To The Nine Worlds (Inactive)

Game Master Signore di Fortuna

Please don't forget about me. We gotta finish wrapping up this night so we can move on, but I sleepy now so I sleep.

"I know love....I just never tire of having you in my arms." Dagmarr says softly, letting go and standing up un the tub before stepping out and reaching out to help Rosa out. Once out, the cleric takes one of the towels and lovingly dries the gunslinger's body, wrapping her warmly, before drying herself and draining the tub.

She sighs softly as Dagmarr dries her off, "You're so good to me." She says before yawning again and rubbing her eyes. She gathers up their clothes and boots while Dagmarr drains the tub.

The recent site outages have kind of killed my enthusiasm for this game and I've kind of had dwindling interest in the story itself...I'd really not like to banish these characters into limbo, so any suggestions?

Sigh....again? I'm sorry things got dragged out....I'm not sure what to do. I don't like seeing characters go into the discard pile either.... Mark?

Awe man....

Maybe realizing how much all the moving around has upset us and how difficult it is on us, when Woden comes to speak with us he tells us something like, we've done enough for him and it's time the Gods take care of the their own problems, but that there are people elsewhere that could use our help, and then he just sends us somewhere else? Once everyone has what they need of course.

Makes sense. I can definitely understand losing momentum killing the enthusiasm. If there's an AP or module or something you'd like to do, or somewhere on Zahvroma you wanted to do something completely unrelated to the other stuff, we've all been picked up and dropped where we were needed before.

Using Woden and the whole Nine Realms/Worldtree concept makes it easy to explain dropping us pretty much anywhere and still having a semblance of consistency. That's assuming you really want to continue with the characters and their stories in some capacity.

Okay, sounds good. There are other places on Zahvroma that need help. Lysse and there problem with the death cults for one. Getting Hesk hospitable for another, or even helping the Anizari with the area around Aquines. Zhavroma has a plethora of problems to choose from. All we need to do is, finish up this night and go to sleep, pick up the things we were having worked on by the dwarves in thed morning....ie necklace and sleepwear, and have that talk with Woden. So, we can finish up this night.

Once Dagmarr has the towel secured about her, and Rosa has their things in one of her arms, she yawns again while holding her other arm up at her very strong and beautiful battlefield cleric, "Ready for sleepy time now. Carry me please?" She asks softly before yawning again and looking up at Dagmarr with her expressive violet baby doll eyes.

Alright, I think I have something in mind. When Rosa and Dagmarr go to bed, I'll introduce my idea.

A slow warm smile spreads across Dagmarr's lips as she gazes lovingly down into Rosa's eyes. She gently scoops her up, kissing her forehead. "Let's go to bed my love."

She carries her to the bedroom and gently lays her on the bed before going to close the door.

She unwraps herself from the towel and throws it down on the floor. Taking their things she carefully places them next to the bed after getting her panties back on. She still didn't have anything to sleep in, but she didn't think that Dagmarr would mind. She fluffs up the pillows before climbing under the covers and waits for her love to get in the bed so she can snuggle up to her.

Putting her things aside, Dagmarr slips her own panties back on before getting into bed, reaching out to take Rosa into her arms and hold her close. "Goodnight my love."

Feeling safe and loved within the strong arms of the woman that has come to mean so much to her in such a short amount of time, it doesn't take long for sleep to start to claim the exhausted gunslinger. Snuggling as close as she can get within her arms without actually being on top of Dagmarr she barely manages to get out a soft sleepy sounding, "Night love...I love...you." She manages to get out between yawns before falling into a deep and peaceful slumber, the only other sound that comes from her in a few short moments is a soft sort of snoring.

As you sleep, you all have the same dream:

You see rolling green hills which eventually flatten into fertile fields. Men, women and children till the fields, planting seeds and watering the sprouts of crops. The scene changes to that of a tall cathedral sitting at the edge of a quaint village. You see masons still working on the spires as a group of men in shiny armor, paladins as far as you can tell, seem to celebrate. A woman with black wings against her back smiles at one of the paladins, who waves at her. You see she is holding the hand of a young child.

The scene fades and returns. The green hills are yellowing and the fields are full of crops. Suddenly, a young child is cut down by a black garbed man sitting atop a ebon stallion. You cannot hear the screams but you see men and women falling in great numbers in the fields, the soil stained with blood. The scene continues with a great number of black garbed horsemen heading toward the cathedral. The same child you saw earlier, older now, stands at the doorway of the structure. The paladins, the black winged woman among them, fight them off. Several paladins fall to the horsemen's blades before they are driven away.

The scene fades again. Now the green hills are brown and the fields are sparse. Only a handful of haggard looking people work in the fields. A farmer raises a handful of soil and you see that it is dry. The cathedral has fallen into disrepair, though it still stands. You see black garbed men come from the shadows and set the cathedral ablaze. Five paladins, the black winged woman still among them, fight a desperate battle. In the end, only the black winged woman remains. She reaches out to the child, even older now, standing behind some rain barrels, but he turns away.

Once again, the scene fades. Through the snow, you see the hills are now black, the fields are dead. The black winged woman appears to be toiling in the field alone, but you see she is actually digging a grave. With tears in her eyes, she sets a man in tarnished armor in the hole and pauses, muttering something. She then covers the man before turning away. You see her head to what is left of the cathedral, no more than a pile of stones. The woman tears a necklace off, it appears to be a holy symbol of some sort. With fury you could almost feel, she throws the necklace down on the remaining steps of the cathedral and it shatters. She looks around for a moment and sees that she is alone. Falling to her knees, the woman looks up to the sky and cries again.

The dream ends.

Ooohhhhh damn....now I feel bad about what I said. Damn....I'm gonna have to tell her I'm sorry now. Damn you Henry for making me feel things.

Frostine startles awake with fresh tears in her eyes, "What...was that?"

Thorgr sits up. "What was what?"

She wakes up shaking from the raw emotions left over from the dream. Wiping the still fresh tears off of her face she nuzzles closer to the woman that could make her feel safe just by being near her, "Well...that was...a little freaky. Did you...did you see that place? What was that love?"

Jerrica wakes up and brushes Sig's hair back. "I just had the strangest dream."

"Oh....I guess it was just a dream? But...it felt so real." She says as she leans against him, her petite form shaking slightly.

Thorgr wraps his arms around Frostine. "Mmm, I had a strange dream too."

"Did yours have a lady with black wings in it?"

Thorgr nods. "Yes, it did. How did you know?"

Looking at him with a worried expression she says, "Because mine did too. There was all this war and people being just...slaughtered. She was happy at first I think...but everything was taken from her. I don't know...it just felt so real...so raw. What do you think this means love?" She asks, a tinge of fear to her voice.

"I don't know," Thorgr answers. "I suppose we can ask Woden when he arrives."

She nods as her shaking slowly subsides while in his arms, "Okay."

She wakes up shaking from the raw emotions left over from the dream. Wiping the still fresh tears off of her face she nuzzles closer to the woman that could make her feel safe just by being near her, "Well...that was...a little freaky. Did you...did you see that place? What was that love?"

"Yes I did." Dagmarr says holding Rosa close, her voice a bit troubled. "If we shared a dream like that....it's more likely some sort of vision or portent."

She comfortingly runs her hand up and down her back in a soothing, comforting motion.

Opening her eyes, Sig gazes into Jerrica's eyes, seeing the same bit of confusion she feels."So did I, what was yours about love?"

"There was this cathedral and some woman with black wings," Jerrica says. "It's like I was seeing her life."

With Dagmarr holding her, the shaking slowly subsides. She shivers slightly and pulls the blankets up around them a little more, "I've never had a dream like that before....it just felt sooo real. It was like we were watching something as it happened to that woman. She was happy once though....but there was so much grief at the end...it made my heart ache." She shakes her head to try and clear it of the last bit of feelings from that dream, "Well...we have some things to pick up today from a certain shop and I really think it's too late to go back to sleep since we're going to be talking to that Woden guy today. Do you just want to get up and get ready for whatever this day might throw at us? I bet Bruldora is making breakfast." She says before pulling herself up a little so that she can kiss Dagmarr softly on the lips. There was still a slight tingle in her bottom from the previous night's activities, but it didn't really hurt that much anymore. There was only a slight heat to it now and the flesh was only slightly pink, showing through the lace of her panties as she gets out of the bed to get dressed.

Leaning her head against his chest she asks, "Do you want to get up and get ready for breakfast now, or do you need a little more rest?"

"I think we should get something to eat," Thorgr answers. "Now I'm not so sure of what our day holds in store for us."

She nods and gets up, her light blue nightgown turning into a dark blue travelling dress. Looking up at her husband she gives him a little smile, "I don't know....but whatever it is, I know we can handle it as long as we're all together."

"Always."

After making the bed she goes to him. Stretching up on her tiptoes, she gives him a deep, soft, and lingering kiss as she wraps her arms around him.

Thorgr returns the kiss and smiles. "Let me get dressed and we'll head downstairs."

She nods and lets go of him so he can get changed as she thinks about the strange dream and shivers again slightly.

Thorgr gets his clothes on. "Should I put my gear on now or wait?"

She waves a hand, "Just wait on it. I seriously doubt we're gonna be attacked while eating breakfast."

"I guess not," Thorgr says, offering Frostine his arm.

She takes his arm, kissing the back of his hand as she does so.

"There was this cathedral and some woman with black wings," Jerrica says. "It's like I was seeing her life."

"I saw the same thing! She ended up burying someone she loved right?" Sig replies in surprise.

Jerrica nods. "Yes!"

A look of confusion creeps upon her face. "What does it mean?"

Frostine heads downstairs with Thorgr, a wealth of questions on her mind.

She takes her time getting dressed, putting a little extra jiggle in all the right place while trying not to giggle. Looking over her shoulder at Dagmarr she muses aloud, "I wonder if the others had the same dream that we did."