Zouviqil talks with Avurekhos about Hoaracle, and some sibling bonding

Zouviqil · June 2013

Avurekhos smiles softly.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout asks, "You like adventures, don't

you sister?"

You begin to follow Avurekhos.

You smile broadly and say, "I love them!"

Avurekhos smiles softly.

Beneath a tall oak tree.

It is quite mild. A blue tongued tae'dae lounges about here, his white fur

bristling. A wiccan broom floats here, vibrating with energy. A glimmering

miniature of a snow phoenix rests upon the ground, wings unfurled majestically.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout is here. He wields a viciously

serrated, diamond-edged katana of sterling damascus with both hands.

You see exits leading north, east, south, west, northwest, and through a large,

root-covered rabbithole.

You smile broadly and say, "I know where we are!"

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout asks, "Tell me, have you ever been

to my Lords realm before?"

Avurekhos smiles softly.

You say, "Well... I didn't know that part."

"Nope," you say with finality.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "It is through this rabbit

hole, through it, we enter our dreams."

You follow Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout to in a cathedral of the

forest.

Avurekhos smiles softly.

In a cathedral of the forest.

Prismatic shards of light cast from atop a dais of petrified wood mix with the

faint phosphorence of the overarching canopy of this cathedral of the forest,

flickering softly across oak and acorn carved alcoves and the organic, abstract

swirlings of leaves and vines inset into the white stone of the walls. Golden

light pools beneath the branches of saplings set within the recessed reaches of

the atrium: lush ferns grow beside and between unworked ivory river rocks,

brushing the ankles in a procession towards the interior of the temple. Softly

glowing bits of lichen streak the arched embrasure of the trees high above,

illuminating the buttresses of their trunks and the vault of their intertwining

limbs. A wiccan broom floats here, vibrating with energy. A glimmering miniature

of a snow phoenix rests upon the ground, wings unfurled majestically. Lodge

Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout is here. He wields a viciously serrated,

diamond-edged katana of sterling damascus with both hands.

You see exits leading in, out, and through a column of revolving colours.

You say, "Whoa... it's pretty here..."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "We're in the realm of the

dreamer, my Lord Hoaracle's place where he some times meditates and speaks to

us."

Avurekhos smiles softly.

You follow Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout out to before the

Cathedral of Trees.

Before the Cathedral of Trees.

Enormous trees of feathery fronds and phosphorescent mosses grow lushly through

the air, their dark brown trunks stretching up to dizzying heights and their

interwoven branches crafting no distinguishable feature between one and the

next. Lambency spills down their plentiful leaves, miraculously birthing orchids

of gold, indigo and lavender which blossom and wither in disjointed patterns.

Treebark sutras glimmer with the gliding of flintcap bugs; these insects

sublimely illumine this grove with their gentle light, catching whispers of mist

aglow with visions and metaphors. Though the forest thickens, a grand Cathedral

sans cap, dome, or ceiling stands amidst the thriving undergrowth. Walls of

polished white bricks can be seen, undulating slightly with freizes and imagery,

punctured with tall stained-glass windows. A mature hornbeam tree stands proudly

here. A sibylline egerias stands rooted here, tirelessly scribing upon the

surrounding leaves. A wiccan broom floats here, vibrating with energy. A

glimmering miniature of a snow phoenix rests upon the ground, wings unfurled

majestically. Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout is here. He wields a

viciously serrated, diamond-edged katana of sterling damascus with both hands.

You see exits leading north, southeast, south, and in.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout asks, "This is the living dream.

Tell me, how does it feel when you dream sister?"

You say, "It has... a very different feel, from when we went to Lady Maylea's

realm..."

Avurekhos smiles softly at you.

Seeming dazed as she looks around, you say, "When I dream?... hm..."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "It is a cathedral of forest

life, bearing close resemblance to our home."

Seemingly entranced by the area about them, you say, "When I dream, it feels

real. I feel like I'm me when I dream."

Avurekhos smiles softly.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout asks, "Connected to your inner self,

yes?"

Slowly redirecting her gaze to you, you say to Avurekhos, "Yes, exactly."

Smiling quickly in your direction, Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout

says to you, "That is some thing us Hoaraceans some times believe in...except, we

feel as though we're connected to all of creation...to all dreams."

Avurekhos smiles softly.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "We're interconnected to each

other, and we grow through interaction."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "It is said, that when we

imagine we're to imagine the greatest of possibilities. Look forward to what is

to come, embrace it, and learn from our mistakes if any thing."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "As it is our nature to do

so."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout asks, "Did you wish to understand a

bit more about this place, sister?"

You nod your head emphatically.

You follow Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout north to organic alcoves

beneath an overhang.

Organic alcoves beneath an overhang.

One of the origins of the Dream's thick organic systems spreads overhead in this

low alcove in the soil, marked by whirling streaks of phosphorent lichens in

shades of blue and soft, verdant-tinged murmurs of ivory. Broad, bark-whorled

roots spread in a rough star from the bottom of the thick tree, swirling

outwards in a procession of moss-painted wood to sink into the ground and to

rise upwards in broad paths through the mist-locked forestlands. Alcoves open in

those of the roots that sink into the loamy dirt beneath the tree: within them,

glowing cells of amber and flowing patterns of moist plantlife flare to life and

extinguish. A mature birch tree stands proudly here. A sibylline egerias stands

rooted here, tirelessly scribing upon the surrounding leaves. A wiccan broom

floats here, vibrating with energy. Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout

is here. He wields a viciously serrated, diamond-edged katana of sterling

damascus with both hands.

You see exits leading south, southwest, and west.

Avurekhos inhales deeply before releasing a loud rumble, producing a

characteristic 'hoom' as the air leaves his lungs.

Wandering about the area some, but keeping within your eyesight, you say, "It's

so... it's very dreamlike. I guess that's the point."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "Aye, it is dreamlike,

meditative, it allows us to think."

Looking around, eyes nearly glazed over, you ask, "What is it like, by the way?

To know the Lord Hoaracle?"

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "Each time spent with my Lord

is a learning experience, he is very wise and knows many things, I was very

fortunate to have met him before he slumbered further into his dreams."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "He helped me find myself, he

knew where I was headed, I believe."

You say, "It must nice, to have Someone like that."

Avurekhos smiles softly.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "Although he dreams, he still

thinks about each of us."

You ask Avurekhos, "Do you miss Him, though?"

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "It is hard to form an opinion

about that, I may miss him, but I know we will see each other again within our

dreaming."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "Before he slumbered, he told

each of us that dreams are real, they're powerful. He told us to guide our

young, he felt that would strengthen our Serynwodenhillirim."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "Knowing he cares helped me

understand that he is always with us, as we're the anchor of his returning."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "He misses us as well, I

believe."

Looking away some, you say, "It sounds very beyond my understanding, maybe."

Avurekhos inhales deeply before releasing a loud rumble, producing a

characteristic 'hoom' as the air leaves his lungs.

Avurekhos smiles softly.

You say, "He does not sound like a bad God, or a cruel God, though. He does

sound kind and caring."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "You will come to understand

it one day, little sister. It happens to each of us."

Avurekhos nods his head affirmatively.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout asks, "For now, did you wish to

explore some more?"

Avurekhos smiles softly.

You nod your head emphatically.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout smiles broadly and says, "I see that

look in your eyes."

Avurekhos's eyes sparkle with amusement.

You smile broadly and say, "Which look is that, brother?"

Between two doors.

Small, square, and yet open to the soaring arches of the greenery-laden forest,

this antechamber is flanked by two doors carved from thick doors of acorn-carved

oakwood. Alcoves open in the surfaces of the entryways, bearing in them ferns

and wildflowers amidst barkform talismans of organic figures wrapped around

smoothly-graven abstract figures of grey and white river stones. Carpets of

soft-woven silk woven with patterns of shadows across the forest floor seem to

shift in the gentle light cast by the luminous lichens of the canopy high above:

threads of gold and virid embroidery shine in the understated weaving, picking

out a quiet luxury amidst the plainer strands. A wiccan broom floats here,

vibrating with energy. Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout is here. He

wields a viciously serrated, diamond-edged katana of sterling damascus with both

hands.

You see exits leading north and out.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "Exploration, a feeling of awe

of what is around you."

Avurekhos smiles softly.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "Sister, read what the

pentagon says."

The Remembering Wall.

Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky.

Afloat by a swirl of whispering energies, an impossible six-sided pentagon

floats through the air. A wiccan broom floats here, vibrating with energy. Lodge

Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout is here. He wields a viciously serrated,

diamond-edged katana of sterling damascus with both hands.

You see a single exit leading south.

This simple crystal is milky white, almost completely opaque though a flicker of

viridescent colour passes across its surface. Impossibly, although your mind

comprehends the shape as a pentagon, it has exactly six sides. It swims in the

air, caught adrift by swirling, dream-filled energies.

You read what is written on a six-sided pentagon:

Creation cries out with joy whenever a dream is truly made real.

Zouviqil gasps softly.

You say, "That's... that's rather beautiful."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout smiles broadly and says, "A message

to us, yes."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "It has stayed the same for

many years, I believe it to be unchangeable, it is inspiring and true."

You say, "If I have courage, and if He does return to the waking... I would like

to meet Him..."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says to you, "I believe my Lord

Hoaracle would enjoy meeting you as well, Sister. He likes to understand every

one, and guide us in the right direction."

Avurekhos smiles softly at you.

You say, "Sounds like someone else I know."

You nudge Avurekhos suggestively.

You flash Avurekhos a joyous smile.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout laughingly says, "Me? like Lord

Hoaracle? Sister, you flatter me. Haha."

You smile and say, "I haven't met Him, though! So that statement may be

unfounded."

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "That is good, a sign of good

growth."

Avurekhos smiles softly.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "There was a phrase to this

part of the Cathedral, but it is unknown to me as it is entrusted to Lord

Hoaracles living symbols. I believe."

You tilt your head curiously at Avurekhos.

You ask, "Living symbols? Avatars?"

Avurekhos inhales deeply before releasing a loud rumble, producing a

characteristic 'hoom' as the air leaves his lungs.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "Some thing like that, avatars

in training."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout says, "Of the sort, the Lord Dreamer

doesn't seem to have a daydreaming avatar these days to defend creation and live

up to his philosophy."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Avurekhos ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."

You follow Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout east to at the Grand

Transept.

Avurekhos hugs a dreamy wisp of dawn light compassionately.

You follow Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout out to before the

Cathedral of Trees.

Avurekhos greets a sibylline egerias with a sincere smile.

In a weird, warbling voice, a sibylline egerias says, "Praise He who Dreams of

Creation!"

Lodge Keeper Avurekhos Myeras, Jaguar Scout exclaims, "Praise be to creation,

breathe of dynara!"