Dreamlog of Hunter
General Summary
Dream of Hunter
This record holds the dream as experienced by Hunter
If you are not the player of this character:
- Feel free to read on, but please remember that your character does not know what happens here unless it comes up in play.
- Treat this as a glimpse behind the curtain, a story only meant for one set of eyes.
Trust, imagination, and good roleplay keep our dreams alive.
Dream 1 - Failed
Show SpoilerFire and flood. Rain sizzles on burning wood. You kneel in your tribe’s ruins again—but now the bodies breathe. Not life. Not death. Just water, endless water. Sylna appears. Half her face is barnacle, the other, sorrow. “It’s not over,” she says, and then dissolves into brine. You scream into the night, but no sound comes. Only the dream’s memory of drowning. You wake soaked, not with sweat—but something colder.
Dream 2 - Succeeded
Show SpoilerFlame and water war within the dream. You stand again amid the ruins of your tribe, fire dripping from soaked timbers, rain hissing as it strikes. The bodies shift and breathe—but it is not life, only the ebb and pull of an unseen tide. The stench of sulfur burns your lungs. In the distance, a shape emerges through the storm…
The storm clears just enough for a vision: the Crimson Sanctum, floating impossibly above a black horizon. It shines, but its light is oily, shifting like a mirage. The voice cuts through: “Take it. Yours. Always yours.” The sanctum ripples, its image fracturing into scales. You see it then: the promise is tainted, its glow nothing but shadow. A colossal eye blinks open, staring through you—then withdraws, revealed as the eye of a dragon trapped within a gate of chains. Its maw opens, and instead of flame, only darkness pours forth.
The storm clears just enough for a vision: the Crimson Sanctum, floating impossibly above a black horizon. It shines, but its light is oily, shifting like a mirage. The voice cuts through: “Take it. Yours. Always yours.” The sanctum ripples, its image fracturing into scales. You see it then: the promise is tainted, its glow nothing but shadow. A colossal eye blinks open, staring through you—then withdraws, revealed as the eye of a dragon trapped within a gate of chains. Its maw opens, and instead of flame, only darkness pours forth.
Report Date
25 Aug 2025
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