, and after a great winter windstorm, the city will seemingly rise from the depths." "Aye. One last question, Bub, have you heard where this key is?" The skeleton of the king of the old city still sits upon his throne. The key should be around his neck, Nomad." "How did you know my name?" "Just slide over a gold piece, my lad." I do, then quickly finish my meal. I order a coffee for the road, and he puts it in a bamboo-like bottle. I step outside into the bright sunlight, and wake up.
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