15.10.2009 War of the Dream Warriors (WILD)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
My grandmother said she had been having nightmares like she hasn't had for 65 years. She wouldn't tell me about them, she just said they were horrible.
Battle on the Home Front
I went into a WILD, and geared up for battle. I was in nomad form, a bedouin dressed all in white, wearing a winged helmet, and batwings, wielding the Moonstaff. I went into my grandmother's room. There was a dream demon crouched above her on the bed, breathing heavily. I felt the winged helmet vibrating at a high frequency. She had a pained expression her face. It looked like a red gargoyle with claws on its wings. Instead of a dragon face like Zaphor, it had the face of a vampire bat. The inside of its body and thick wings was a pale grey. Without a word, I blasted it in the chest with the Moonstaff.
It got knocked through the wall, and it shrieked in surprise in anger, falling upon its back. I leapt upon its chest, and mercilessly slit its throat with my dagger. It turned into a bunch of little green worms, and they tried to bury themselves in the ground. I summoned fire from the sky with my Moonstaff, and burned them up. I had a bunch of ectoplasm on me. I summoned another spell of fire healing, and I was engulfed in violet flame, and the slime burned away.
I walked through the wall back into her room. There was another dream demon in the same spot. I leapt at it, a flying tackle, and we flew through the wall and landed in the street. I withdrew my dagger, and gutted it from its navel to its throat. I stood up, and sheathed my dagger.
A demon the size of a skyscraper appeared before me. I changed my size to match it, growing into a giant white-clothed Bedouin wielding my Moonstaff, a winged helmet on my head, and batwings slowly flapping. I went into an attack stance. Hundreds of demons appeared at its side in a row, facing north. I multiplied myself to match them.
Joining The War
I heard a voice boom like thunder, "No need for that, brother!"
I came back completely into myself as hundreds of Dream Warriors landed at my sides from the sky. I morphed into a great lava minotaur, my skin black stone, with orange cracks glowing in my skin, my tail whipping back and forth in anticipation. Steam rose from my skin, and my eyes glowed red. I picked my first target.
I saw the Dream Warrior Master, a great devil, standing in the center of the row. He charged toward the largest dream demon, each step he took, sounded like the earth rumbling.
Both sides roared, and we charged at each other into battle. I smashed them with great fists, and tossed them with my horns. I felt myself leaping upon them, biting chunks out of their abominable flesh, and I realized I had changed into a great werewolf.
Then, roaring like a jaguar, and I saw I had become a great werecat, shredding the dream demons to pieces with monstrous claws. The Dream Warriors were doing all kinds of elemental and shapeshifting magic. Some had swords, some had staves, some were shooting elemental magic from their hands, and others shapeshifted into mythical beasts. Flying dream warriors whizzed around the dream demons. As we battled, we pushed our enemies south toward the sea.
Kanaloa appeared, the Hawaiian sea god, a giant octopus, rising from the sea, dark, ancient, and angry. Many tentacles, wrapped around the remaining dream demons, dragging them into the depths as they screamed in fright and anger. The battle was over. The other dream warriors pointed they weapons skyward, looked up, and turning into light, flew into the sky.
"Welcome, to the war, brother," the Dream Warrior Master said to me, wiping blood from his mouth. "You are wounded," he said, glancing down at my chest, "you know where you need to go." I looked down, and saw three scratches across my chest. I felt other smaller scratches all over my body. I nodded, engulfed myself in violet flame again, burning off ectoplasm and little black astral ticks, then teleported to the Glen of Healing.
Werecat in the Glen of Healing
I was laying on my back in werecat form. I noticed I had white fur in the front and insides of my limbs, and the rest of my fur was a pale tawny color, with black spots. The grass lifted me a few inches off of the ground, and I closed my eyes. The god of winter appeared between the trees, and blew healing herbs into my wounds.
We were in his cave. The god of Winter, the Frost Giant, the Crystal Golem was stirring a pot in the back of the cave. I saw Joseph there. "Nice kitty," he teased, and patted me on the head. He turned into a giant falcon, and nuzzled me, then looked at me with his right eye and blinked.
"Come by the fire, and rest your weary soul," said the god of Winter. I sat down next to him, and stared into the fire. "Those wounds will take awhile to heal, dream warrior. Now rest."
Angel's Blessing
I prayed to my angel, and astral projected to my grandmother's bedroom. I saw three stern angels standing vigil around her bed. They were each holding a two handed silver sword, its tip on the ground in front of them, both hands resting upon the pommel. They had long white robes, and white bird's wings. Upon their heads were winged helmets, with pale golden wings, and the base a dark silvery blue. Nose guards came down in front of the helmets obscuring their faces.
I returned to the cave and stared into the fire. I looked down at the wounds on my chest. The healing herbs had a cooling sensation. I took a deep breath, and and relaxed.
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