Time Forward of Peace (#00-5)

    Helo, everyone.

    Happy 2010! I wish you all a year to be full of Surprise, Success and a Next New Year.

    Not all times reserve a bad omen to people. Sometimes, we can have time to think, and decide wherever our priorities lay, or the needs of change. This is a Time when the Characters, not exactly heroes, but that's for another time, had the chance to choose what to do during five months of peace, granted by the Dreammaker entity of Dream, the neutral entity who gathered the Stolen Dreams' group. Not everything's fine. And not everyone is ready to do what the world needs to be done.

    First, I want to thank the players, and then the list of Characters.

    Characters:

    Daytel, Toriàn Naraleiva Priatel'sa Drazci, ejik noble, alchemist, mage, and also elementalist; Flausin, goblin psionic, usually work as protector of goblin caravans in the area of Wastes; Tacke Prýmmus, half-siddha mage, religion master, professor for the Academy of Magic, Politics and Power; Hadesh, takkar beast, a medic and warrior, now Prymmus' disciple, but not linked to the Academy; Karistalla, Lena Báech, ejik princess, rogue, heir of the Báech Kingdom, at the Nine Realms empire; Báech the Djine, djine from ejik heritage, (who knows what more?), as he carries the same name as Lena of Báech Kingdom.

    I welcome you to read this brief resume.

    (Daytel)

    Daytel, the name the noble Priatel assumes, is very interested into the gills he gained in contact with the Ancient Elemental Water. As 602 goes on, it becomes more and more clear that it's a thing he must understand by himself, so he calls his cousin Ruddyn to talk. The talk was very long. Ruddyn wanted to know what is happening. Toriàn, in the confidence of the Dreammaker, decides the entity didn't asked for silence. At least, he's a noble ejik. This grants him the decisions about people's lives and destiny, but he hates politics.

    - You're telling me, Toriàn, that this entity's asking you to save other empire's future leaders? That's a chance to make war and win with no resistance! That's great.
    - No, Ruddyn. I want to think before taking this type of action.
    - You're to noble, my cousin. And that explains why you hate politics.
    - You're a mage, Ruddyn, and so a noble too.
    - No, my cousin. I'm a warrior before I am a mage. And the way of the warrior is the way to victory. There's only you and your cause.
    - You'll say I like too much my books.
    - No, I won't. I've already said that, and you remember, don't you? You are already a hero, Toriàn, because I'm not sure I'd pass the rituals of Shadeza as you did. You're a warrior, too. See?
    - You speak as your loved Raýla - concludes Toriàn.
    - She's past, my cousin. She's a,... she's too old for me. No, no! Wait. I know what you're gonne say. She's a heir princess to an empire. So what? I go and stay with her, to be a second for ever? She's dead, you know. Her skin is so cold as ice, and I'd give her a halfblood as a heir. The emperor would hate me for doing that. No. I've written that on sand, Toriàn. And you? I think you're not on your mind to be sack on this castle forever, forget your companions, and give your life for the world.
    - You don't understand the noblety of saving other empires, and,..
    - No, no. Sorry. I can understand that. (Ruddyn waves his hands, asking for pacience). There are many ways to be remembered for ever. I'm just saying this is not for me. You're a noble mage, so you should do what you wish, but remember taking part on this may put our family in danger.
    - I won't. The Dreammaker's said he'll protect my family. And all entities need him, as he's the only neutral entity, so this means a lot.
    - Greed, my cousin. Envy. Put yourself on the way of a woman, and she'll teach you your place. Our right to ruledoms would be in danger if our founder had not been a woman. But I've not came here to give you wisdom, for that you seem to still have. The Nothingness is vibrating, Toriàn. That,... means, indeed, that something's going on this damned world. I've came to say you this.
    - What did you got on the Astral plane? - Toriàn's voice was worried.
    - Psychothropodes, everywhere - resumes Ruddyn.
    - And?
    - You should walk the Veil with me. This means bad, bad things.
    - I should help the Dreammaker.
    - I won't blame you for that. I'll need to talk with the barbarians, to grant us warriors allies, if you don't mind.
    - Wait. I'm not the only one to decide. We're a group.
    - Yeah, 've heard. Oke. Don't forget we're together, my cousin.
    - You have your group, Ruddyn,..
    - Iluetva protect us! That's not what I'm talking about. Our family, Toriàn. Yes, I have a group. My fellows. Latva's the best specialist in nature in the world, but I'm talking about more. You've said to me I'd better unite with the vampire princess, and I'll tell you to stay with your family.
    - You're talking about my parents missing.
    - Yeah, yeah,.. That too. I've just came back from the Astral, again. Unfortunately, there's no trace of your parents,... I'm sorry. Now, I've got to get back to the borders. A new pilgrim's caravan is coming tomorrow, and I'll need to grant there's no thief hiding amongst 'em.
    - Where's going to be the camp?
    - At Antonidia's. Don't worry. They're going the North Temple, and I'll have news from the east. If you're so deep concerned, causin,... Do it. We're not to live for ever.
    - Thank you, Ruddyn.
    - Yours, my cousin.

    And that talk stays on Daytel's mind for the rest of the time the Dreammaker's given him to think.

    The rest of the time, he studies maps, old maps. All those notations his father's left behind. All without a lone explanation on what was that.

    By the end of the Great War, 602 years before, the world was a mess.

    He went to the Ancient Water.

    - Greetings, Ancient Water.
    - What is the meaning of our contact? - asks the elemental.
    - That,... (a Water elemental should be less direct, but that put Daytel in alert),.. You have challenged me.
    - What for, elementalist? We Water goes many places, everywhere.
    - I think,.. I'll have to understand that.
    - Then I'll have you the first challenge, now.

    And the small lake surprised Daytel, so when he noticed, he's under water. His ability to make magic would save him, but if he had time to think. He started to drown, and so, was out on air and breathing again, this all happened in no more than a normeasure of time, and he stops, thinking what's just happened.

    - Are you challenging me?
    - No, elementalist - says the elemental - I've just given you time to think. You'll understand how we Water see the world, and if you decide so, we'll challenge one day. Now, go.
    - I see,...
    - Life. You have a gift, eyes of the ancients, now. This is not permanent, but you'll have to decide, if you'll be the elementalist you dream of, or to be an alchemist. Both, you cannot be. You have one year. Come back, with your emotions, when you find them again.
    - You're huge - he swallows.
    - Go.

    Toriàn senses the Ancient Elemental will do it again, one day. When he was back home, at his castle, he saw his eyes, and they're made of water.

    The rest of those months, he passes comparing elementalist secrets, and alchemy.

    (Flausin)

    The bogling Flausin had made his way to fame.

    His village starts to commerce with two other villages, and that to another three. Wèneg prelate is now a growing path from the desert of northeast and the black east through the mountains which circles the Nine Realms, and they know how to make a big deal of business.

    - We should sell them what they want - says a gadgeteer, at the Assembly - Flausin's madeus rich.
    - Don't go to the pot, mates. Ejiks aren't interested in our gadgets. You know that, Binti. I say we sell them black east stones of power. And to sell back ora to the east.
    - Flausin, you're a genious.
    - I'm not, Bukus. I know a djine, now. They're much more like us, and the opposite at the same time. Maybe more dangerous that a dactyl - Flausin's had made them reconsider, as all boglings hate dactyls, they fly, and they come out o' nowhere and try to take their children to eat.
    - Then we must make a huge breeding of wardogs, and control the mountains - says a blind bogling, older - That's the only way to fight the dactyls.
    - It's not, Mogbin. Wardogs don't fly - concludes a younger bogling.
    - Let's make 'em fly, huh?

    And those discussions took a month.

    The fact is that Wèneg prelate has become important, soon. As none other race shows any interest in bogling gadgeteering, they started to sell what they wanted. Stones of Power from the east to the west, and food, wine and clothes from the west to the east. Soon, barbarians started to round the area. With contact between various villages, Wèneg prelate - and Flausin - manned to convince the other villages that they should go air.

    Barbarians show much less interest for other people than they do to sand. This way, the simple promise to stay out of their desert was enough to be safe.

    A strange traveller from the east, a black man with dreads, a stonecaster Flausin talked to says the Order of Light knows the boglings are now trying to make commerce. He said to the bogling to stay away from the Cursed Lake, for that is something to forget. The intelligent psychic thought he'd ask the Dreammaker what's all that about, much later, when the chance comes.

    The most important gadgeteer, from Knockturn prelate, almost a prince to his people, presented Flausin with a valueable bottle of blackberry alchoholic brew - it's a bottle whose drink never ends.

    Flausin have had two more children.

    It doesn't matter, because all children are the village's, not his alone, but his thoughts were into the missions the groups started and are now to think about.

    First, he went to the Tottem of Beetle, which didn't say anything.

    Then to the Tottem of the Snake.

    - You haave to,.. sSss,.. (hissed her),.. sstay withh 'em,.. Uuse the thingss you gain to sstay withh you people, Flauss,..
    - This means I'll have problems, Snake. Those people are too powerful, and you know, ejik are all about that, they use power to be superior. What,..
    - Sstay withh 'em.
    - So, Efemmera's got to protect me. And the Cursed Lake? What should we do 'bout that?
    - Sstay away from thhhhe Lake,.. sSs,...
    - You too? (he sighed). Thanks.

    By the time he needed to get to the Priatel's he had manned to have a new wristclock, a better lockpick equip, and other things children got to them to play underground. The flyby mechanics were on the basics yet, but the bogling dreams on flying were not diminished.

    Then, he headed to the Priatel ruledom, flying with telekineses.

    (Tacke Prýmmus, Hadesh and Lena)

    Professor Prýmmus invited Hadesh and Lena to stay his home.

    The first weeks were difficult to them. While Hadesh was used to the wild, and to be on himself all the time, the princess disguised as a traveller, Karistalla (secretly, a rogue), they both were not used to the ejik status of the so important Royal Tachiza empire.

    Most population in Ryklant are called popular, and servants, while people of power, those who study magic, a huge number of monks who travel the empire serving the royal and populars alike, a small number of psychic, those who understand planar travel, wizards, sorcerers and mages, and also a huge number of soldiers who are all used to the important stones of power, imported from the black east. They're all nobles, and the populars are most of the time, servants and workers.

    By night, Lena goes out and investigates the city, now Slash had give her new equipment.

    During the first month, Hadesh learnt the basics on magic, but his abilities as a warrior and, specially, a beast, were all the time negating those strange effects.

    Magic is not a simple slap of fingers.

    In exchange for the magic training, Professor Prýmmus asks the takkar to say things in snakelang, a lost secret he's interested in. The takkar's one of the very few people known to understand that afar from snakes and creatures from the deep astral, or the Shadow plane. That's a treasure. Hadesh, by his side, was intensely trying to not negate those magic effects, while trying to perform 'em.

    By the end of the first month, Hadesh and Lena got together to talk.

    The rogue princess is convinced people share a feeling of devotion to their masters, people of power, which is indeed very similar to the weird magic back on her kingdom, Báech. She says to the takkar that she listened to a few small and shy show offs of that strange fear and devotion. He tries not to contradict her. She's an ejik too. He knows his ideas are not everytime welcome by ejiks.

    Tacke's children were very happy to have more life home. The twins became friends with Lena first sight, but the older daughter stay with Hadesh in most discussions.

    Hadesh learnt the mage has to go teaching every thrusday morning, and he gives lessons on old myths and legends on saturday afternoon. He never speaks about work at home. His wife, an adorable and beautiful woman, is also a mage, and also an elite mage with honours, formed at the same year on the Academy as Tacke.

    Actually, Tacke Prýmmus and Jael Trobara started their love as young apprentices, both espectacular and ingenious elite students, at the Academy.

    The Trobara family is well known for having magic blood for centuries, and all their children are gifted with inborn talent to magic practice.

    Hadesh started to understand one spell, Straeto, which fabricates clothes from a piece of cloth, or make repair on bags and pants. He is a monk, so everything he learns must be use to the population. This is a tradition. He passes then most of the time by the entrance door of Tacke's house, a huge house on the northside of the bridge, and near the Ayya's Daughter Square, which has a statue from the Duchess. Soon, many populars started to come with old clothes to get them reformed.

    But well, during the night, the takkar's time was distinct from what the populars would think.

    He senses his abilities as a beast were changing.

    First, his senses of time were completely dsitorting what people were saying. Then, a sense that time was just slow than normal dominates him. He then started to slow down time by his own perception, and started to study negating those magic spells with might, or negating nature. He walks on the walls, starting to see people's aura, or objects and utensil's energies, together with a sense of pertaining unnatural to him. He's a takkar. He doesn't belongs to these ejik people, but he senses their feelings of fear and devotion. He prays to his Godess, the dragon's pcinciple of peace and magic, feeling his magic comes from Her.

    Hadesh was also teaching Tacke and Lena to use a whip, and moves on an instance of combat. The young half-siddha was not used to it, but for his surprise, Lena knows all the principles behind the combat, together with the wit necessary to escape most trickery.

    They both learnt from the Professor that Time is the most important Taboo of magic. It's the thing you must not deal with, unless it's only lore. Tacke explains the takkar deals with time in a completely different way, and had not understood it yet.

    Tacke was frequently going to a library, by the Daughter Square. The librarian's an old friend, it looks like to Hadesh and Lena, and when Tacke and his wife have things to do, and Hadesh has additional training, the man stay with their children, and they come back amazed. It's a magic library. Magic books from up to down, and there's a huge man they say he can cast every spell on Toj, which would be pretty much a story he tells the children. So, the night comes and the rogue princess open her window, walk the walls, and let the children sleep, while she investigates this strange tachee major city.

    When it was only a month to the meeting, Tacke had a meeting with his family, and that did not included his wellcomed visits.

    Four hours later, they came out of that office.

    Tacke then explained he told his family all he knew, the whole meaning of that dangerous actions, the needs of someone to do those missions of recovery.

    - That's noble of you, Professor.
    - He's only doing it straight, Le-... Karistalla - says Hadesh.
    - I'm only doing it because the Dreammaker granted my family will be under his protection. Don't think I'm doing it for the noblety of the action. I have decided.
    - I have not, yet, Professor - says Lena.
    - That, Karistalla, that we'll have to gather with everyone to decide - concludes Tacke - That's wise of you not having decided yet.

    Then, the preparation to the travel started.

    A charriot, with a real four front leg horse, a black one, and food, and money to their needs. All that was prepared by Professor Prýmmus' servants. In a week or so, it was all done. Hadesh says he's going flying, but Tacke thinks it's dangerous, and he must not do it during daylight. Tacke was going to guide, and Lena by his side. All other things, every bag and equipements he planned to take to Toriàn's castle, were inside the charriot, together with a map the Professor draw about what's happening.

    Tacke remembered a very important noble of Ayya Peninsula was ressurrected, with Efemmera's permission, and he has invited the group to his fortress on the arid lands of Ayya. The group didn't know yet. He tried to say, but those missions are always on the way.

    It's a two week travel, so they go up the charriot.

    Tacke kisses Jael ("In public", thinks the rogue princess), and they depart.

    (Lena)

    During these months, karistalla trained her skills as rogue, following people without notice, entering and spying houses, avoiding magic protections, alarms, and every skill necessary to be a better rogue and help her fellow group, but her mind was ensewhere.

    Her people are in exile, under the care of her takkar friend's tribe. The tribe doesn't know he's done it, but he knows what to say to keep them well.

    She trains her abilities to the maximum, thinking of her people.

    Who are those people?

    They confined her father, in an invisible cage. Controlled her thoughts and desires. The book they took from the white tower, on her castle, it's a grimiore. A dangerous magic works on Nine Realms, and she's only alive because this group had set her free.

    During the whole five months, she dreams.

    She meets the Dreammaker.

    He's the best storyteller that ever existed, and tells her stories about old myths, the people who order things on her kingdom, dragons, faeries and people who killed legendary creatures. They all did what they did forced by the situation, not by heart. They became heroes, yes. But the fears they confronted were their own. The monsters of this age are more people than monsters. By the time people of power gained political power to confront the prelates, that is, the demonic forces of Trisebus, creatures are now confined to the Astral and other planes, but the dreams have monsters weirdy worse than monsters.

    They're people.

    (Báech The Djine)

    The first month on Principia, or Prislýpea, the djine capital, was full of life. Life, and strange encounters, people usually are so happy. The djine empire's the richest empire at Toj, with thousand of palaces, huge houses, ielfantings everywhere - a huge beast used as mount, with flying rocks over huge trade squares, and countryside is full of parties with people dressed in white clothes, turbans, and this is an empire very fond of Stones of Power, which come from the north empire of stonecasters, through the west ocean, Footlants on the middle way north.

    It was second month when the first invocation happened.

    A small jar, closed with djine power, was standing in the table. A table with pork and some cups made of wood, on the right side.

    - I, miss Limstbarwèn, (she frictions the jar), call you, djine Báech, to do my bindings.

    With this, she opened the jar.

    - Wait, Kwòe, I sense someone's calling. I be back soon. Bye.

    Báech vanished, and appeared in a wooden house.

    - Your wish is a command, lady - he says.
    - Oh! (she jumped out off the chair). I thought you'd come from the jar...
    - Wè,... That's a pure legend. What do you want from me, lady? - says the djine.
    - I want to find my father - says an average woman, maybe 23.
    - I'm sorry, but that's knowledge. I can't do anything.
    - You don't understand. (she was almost crying). They took my father. They're goin' 'o kill 'im.
    - Who did it, lady? Maybe there something I can do, after all - he smiles.
    - The priests - her eyes were wet - You gott a save him. (pause). Please.
    - Now that's a magical word. What priests, you say?
    - There's a huge city, between the mountains of Mòr and the sea that leads to djinelant. It's name's Tol. It's the center o' this empire. My father's a good man. He's a shaman! Do you understand?
    - O' course I do, my lady, but let's go business, here. What do you want? I need a real wish to make a real thing, unless you're paying for it.
    - We have gold. We have gold. Take it. It's yours - her despair's absolute.
    - I sense you've kept hidden your love for the soldier from him. You're a nice woman, but you could do harm people if their evil. You fear to become the face of vengeance, if your father dies. You're right.

    She swallowed, at the real sight of a true djine.

    - I'll help you - were the djine words.

    She got paralyzed, in a moment, but the she listened.

    - Will,... will you help me?
    - O' course! You just need to find a person to die in your father's place.
    - Wha,... What do you mean?
    - I cannot change the course of history. You find someone to die for your father and I'll put him in his place, that's simple and easy.
    - I,.. do you,... I can't do that.
    - Then, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do - the djine says, firmly.
    - I,..... can you wait? Can I talk to Dòerlec?
    - Is it the name of the soldier? Or is it a child? A God, maybe,...
    - It's the soldier - says her, waiting.
    - O' course. Do you have something to drink, in here?
    - Take anything you want. I'll be back.
    - O' course you will. Oah! A bottle of flowerwine, 516, a rare one,...
    - It's yours, if you halpe us - says the woman in tears.
    - Us? There's more of you in here?
    - I'll be back - and she runned through the door.

    Báech took a simple Footlantas wine, made of groundgrape, and waited for an hour. Then, he listens to someone talking in the front door, a poor door, but honourable. There's a feather on the door, from the giant birds which lives on the top of mountains, a rare bird named Fàt, and those who get a feather are called champions.

    The woman enters the room, and there's a soldier with her.

    - Djine,....
    - I sense you're all too confuse. Let me tell you some things, nice people. The world is rotten. Your sacrifice, young Dorlòc, isn't going to make sense, and it worth nothing. You, lady. Your father's an old man, and he's going to die soon or later. Are you sure you want to do such a thing, so unsensing?
    - What options do we have, djine? - asked the soldier.
    - Now, that's a voice of a man! You're one of mine, I bet. Stay and fight! That's what a djine would do.
    - I,... (the soldier almost lost his voice),.. they're everywhere, djine. Can't you help us?
    - We djines only do change, actually an exchange. Our wishes don't change the world, unless there's some sacrifice and people pay the correct price for that they wish, and that's rare, believe me.
    - We have done our decision, djine - says the soldier lover.
    - You're doing something very stupid, mal-èc - comment the djine.
    - Will you do it, or not? Do it.
    - Before you change your mind, I understand. Are you sure?
    - Yes - he says, and look his future won't be wife.
    - I'll give you two a last kiss-time, won't you? I'll pretend I'm not here - and the djine turns the other side, to drink some more from his cup.

    Moments later, he listen to their voice.

    - Do it, djine - says the man, and then he's not there, anymore.

    A harmed old man, now free from the chains, appear on the floor, and he look his own house as the last place on the world he could ever expect.

    The old shaman sits, and look his daughter, in tears.

    - Father? You're alive - she cries.
    - Páelke, my daughter,... What have you done? - the shaman looks to the djine.
    - I've save you, father. Dòerlec had change place with you - says her.
    - You're mad, Páelke. Mad! I had to die! What have you done? In the name of the stars, what have you done? Why I have a djine in my house?
    - Dòerlec,...
    - I see what you have done. You convinced him to die in my place. That was, (the old man stand up, as the young man he once was), the most stupid thing I ever heard.
    - But, father,... you're alive..
    - And you're a brinde of life, now. You stupid woman.
    - Father,... - she knelt on the floor, crying.
    - You get out off of my house, and you never come back.
    - Father?,.... please...
    - Get out!

    The old shaman turned the other side, and got to his bedroom to sleep, or think about what to do now he's not doing to die anymore.

    Minutes passed, and the djine was there, djinking his cup of wine.

    Suddenly, the woman got to her feet, to go.

    - If you allow me to say, lady - the djine says - You're going to be the most powerful shaman of all times, more than the old legend which lives at the north, the member of the Saint Group.
    - Are you an oracle? - she was hopeful, in tears.
    - No, lady - he concludes - But you better be, now you and your father are protected by The Neautral. It's the force, the universal force behind the Balance. It's said the dragon who discovered this was transformed, so totally, that he became the God of the gods. So, you'd better be the most powerful shaman of all times, or your sacrifice would not worth the difficult decision you had taken today.

    The woman stays there, in silence.

    - I have to go, and,... I'll take the jar to another place. People need wishes, everywhere.

    And so, he simply vanished.

    Báech came back in time to drink with his friends.

    - What was it, Báech? Did you got the wish? - asked the bigger Bòet.
    - O' course, Bòet. This was a very usual wishmaking, though. What were you saying, about the snake on the lake, when I'd had to get to work?
    - It was Kwòe, you damn memory abyss! - and they all laughed.

    Weeks passed, months, and much more djines were going the Trappke empire.

    From all places, this was the real wichmaking realm of the moment.

    Five months later, Báech remembered to go Priatel'sa. it was not him, and in fact a new Stone of Power, on his new turban, which remembers him from what he's forgoten, so he headed the noble ruledom.

    (End of Time Forward of Peace)

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Escape the Aim of the Dark (#00-4)

    Helo, and Be welcome again.

    This is Adventure #00, Stolen Dreams.

    Follow this post :: About the Story

    About the Music :: I do not intend any offence to anyone's right, and I do not really own the music I suggest my readers listen during the Story; the suggestion is in honour to the musicians who created those beautiful songs, and I explicitly want to thank you very much.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C3KpAnuYnE

    My advisor on Akkoya's Mythic Eras, wizard professor Susking Kuoi, had given a lecture about Raýla's interference into the mythic era's major events, be it before the events told in here, of after. She's a legend believed to exist, still today, in Akkoya. The event shows a number of connections with outworld's mythic eras too, so some people believe the ikka are behind those events, as they were behind slavery and manipulation on several old mythic worlds. No one knows. The said Archieve, hold by the ikka race, have never been shown to any other race.

    This adventure is parallel with Session of Play runned from: Fri, 23 Oct 2009, til Sat, 24 Oct 2009, but this is not a Story played. Raýla is a main character I hold in my mind since that time, but only now I'm having time enough to write her Story.

    My ultimate goal in here is to show how a major Story can hand us infinite stories, plots, and politics, during the event shown in Story #00, and even after that.

    I'll have some posts on Conloging, during the final version posts.

    The main adventure played is in resume format, and only now I'm having it a revised final version, so take care reading. The plot's still the same, but the way the Story runs is a bit different. You'll see some intervention during the new final version, in which I'll add some scenes not seen before. They'll be much important, for the understanding of the Story #00, and I'll keep the original and not final version on my Facebook profile. Read the resume format if you can't wait to know what happens, but beware.

    The final version will show the first Adventure in a more refined written format.

    All names, places, items, titles and some magic will be used to create words on the Oka language, a conlang I'm creating for the Kalaummuklutwa (the future Akkoya) setting. Akkoya may never know if their mythology is directly connected with it's real history. Some believe so. My choice, to chose professor Kuoi as a storyteller, says it will be told in a special narrative format, with no or almost none intervention from the storyteller into the very Story, so every other information will be in posts other than the Story in itself.

    My main work in here was to take note of every session of play.

    And now, to have it a new edition final version.

    The known Story will be shown, but you know, some parts of these legends are told in the future, even though some are possibly confirmed by real entities, gods or even ancient spirits. A tone of present will be in every post, as the Story's probably true, and you'll need it in the future.

    For future players

    I've planned the Story to be told in this blog to have future adventures played. So, you should read the Story with much care, and we'll have your suggestion of a character analyzed as soon as possible, but keep in mind that a new character in a sequel is going to be created not to contradict this Story #00 - Stolen Dreams. This way, starting on January 2012, I'll be analyzing new character and plot suggestions, for future players, in a sequel of this adventure, at some point connected to it's main plot, storyline and history past.

    Players must reside in Belo Horizonte, Brazil.

    Thank you, everyone.

Hope with my heart you're enjoying your reading, and,...
        ... Stay Plugged.

    Escape the Aim of the Dark (#00-4)

    - Are you sure it's the right place, Sippoi?

    The dactyl lowed her head a little to show her rider she's sure about it. That was a long journey, a journey through the east of the great continent. There are many places to hide, during daylight, but here at the Royal Oriental empire, every place look the same, thinks the high lady. Plantations. A huge number of farms, dwelling together with loads of villages, on every mountainside. They call this the lands of swamps, but they're not common swamps, and they're most like fields of plantation on every slope, on every mountain.

    - Wait for me here, Sippoi - says the woman to her dactyl.

    The back flying reptile made a low tone click, twice, to her rider, and she stays put.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEulyxBCA6c

    Today is May 19, 602 AGC, somewhere near Hoikkali, Royal Oriental empire.

    The cabana is small, at least seen from outside. She knows it must be a bit bigger inside, and she stops by the entrance, feeling the smells of this exotic oriental night.

    - I was waiting for you, high lady nightling - says a man's voice, serious and grave - You can enter, Raýla. And my cumpliments for the journey. It must be very hard to travel only at night, but I'm here. Waiting. And I have your answer, already - the door opened with magic.
    - Good night, Moolu Wawhalooke - says her, entering the cabana.
    - This is not a cumpliment here at Royal orient, high lady. We use "Free-end with you, Mal-ec"; yes, yes, we use the same pronoun as in Oka.
    - I know a bit of your language, Moolu.
    - Of course. You were alive, when our people were divided, and the pilgrims went to Prisppe, to gather with the djines and form a new empire.
    - Yes - says her - You were the ones who fought against the Megalich.
    - Those were the times of heores, Raýla. Today's Royal Oriental society is full of corruption, disease and black magic, but we sorcerers keep our secrets alive, still today.
    - You say you have my answer, already.
    - Oke, you're always straight. Have a sit, here. (he levitated a chair for her). We may or may not agree, Raýla, that a huge Event is coming.
    - That is the exact motive I came, Moolu. You are the best stonecaster master, on this world. I could not tell you every reason of my visit in a letter.
    - You're being careful. (he says, in the dark of the sorcerer cabana). Why? You are the royal heir of an empire, High Lady. Why? Why do you travel alone? And, so far?
    - I'm the one who's in charge of the future of these worlds.
    - You are a hunter. Who's the hunt?
    - I have located the second Child of Chaos. You'll probably know, being a blackman and sorcerer, that before Royal Oriental do exist, the first Child was found amongst your people, at Ea's old capital, Indra. Now a ruin. She was blond, though. A girl daughter to a black mother, but she was blond. We thought the event was starting, but it wasn't. The event was delayed, to the future, no one knows why. She's Chaos, now.
    - I don't play with Chaos, high lady. She's twisted and dangerous enough.
    - The Guild of Thieves has the Child hold captive, now.
    - And you need me why? - his voice's of a man who knows every dark on the world.
    - I need you to teach the Children of Chaos, to get prepared to the Event.
    - Hhmmm,..... that? You need as master.
    - She's your people's, Moolu. And you must know the Thieves can't have her, or they'll be dangerous enough to command a world war on every empire.
    - And you need me to train a weapon, for the vampire empire?
    - High Lord Kokkiladon's aware of the Profecies, and I give you my word. We are in the best intentions, to make the passage as to save the greater number of people possible.
    - Hhmmm,... do you make a vow?
    - I vow for my people, to make all that's possible to grant a future.
    - That's good to know. Where's she been captive?
    - At the Order of Light's headquarters, here at Royal orient's capital, Hoikkali, we're going to see a blindman, who I know will tell us where it is.
    - The Second Sighter Blindman. He's a legend.
    - So, Moolu. You'll have everything I own, as you need. I already have one Child of Chaos, Mika. He's same age as the girl we need to save.
    - Let me think. I'll give your answer, but let me wet my throat, first.

    The huge black man, maybe the most powerful sorcerer on the world went to a a pile of bottles. He looked to the pile, and got one.

    A very small one, christal bottle, sitted in meditation position, facing Hoikkali direction, southeast from the cabana they are now.

    Moolu drinks the liquid, and closed his eyes.

    "Is it the Headquarter's direction? Probably, yes", thinks Raýla.

    The cabana is medium in size, with three ambients together. A living room, sleeping room, and a kitchen, all that with indefinite number of bags with small stones, all stones of power to be created, some already full of the magic need by common people on this whole region.

    Minutes were passing. He entered a trance, a powerful trance, and a translucid aura appeared on his shoulders, head, and arms.

    So, he opened his eyes, and stays looking to the unknown horizon.

    - Which is the passage which says the Hermit is needed?
    - You'll have to open their minds, to confront an unknown Enemy no one knows who he is. Then, by the Hermit teachings, two will need to chose between love, choice and weirdy, oposites must complete each other, and save the trikumai worlds into a world free from this Enemy, but everything's dubious, or in other words as they're written properly: The Inner Universe, and the Outer Universe. They'll need the Hermit teachings to chose how to confront the Enemy, and given what my people interprets from the Profecy, the Lovers are the key into the destiny of Magic itself, the Veil in itself, and they'll redefine Religion, and so, the rules will never possibly change again, evermore. The Hermit will teach the Children of Chaos to get lost, and to redefine what is, and what is not, and the Children will only face the Enemy with that. Love. The key is to lock the Enemy into his own time and space labyrinth, a thing no mortal can do, and still, they need to confront the Enemy's greatest Enigma, which no mortal or immortal other than a Child of Chaos would ever understand. The Chosen One will only be chosen by the Enemy himself, both will get lost, and this Child will face the power of a thousand Gods. We are not sure about one part of the Profecy, which says "Two will become One, and Seal the Future in a Two Way Evermore", it says. We believe this is surely the solution, but we don't know what it is. The Hermit is the one who'll teach 'em what Love is, but we can't assume the two chosen are these or those; we can't chose. They'll do it by themselves. No vampire can teach that. We are predators, and our senses and feelings are distinct from those of the living. You're needed. The others won't be able to do it, as they don't know as much about the Dark as you do. So,.. You're the only chance we have.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73YeaH59wEI

    - I sense Truth in your discourse, High Lady. They'll need to be strong, and you know the only way is to show 'em things no youngsters should know, as suffering, disease, evil, madness and corruption.
    - I only know my mission's to prepare them, Moolu.
    - So is mine. We need to save the girl, because the Thieves could be a tremendous and powerful organ into the new world "evermore", as you say, and no one would stop them anymore.
    - So,... you're coming with me?
    - I do - says him, finally - Wait for me outside, High Lady, while I get my travel bag ready. We need to travel during night time. I know a place at Hoikkali you can rest during daylight, and you probably know you cannot enter the Order of Light headquarters, so I'll talk to the Hierophant myself. Free-end be with us.
    - I'll wait outside - and the huntress rose, and got outside.

    The door opened with magic, and Raýla came close to her dactyl, Sippoi.

    Down the mountain she sees a lantern, and two people investigating the swamps, with much care. Who would do that, as being a mortal makes you able to do that during daytime? They speak in whispers. A man, with care not to frighten a boy, the two as ghosts on the night.

    After some time, Moolu came out of the cabana.

    - What are they doing? - she wonders.
    - Who? Ohe, that. They're son and grandson to the enterprise which runs this plantations in this area. People say both are mad, because they're hunting Dindjas.
    - Dindjas. Are those related to Naemons?
    - There's not a good word to translate to Oka, or the abbas dialect. A Naemon's a spirit who swear loyalty to it's master. A dindja's different. It's more like, an impression. They're not spirits, but the very impression Life let engraved on the Veil itself.
    - You have your better translation, so. Impression's a good name - says the lady.
    - We have only two hour to get Hoikkali.
    - Don't worry. That's easy to Sippoi. Are you going to take only a bag? Or is it a Bag of things?
    - Exactly - says the black sorcerer, and so he turned to the black dactyl and bowed slightly - So, you are Sippoi. Nice to meet you.
    - T`c, ckh`c ´n-ng - the dactyl answered, in clicks and nasal sounds.
    - Let's go - Raýla jumped over Sippoi, and pulled Moolu up - We can rest when we get to Hoikkali, Sippoi. I'll have you fresh meat. To Hoikkali (she murmured to the dactyl, who lowed her head and spread her wings). Hei!

    (Moolu at the Order of Light)

    The Temple's made of white stone, and many many windows look into every direction. Hoikkali is full of life, this morning, with vendors everywhere. Soldiers are seen, using their armour plates, and weird weapons the Order train them to use.

    - Hey, you! (says a guard) You with the bag.
    - Yes, Soldier. Free-end with you - says Moolu, bowing slowly.
    - Did you came in the name of another person? I was given order to talk to you.
    - That's correct, soldier.
    - Well, so you're the sorcerer the Blindman wants to see.
    - Exactly. He's not lost the gift, then.
    - Well. Come with me.

    The sorcerer was welcomed into the Sanctuary, and he saw the enormous hangar with flying ships anchored, all waiting to see the medicine their sick ones need. The blindman sighter's the Oracle, and Moolu talks to him no more than a couple of words, as Helo and Thank you, when the man handed a role of parchment sealed with a djine major symbol used by the Order seal unspeakable things on it to the sorcerer, then the sorcerer bowed and went off the Sanctuary. Moolu remember the only sealed djine parchment he saw on his life, as a young apprentice. This is all happening, now. He always knew. Hope is the only way, the only way to save the trikumai worlds, even if there no garantee they'll stay put, or the time of change won't destroy everything.

    He got back to the inn Raýla's waiting, but got some food on the way.

    - Do you have it? - questions the noble nightling.
    - You know this is beyond common magic, High Lady. We'll have to plan our actions, and our only hope is that no thief spies and oracles notice.
    - Open it.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tWJtRy_zHk

    (At the frontier of Royal Oriental, west borders)

    Here, with Nine Realms and Sidha Peninsula's alfes never agreeing with border properly, there's a huge area, in which there could be a whole empire, they gather by the mountains. There's a strange formation, on the horizon, a stone rock peak, they know now they must avoid going there. It's only a trap. The real entrance is down the valleys inside dark, or in other words, during night.

    Raýla and Moolu can see Koppekonde, a city at the frontier, by the valley entrance on the other side, but they're not going there.

    They found the long unused entrance within a kilomeasure labyrinth of planes.

    A contruct after the other, none could say these two are weak. They know every trap, and they could kill a whole army alone.

    Three hours later, they got to the place marked on the magically protected parchment.

    So they see her, down there, tied onto a rock.

    The young girl's partially in trance, they can sense, at the southwest side. They also can feel a smell, and a huge number of snake skin, measures long. It looks like the snake's the guardian of the prisoner, so they agree in silence to wait for the best moment.

    Raýla and Moolu stay in silence for an entire hour, just looking. Waiting, and sensing the dark to look for the sectoid which is now prey.

    When they saw the huge snake, fifteen measures long, Raýla jumped onto her head, and with a small blade, she hits the head and cuts the enormous serpent from the head to the tail, and Moolu made silence on the whole area to avoid anyone to spot the infiltration.

    But the gigantic snake didn't died, yet.

    She casted fire enough to kill a dozen attackers, but as fast as a lightning, Raýla was by Moolu's side, and they noded to each other.

    The stonecaster so got a stone of power and negated the snake's ward against fire. He then controled the fire, with another sorcery, gathering all the heat around the snake.

    The serpent died from it's own magic.

    Silently, with still a protection from any thief, they get to the girl.

    She's eyed, trembling, but safe.

    - We are here to save you, Eelwa, and,...

    Raýla got her face and looks inside her eyes, so the girl faint. She immedaitely look to the many holes on the walls, and to the sorcerer.

    - You negated your spell of silence. She was going to shout to call the thieves, so I put her to sleep. This was an usual practice before the Great War, from the Shadows.
    - Why would she do that? - he got a bad feeling about this - They're waiting for us.
    - More - she says - Look at the snake.

    The illusion started to fade, and in moments the snake wans't there anymore.

    - Congratulations - they listen to a man's voice, and sense movement in every hole on the walls.

    Raýla holds the girl's arm, and the sorcerer's arm with the other hand.

    - You went too far, this time - the man keeps speaking - You cannot confront us all. Surrender now.
    - Break the ironworks, and hold on my arm - says the noble nightling, and in a moment she got her bracelet and made a protective area around them.

    A number of darts stoped by the barrier, probably poisoned to make 'em sleep. The sorcerer used a stone power to break the ironworks, a thing no other arcanist would do on this world. As soon as she got the girl free, she unfocussed her eyes and entered a strange state, to contact her dactyl, and she sent the message "Go back home. And fly high. Fast", and she knows their only way out is trying to aport home. She recall her most important secret, to break the anchor on this place, at the same time they see the real guardian snake, snaking on the dark of the room.

    - We will locate you, if you break the barrier. And you're at the aim of the dark, now. Be wise, both of you, and surrender.

    Raýla raises the girl with much care but fast up her arms, and Moolu casts a strong cloud of smoke.

    When the smoke was pulled off that place by the aiming thieves at the dark, they saw the three were not there anymore, and they really escaped, taking the girl with 'em.

    - Analyze everything they did in here. We need to locate their destination.
    - Chief - says a younger thief to the master - There is a black dactyl flying over the mountains on the end of the valleys, and it's going northwest.
    - The trace shows a safe way home divine magic, Chief - says another thief, a bit older.
    - You may have escaped this time, - the chief looks to the place they vanished - but this Child is easy to locate, and we will find you. You'll pay for you boldness, with the perfect ambush. It's a matter of time.
    - Chief - says a strange voice, sounding different from their all.

    The thief leader looked to the snake, waiting.

    Omen of Malumbra, the dark of the room becomes even darker with it's presence.

    - You must forget the other, now. A rogue will never be a thief. You'll only waste your time looking for her, so I predict you'll need to find another Child.
    - You have said they could escape us, but I did not believed. You were right. What is needed to find another Child, Dark Oracle?
    - This time, you'll have to wait and prepare. I sense they're looking for all the Children of Chaos, so locate them, and you'll have the chance to know the exact location of each one, with time.
    - That's a wise advice. You all! You listened to the oracle.
    - Yes, Chief - said the thieves.

    (At the Royal Castle of Mujjénnigi)

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nN_ny1Y1g3g

    - Guards! - says Raýla as soon as they come from the aport circle.

    The guards beat the boots on the floor, prepared to listen to their master.

    - I had to use the special aportation, as a last resort. So, the Guild of Thieves may locate here, at any time. This way, you'll add special training against thieves from now on, every day. And let the captain of the guard know. This is to protect each and us all. Do your best.

    Still carrying the little girl, she went and entered the social areas of the castle.

    As soon as Kwiledýnngi Eelwa woke up, Moolu was there to explain everything to the girl. She accepted all he told her, and accepted well the mission of saving the world.

    The next morning, Raýla started to watch the two starting training.

    Raýla was at the upper part of the castle looking through the weirdglass, and Moolu started their training on the use of stones of power. Since the basics are easy, they're doing well. Even a non-trained common person would be able to use the stones, but Eelwa speaks too much, she moves too much, while Mika is straight, focused, and pay attention to each and every word Moolu speaks. The other two teachers only watch. Raýla knows they're thinking the same as she.

    And so, what was expected really happened.

    When Mika used a stone in the wrong way, the girl started to argue with him.

    - Who do think you are, boy? This could have hitted me! Are you mad?
    - I'm sorry. This will not happen again - says Mika.
    - What the hell did they do to you? You're the most passive person I've ever met! Of course you're gonna do it wrong again. That's how we learn it, and it's the only way.
    - Sorry, Eelwa - and he lowed his head a little.

    That was enough to make her jump over him, and immobilize the boy against the ground.

    Mika didn't expressed a lone sound, or a proper reaction.

    - What happens to you, boy? You don't even reacted to my attack - saya Eelwa, and Moolu frowned.
    - You two! Order! Let him go, Eelwa - says the master's deep thunder voice.
    - Yes, master - and she let the boy of the grip - He needs combat training, listen to me, master. I know what I'm saying.
    - Hhmmm,..... You. Get up, boy. What do you have to say?
    - I'm sorry, master - says Mika, standing up.
    - You see? You see now, master? He's a waste of a warrior. How can I trust my life to him in real combat?
    - I'm not a waste - he defended himself - He's our master, and we need to show respect.
    - Tell this and be kind to your enemy when he'll try and kill you - the girl concludes.
    - You're a barbarian - concludes the boy with no more words.
    - And you're not man enough for me.
    - Vulgar - he expressed all his feelings in one word.
    - Master! I want to challenge him - she asks.
    - You two. Silence - Moolu's deep and severe voice put them in order again - You'll have many oportunities to prove yourselves, but now we're teaching you the basics. Stay put.

    And the training continued, both frowning to each other.

    Would it be them?

    The profecy says Two were to be the chosen ones, and Lovers. Raýla understands why they're fighting. The girl's a free black girl, with a strong personality. A warrior. And the boy's a servant, white, used to low his head to a master, to be kind and polite, and only work. A worker. They'll never ever understand each other.

    Nothing could be more perfect than this.

    The heir of Kokkiladon got back to her daily work. This time, she knows who she must send a message to, and it is the dangerous Klosku, the black dragon, patron of the East. She had sense his interference into the aportation, and this requires a question. Why? Her secret was not enough to break the anchor the thieves made on that cave, but why the Royal Oriental patron interfered to set 'em free?

    And more: How did he knew they were there, and what they needed?

    "Time to send a message to Tayala, and start to prepare for the first moves of the Enemy. She must know by now who's going to be the suitor", she thinks with herself, in silence.

    She goes to the Magic Chrystal, her room of command, and summoned all her loyal captains.

    - Good morning, captains. We have loads to do.

    (End of Section)

    Some Considerations necessary

    How are they going to locate the next Child of Chaos?
    Are Eelwa and Mika the Chosen Ones, the two who will defeat the Enemy?

I hope you're enjoying your reading, and,...
        ... Stay Plugged.

The Bogling Village (#00-3)

    Halloi, kakkai (Helo, everyone).

    And Be welcome to my adventure blog, the Wormbar.

    The original Resume was a bit messy, so I decided to rewrite them completely. A number of new info on stuff which were not noted is present. I'll also include some talking which were not noted on the resume, new words, names for people and places, a bit of the poltergeist language, on Bogling version. The princess is going to have a new friend, in the place of the old noted King. That drives me up to a deeper thought on my own Story, in which I'll try to include some new material into the storyline, but I have that all in my mind.

    These sessions, which were 3, are a one post now.

    Sessions runned at :: 1. Log. At this time, it runned from Sat, '09, Sep 19, 08:00 PM, till Sun, Sep 20, 05:00 PM; 2. runned from Sep 25, '09 - till Sep 26, '09; And 3. runned from: Fri, 23 Oct 2009, til Sat, 24 Oct 2009.

    About the Music :: I do not intend any offence to anyone's right, and I do not really own the music I suggest my readers listen during the Story; the suggestion is in honour to the musicians who created those beautiful songs, and I explicitly want to thank you very much.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoxO8Gse5os

    New character ::

    Slash, the rogue, the princess best friend - rogue, leader (Lena's master)

    Notes :: A Leader does not have any special powers or magic, but he grants bonuses to others when he organize the combat from inside. This is not an original type of character for my system, but I adapted it.

    (On the last Mythic episode,...)

    And the Book closed.

    No one noticed the form of the Book, but Hadesh. It assumed a truely corrupted form, and he's sure the pages were made of living flesh.

    - Is everyone oke? - asked Tacke, to see if a negation was needed.

    Then, the princess turned back to them. They were all this time focused on the Book, but she's a rogue and she knows this is a perfect moment for a surprise attack againt them.

    - People. We're surrounded,.. by epic nightmares - she says.

    Hadesh quicly thought, as a last resort, to call the unique creature which could help right now. No, he never meant to call this odious creature in vain.
    As a lone last resort, really.

    - CHAOS !!!!

    And the nightmares, each and everyone, assumed fear into their faces.

    - Dear Dream. Now, they're MINE.

    (End of Session)

    Some Considerations necessary

    How comes the Book the White Mages of that secret society's a Dark Grimoire?
    And also, how comes Hadesh was able to open and close it?

    Who is the Enemy?

    The Bogling Village (#00-3)

    This is May 7, 602 AGC, but that doesn't mean much to the boglings.

    As soon as the group summoned Chaos, the little girl managed to get them off the Dream planes, together with an area of 12 square measures of dead magic Tacke just created with an epic negation. He said "I didn't know I could do epic negation", and the princess frowned. The travel's terrible. They see creatures of Chaos in every direction, and the mad Avatar's not trying to make a secret of that.

    They're travellling through Chaos.

    Half an hour later, they landed into Flausin's basement. The bogling simply disbelieved that, for the creature, he imagines the Chaos girl as a monster now, she knows where he lives, and that is indeed the most dangerous thing he ever thought of.

    Flausin's basement is a 60 square measures area. It's made of tough stone, brown. There are a number of shelves, all with notebooks, and ritualist equipment. The corner where they just landed is not much used, and the few wooden boxes which were there simply vanished, be them destroied or lost for ever he just wonder.
    There is a two way staircase going up, on the oposite corner, and a demi-ready ritual for teleport half done, what means he's probably ready to teleport at just any time, thought the professor.

    - This is mad as Hell - says the bogling.
    - Forget about what he just said, Chaos, and say what's happening. I just can't believe you took us off the Dream plane, but anyway. Tell me why.
    - Thaaat, probessor Brýmmus, I don't know - says the entity.
    - Do you know what happened to Hadesh, back there?
    - Hmm,..... no, Dorièn.
    - So, you're saying you just moved us here by your own presumption that we wanted to be here?
    - No, no, probessor. The Baklábading knows, it's the Future who needs you in here.
    - Who is the Future? - asked promptly Hadesh.
    - Hmm,... you're so smart, Kadesh, little messy, takkar, anyway. He's my best friend entity. How did you know I was talking about a creature, beast?
    - I'm a beast. - says Hadesh - You do already have your best answer, if you say so.
    - Chaos,...
    - Yes, my lordessýn brincessýn Rena, sayer, prayer, bessèc,...
    - Why don't you come here? - says Lena.
    - I don't,... get the point - but everyone noticed the Avatar's face changed a lot, by this having said.
    - I knew it. You can't get inside this area. Am I right?
    - No god or entity sees what happens inside an area of dead magic, ssýn. You're all going to thank me, one day, for doing what only I could do, and bring this dead land into displace,... hmm,... this place.
    - Flausin - called Hadesh.
    - Don't kill me. I've done all that with my good heart, and,... you're a beast.
    - That doesn't matter, anymore. Are we safe?
    - Well, my beast friend,... I guess,... we do - and the bogling looked with fear on his face to the Avatar present, what let it very clear, his dislike for that creature.
    - I've got the point, Hadesh - says Tacke - We thank you, Chaos. Please let us, now. We have a lot to do, and we don't need anything more right now, oke. Could you just let us alone?
    - Brave heart! Yes. H-Tah-ràan (pop!) - she vanished.

    They all looked Tacke, in silence, until Toriàn break the ice.

    - That was a dangerous thing to ask it from her, Tacke, but I don't believe it just worked. So, people, we need to talk, and seriously. This is all getting too strange.
    - Yes, Toriàn - says Hadesh - but I suggest we eat something now. We're just into talking during the last many hours, and we are tired.
    - I wish my friend Slash was in here. He does the best cooking I've ever tasted.
    - Who,... who's Slash, princess?
    - Ah,... Slash is my best friend, from Báech Islands. He's a rogue, Tacke. He just tought me about everything I know about being a rogue.
    - So, you're really a rogue - concluded Tacke - I was wondering when you'd say us that.
    - I well,... - she started.
    - That's perfect, princess - says Hadesh - We need now to stop calling you princess. You're a rogue princess, and that will run the world too fast.
    - I'm Kristallya the rogue, Hadesh. I've already chosen this name.
    - That sounds good, Kristallya - says Báech the djine - Do you want me to bring your friend here? I can do it. It's only a wish of distance.
    - Not now, Báech - asked Tacke.
    - Yes - sounded Toriàn - Tacke's right oke. We need to rest, and talk later.
    - We need to agree in one thing - asked Tacke - We need not to say anything which may or could be important outside the circle, 'cause this dead magic area is our only safeplace.

    Everyone agreed, and they went to sleep on the upper rooms.

    (Day two, at the Bogling Village)

    As soon as the group had waken up that morning, the house was full of life.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hp3OYnxhePg

    Boglings have many children. Flausin says he has already about eleven, and a grandchild. They're all part of the community, and parents doesn't care much about who's who. Everyone's just everyone's, and the older pawn always take care of the younger ones.

    Flausin's village, Wèneg prelate, is a huge area of underground constructions.

    There's a hill on the northside, which has a tree on the house with bogling scouts to say if barbarians are coming, but they never did.

    A two rocky mountains on west and south, and a lake on the east.

    Kristallya noticed that before, but now she can tell the others, that those areas, each and every one of these areas look extremely cursed. The plains after the scout hill too. There's a sense of danger, in every place. The boglings live there with no contact with other villages, and although their number is huge, and they have a number of hills on the base of the mountains to keep plantations, the village is completely isolated from the rest of the world. Children play on many places, but there are places no one can go, they say.

    Hadesh passed the day giving his best at medical care, as they have a quarentine hill to where all those terribly affected by unknown diseases go. There, Hadesh talks with a Totem. The totem of the beetle, once he never spoke with any totem in Toj, was really impressed with his knowledge of medicine, and the takkar says it's normal, where he comes from, and Treiyka lives a really harder time with medicine. It happens most of the medicine, potions and the remedies to most maladies come from predators, all levitating creatures which you need to hunt to get those medical elements, but the fact is that the creature is hunting you back, to eat you. That's not nice, the totem says. They agreed on the treatment of two boglings, today.

    At night, they gathered at the circle.

    - Well,... - started Tacke - I want to say something to start with. I don't like all these gods and entities, and dragons, and everything, interfering with our lives. I don't know what's happening. This all stinks. It looks like Chaos now took us from the care from the Dreammaker. What happens next?
    - Good question, Tack. I think the same - says Toriàn.
    - We could see now what on the Bag? It's a good way to start with.
    - Yeah, Kristallya! I bet it's full of things we could use - says the djine, happy.
    - We need to be careful, you two.
    - I know, Tacke. - says the rogue princess - It's all we have.
    - Do you have the Wand in there, Hadesh?
    - Yes, Tacke. The artificer didn't got it yet, 'cause that would happen only after Torièn give him the items, to get them all studied.
    - And I didn't, that's right. Tacke's right, though. They can be dangerous - concludes Toriàn.
    - What about your friend, Slash? - the djine asks to the rogue.
    - I don't know. I think it's better sending a message first, and than later bring him here. He's a skilled scout, and we're going to need him very much.
    - I'll send the message, - says Toriàn - because Tack needs to know the person.
    - Oh,... and you don't?
    - It won't be a magic message, Tack. I'll send an elemental.
    - Ah,.. that explains it all.
    - Toriàn, I need to talk to you.
    - You can say it, Hadesh.
    - Come here. I need to talk to you.

    While the others talked and started to get items off the Bag, Hadesh came with Torièn to a side, still inside the circle, but he spoke as a murmur.

    - I want to lear magic - says the takkar.
    - Oh, oke. I don't know precisely how to teach you, Hadesh. I am a mage from a Tradition, which means my methods are all family secrets. You see?
    - Oka. But I still need to learn magic, so,... can you help me?
    - I guess Tacke may help you. He's a Professor.
    - He's too careful with everything. I know, it's good. But he would teach me during the next fifteen years, and all I want is to learn magic now.
    - Magic is a tool, Hadesh, but it's also dangerous. Talk to him - and by these words from Toriàn, the takkar sighed and resumed the talking.

    They all were chosing items to use.

    - Are you ready, Hadesh?
    - What, Tacke? What you mean ready?
    - Get the Wand and the Book from the Bag yourself. I need to be sure.
    - About what? - asks the takkar.
    - Just do it. I need to be sure, and so I'll tell you.

    Hadesh took the White Wand and the Dark Grimoire from the Bag of Things.

    - Hold 'em. Oka. This way. Hmm,... yes.
    - What do you mean with "yes"? - the takkar questions the professor.
    - They're bounded to you.
    - And,... ?
    - It means they're yours, but the White Wand is dangerous. I can feel it. Take this wand for boiling water, we just found them on the Bag.
    - And do what?
    - You step out of the circle, and move it up and down, not too fast.

    Then, Hadesh went out off the circle. Everyone's looking, while he moves the wand for boiling water and a number of sparks come from the point of it.

    - And now?
    - Come back. It's done.
    - Done what? - asks Hadesh, entering the circle.
    - You have Aptitude. That's weird,...
    - Are you going to explain it, or not, Tacke?
    - Well, Hadesh. The question is, how could you don't know you have Magic aptitude? Don't you have magic schools on your world, Treiyka?
    - No. None. Magic is a really rare happening for us, takkar.
    - That pretty much explains basically all I know about takkar, and the weird knowledge people say your race has, all those theories, and,...
    - And?
    - Do you, takkar,... do you believe in Gods?
    - No. But I'm an exception.
    - Why?
    - I worship Drahmai, the Dragon Godess. That's all. My people just believe in avatars, prophets, and people who come with messages from the universal principle, which you can't call it a god. I don't like talking about this. Why are you asking me this all?
    - I listened what you talked with Toriàn.
    - See why I wanted to take him off to talk, now? We don't have much time to ourselves into this group.
    - I can help you. But you'll need to follow my words on everything.
    - I,... (he sighed)... accept.
    - Now, in terms of Magic and teaching, I'm your Master. I don't care what you do with the rest of your life, but in everything about Magic, you must follow my words.
    - Yes. I accept.
    - Oka.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVH91f3GLmM

    The items were many, after all.

    A bracelet of mental protection, it stays with Kristallya, once Hadesh have one made for his mother. He says his godess explained how to make it when she was pregnant. An alchemy book on how to create items of power, but with dangerous moistures, to Toriàn. A pen with everlasting ink, Tacke. A sword which no one could take it off the sheath, and the djine tried a wish to do it and for instants he was in another dimension, a place with nothing, nothing but darkness, and a presence. They don't want to do anything with that sword. It has a symbol on it's handhold, no one can see it properly. But it's no evil or bad anyhow, they all sense. The wand to boil water, the magic practicioner's, into the Bag. The small Ball which Hadesh was trying to use as a ring, Tacke says to Hadesh to put those special items in a special corner into the Bag. "I am already doing it", he replied. A rug for meditation, probably a magic item for djines, "Yes! You're right, Toriàn. It is indeed a magic carpet", says the djine very happy with his new magic carpet.

    The majority of items from the Bag were broken.

    - Oka! This is mine - says Prýmmus.
    - What is it, Tacke? You can chose anything - says the rogue princess.
    - It's a lucky potion, and it's mine. No one else's.

    Hadesh only looked Tacke, with a smile on his lizarding face.

    The other few which are oke are a kit for elements used in Rituals, now Flausin's. A small crosso-bow with three arrows, two on a side, for Kristallya. A small miracle bottle with sanctified water, from the godess of Travel, that Hadesh asked to get. A broken scepter, with the old symbol of the lost city of Vallor, that Toriàn says he'll study, for his family may have something about that symbol. A small bottle with blood, Torièn says it's from a vampire, and by the look of it, some elder's blood, now Toriàn's. At least, a very strange binoculars which can show the aura of just everything, for what they tested, would help Flausin and Kristallya to be better scouts, specially in the Wastes, the lands of barbarians and boglings.

    (The Bogling Assembly)

    Three days later, the group was accepted to enter the Assembly.

    During the talk the boglings all found strange a sidha in their village, because Tacke now lost completely his middle alfe's beard (At the creation of the dead magic area?). He speaks bogling's language, and decided not to translate the words to his fellows. Boglings are cruel with their observations, and very very direct with their opinions when they talk.

    The Assembly asked them to do missions to the village, in exchange for their acceptance.

    (The Missions)

    Two days after that, they went to the first mission.

    With their new items of power, they were confident on their success. It happens the first mission is to find a beast which kill everyone, when passing the east way out. The group goes and finds out it's a terrant shark, a beast from Treiyka, and Hadesh was used as bait. The fight is difficult, even with their new items. After negating all their powers, the creature's finally killed by the group. Tacke knows what to do. He remembers with all his might the books on which professors study beasts at the Academy, and manage to get the shark's brain intact, saying he's going to have a Wondrous Wand now, made with the creature's so rare living telluron's brain.

    The second mission, three days later, is the passage between the two mountains.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_evkY46fzI

    It's the passage to the other bogling villages and territories, which Toriàn sees could be the best outpost ever, but there's a monster in there too.

    Then, the group comes with Kristallya on the heading as a scout, and Flausin flying around, to discover it is another beast from Treiyka. How comes this? They're creatures from another world,...

    Some time later, and during the hunting for the Sedie, they find it's a well organized series of constructs, or people made planes. Hadesh is dredged to the planes, and find a nest. On the nest, there are two eggs. The eggs are a strange matter, and a strange cyan morbid colour. He listens to a voice in snake language, saying "Leave. Go away", and he recognized a basilysk voice. He left, at the time the others followed his instructions on how to hunt a sedie and finally got the creature killed. He says only this is not the place to talk about it, and they should call Kristallya's friend today, because they need more people to do this.

    They took five days to take the two missions, and tonight, they called Slash the rogue with a message, and as soon as the rogue confirmed his presence, the djine invoked him from Nekolya islands on Nine Realms. He is introduced by Kristallya, and they talked most of that night. So, Kristallya remembered his cooking skills, and they passed the rest of that night, and the day following eating his most special cooking, meat on the fire. Kids were entering and moving everything of it's place, today.

    Then, Slash and Kristallya were the scouts, now.

    The third mission, four days later, is to drestroy the curses on a place called Cursed Lakes, and it's obviously cursed, even if you look from afar.

    First, Toriàn made a boat. They fought three giant scorpions of four pincers, on the beach. And as soon as they entered the lake, to go the place the Assembly says the curse come from, they notice the bottom of this lake is an enormous pile of dead bodies. Undead? They don't know. Tacke passes the entire mission negating curses, to way passage for the group. At the island, they find it's a prison, not to let anyone out, and not a place to keep dead bodies to march over the bogling vilages.

    They find the centre of the Cursed Lake, and fight a number of spectres. They all come from the prison itself, and soon Toriàn, Flausin and Kristallya were dredged into the prison. There, they locate a woman, a beautiful woman, who liked Toriàn a lot, and disliked Kristallya for the fact she's a Báech, but then, questioned, she says she knows Kristallya's a Báech because she knows the Báech very well. Her body's dead for a long time, she says, and as soon as their friends break the barrier, she'll die. She has a very special item, a Ring of Power, member of a family of Rings so special she can't give it to a Báech. Then, Toriàn's chosen as the next bearer, and she kissed his face when the barrier was destroied, and vanished, but the mage feels a strong unknown anger, and simply didn't wanted to talk about that.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMfoRqbS-Ko

    - Impressive. - they listened to a voice - You two mages are probably future oponents to my level. So, I'll let you get off the prison. You two get prepared for a future duel.

    And the prison was broken, with these words.

    They listened to a magic word, which made them all feel they`re going to die.

    No one listened to that voice, but Tacke and Toriàn, and the others said it's only to frighten them. Then, Tacke remembered it IS frightening enough.

    The transparent woman, they already know to exist appears, saying "Sshhh,..." to them, in front of each one, but Tacke used all his might to remember the word. He sees the others didn't. He wants to know what is this secret words they must forget so strongly.

    While trying to get off the island, Hadesh tries to fly. His wings are a bit different, larger, but that is a really small change in his takkar beast form.

    But well, what he sees is another dimension, plane, or he can't describe.

    There's a huge black tower on the island, in this other dimension. A huge dark forest, which extends until off the bogling village, and through the plains. He could not see the passagem between the two mountains, but he saw fire on the forest, and six imense flying creatures over the fire. They were creatures of Darkness. He was so sure, he could not feel better when he fell back from that plane, and he decided not to talk about that in here, for their only safeplace is the Circle.

    To get out of the cursed island, they had to follow a strange light, emerald green. A small spot on the huge island, which only the magic aura binoculars could show. This is a colour which means hope, and they find a dead skeleton holding a wand and a message sealed with the symbol of Life, then the group protect Flausin while he makes the ritual of teleport. They got the skeleton and it's backpack, and soon the group was at Flausin's basement.

    (A New Talking, May 21, 602 AGC)

    - Oka. This is really dangerous. I didn't liked this, at all.
    - Thàt, my precious rogue lady - says Slash - is a real talking about danger, not those escapes we managed to teach you when back the Báech Islands. Now, you know what's a real mission. A real business. Now, yes. Real danger.
    - But she's right, Slash - says the professor - We could not have come back.
    - What's the deal? I'm new to the group.
    - I have a family, Slash.
    - Oke. That explains it to me. I don't need any more words.
    - I agree. This was too dangerous - says Toriàn.
    - What you think, lizardee?
    - I've been into worse pampas before, Báech, but I agree with them.
    - What can we do, now?
    - That, Kristallya - says Tack - we must decide. I guess I'm coming back home. I need to take care of my children, and my wife, well, she's a professor too, and we have to work.
    - We have done everything possible for Flausin's village, now.
    - Yey! I have to thank you, people. This puts my village in advantage over every other bogling villages, and we'll probably be the main village now that the monsters are dead. I'll need time to organize the caravans, and I'll be the richest bogling in the world.
    - Hey! Everyone - Kristallya pointed outside the circle - Look.

    There was a transparent woman in a hood, outside.

    - I am the Essence of Death, the Avatar of Efemmera. I'm here to bring a message from the Dreammaker, o Dream Mal-èc, for you. He said he united you for a very important mission, remember, the first mission that put the group together. To find and recover the Dreams and Futures of the world's Leaders-to-be, and you did one mission. (she made a pause). Senhor dos Sonhos said he can't keep up on amplifying your teleport and other magic and powers, more than he did up till now. He is up to his duty, and have a message of welcome to you group. For the next six months, he know you won't be in any danger. You and your families (she waved softly to Tacke, with this frase). You will have a last teleport home.
    - He will take off the protections?!? (immediately asked Tack).
    - He knows you won't be in any danger for the next six months, and you and your families will be safe (said Death). What the Dreammaker wants, (pause), is to give you six months to think about the important missions he asked you to do for him, and for the future of this worlds. You'll have time to think, and he knows you don't need extra protection during this time, he's sure of it.
    - What he wants from us during these six months? (asked Hadesh, being careful).
    - You'll have time to go on with your personal life. He knows you have things to do. You have to plan and decide, if you'll accept the missions he asked you to do.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKvyFF41dLo

    - And.. if we need some protection?.. just, well... in case we need? - asked Torièn.
    - The Dreammaker said you'll have the option to call him, in audible voice, and he will listen. Remember that you have six months, and your magic and powers won't be amplified by the powers of Dream. This is the message I had to you. Now, in six months, you decide and wait for the contact from the Dreammaker.

    Saying this, the Essence of Death waved her head and disappeared without any other word.

    (Time to get back Home)

    - You listened. What do you think?
    - Well, Tack - says Toriàn - I think we can meet at my territory, then.
    - That's a good idea - replies the professor.
    - Can I come with you, Tack? And Slash? I need him.
    - Why, Kristallya?
    - I'll explain, professor - says Slash - I have additional training for Kristallya.
    - That counts three with me, then.
    - I thought you'd forget about me, Tacke. Sorry.
    - How could I do it, Hadesh?
    - I don't know,... just,...
    - Your magic training's going to be hard, Hadesh. You swear to care for my family, and I'll teach you all I can in these months to come.
    - I accept that, professor.
    - We could gather in five months?
    - Why, Flausin? - asked Tacke.
    - We'll need time to come to an agreement. I just need time to gather the Assembly, and I'll need to put them in training, all the young boglings. But well, that's my problem.
    - It looks like the Dreammaker thinks we're out of the road, and I think your problems are mine too, Flausin - says the rogue princess.
    - That's almost like I love you, coming from an ejik princess, to me.
    - That,... wans't needed, Flausin - Hadesh judges.
    - No problem, Hadesh - says Lena - I understand that as a Thank you.
    - That`s what I`ve said - cries the bogling.

    They all prepared to go, and say goodbye to Flausin.

    When the group was finally off, the bogling gathered with the Assembly. The help of a sidha was the most comented thing on the meeting. They planned to get the confidence of the other villages. As soon as the barbarians don`t attack, they`ll be safe. The bogling Assembly chose five boglings, which are a shaman, a seer, and three tricksters to help Flausin. They`d enter in contact with the other villages, and prepare to keep the caravans safe, and so the bogling village of Wèneg prelate will prosper, the group will gather in five months, and it all is right, at least from a bogling`s point of view.

    (End of Three Sessions)

    Some necessary words to be mentioned

    What Hadesh had seen? Is that the real form of that Island and bogling territory? If so, how comes they listened to that voice, Tacke and Toriàn, calling for a duel?

    How comes also Hadesh listened to a basilysk voice in the cave?

    And whose are those Eggs?

    This is a version of three days of play, but as I thought they could basicallly be resumed into one, and the other two will give birth to another Story, in parallel.

    I hope you're enjoying your reading, and,...
        ... Stay Plugged.

Báech Islands (#00-2)

    Hi, there.

    My name is Sol Cajueiro, and this is my Adventure Blog.

    I asked professor Susking Kuoi to review some notes, gave to us by another devisor, an extradimensional, Qòl, which is responsible for Cycle casting, a very difficult magic practice. The Deep Oracle's closed, so we don't know how to get to a more profound analysis, but here it is.

    Based on the Session played from friday September 11, 2009, 11:50 PM, til sunday September 13, 6:00 PM.

    About the Music :: I do not intend any offence to anyone's right, and I do not own the music I suggest my readers listen during the Story; the suggestion is in honour to the musicians who created those beautiful songs, and I want to thank you very much.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7-QIVGsE8k

    As this was a three days session, I want to introduce a resume. Don't want it to take too long, because the original post was too broken. A quite bad resume. This way, I'd better say this will need some remake, and the inclusion of dialogs I don't remember anymore, so they're being adapted into a play which is intended to make a vital change into the way to resume it.

    Brief words

    The world of Toj, /toi/, is a world of deep crisis which can't be resumed in a day.

    While Toriàn, Tacke, Hadesh, princess Lena Báech, and Báech the djine are at the Dream plane, and were invited by the Dreammaker, a noble entity, to stay there, things are happening.

    Each of them were entering their fellow's dreams, and out.

    First of all, scenes of people commenting on what's happened on Báech Islands, on Nine Realms, appears on everyone's dreams. They're affraid. "They say there's a secret order who controls the kingdom, Regent. (says a man in a turban). We need to forbid the djines to get involved", was a thing the djine Báech didn't like to listen, but others there were saying "That's amazing! We need to see what happens. And I listened a djine's involved. Yeah, that djine cursed with memory backlash. I saw him once. But well, he always respects the taboos". Lena was listening to a song, and a flower was singing "Ohe, misery o' me ; Ohe, laugh of a stone ; I fall into the sea ; Death, you're all done", and it sounded like terrifying to her.

    Tacke Prýmmus, with his family, a wife, a daughter and the twins, they were all dreaming of the Magic Forest, a place where all magic things live, at the Dream plane.

    Soon, they started to get worried, and had a family meeting.

    What Tack's wife says is that he's taking too much risk, but then the young Delenda said they're with him, and the noble entity's protecting them. His wife had an idea. They'd need to take much care, but soon the whole family agreed that they need magic to stay in balance, because they all are arcanists, and Tack suggest they form a better way into the future, other than what's happening. The family so agree to keep it secret for their good, and they'd all be looking for trustful people to help. A number of names were suggested. Jael, Tack's wife, asked him to start magic training with the younger twins, while she trains Delenda.

    Hadesh dreamed of books, many books, and he couldn't read any.

    "What place is this, Dreammaker?", he asks, and he start a journey into books named after people from the past, he knew where he could be. This is the memory of every dream people had, in all times. He focused on himself, and so finds a book made of bones, with thick parchment. He then remember he wanted so strongly freedom, he almost forgot he also has a people back in Treiyka. He sees the nightmares he have had. Soon, he wanted to see what was going to happen on the future, and when he tried, a beautiful white fairy appeared, saying "You shouldn't, Hadesh, because they will be gifted to you on the right time". This all ended, and he sees a forest, so deep and dark, with so immedaitely fear comming from it, he asked the white fairy where is that, "That,.. that is the Deep Forest. The place where deep dreams are born".

    Toriàn had nice dreams, all relaxing.

    New Character

    Flausin, a bogling, psionic and ritualist

    Báech Islands (#00-2)

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPkLhSVtPS4

    - So, we have the only option of exile for your people, princess - concluded Toriàn - As Hadesh says, he'll try to arrange that with his tribe, but you can never tell them. You know now, he fled. This map's so dreamy, Dreammaker. Could you fix it?
    - That, Toriàn, happens if you all stay too much time on the Dream.
    - What? (surprised Tack). Why?
    - You can't stay too long on the Dream, and not become a dream creature. I thought you'd know that, professor, as it's part of the plane studies on the Academy.
    - So, (says Jael), we're leaving as soon as your meeting end, Tack. (everyone looked to Tack's wife and children, sitted on the east side of that marble table). I'm really sorry for interrupting, Lord, but I think our children need to get back home.
    - My assistant Ke will open the gate to you, lady Prýmmus.
    - Thank you for your hospitality.
    - This,... (continued Toriàn), is the fleet (he pointed the moving ships on the map) the king says are gathering around the islands. Are you sure you have no idea where the items are, Lena?
    - I don't know. My strong memories about the castle are always about art, like paintings, sculptures, and other things like very old and noble furniture.
    - So,.... you have never used a lone secret passage, Lena?
    - Huh,... no, Hadesh. The only passage I know is the passage I told the magic name, the one down the biggest tree on my garden.
    - Where that passage goes, Lena?
    - Well, Tack,... it goes southwest and near the beach, where I always started my escapes. I think I know all I can know about the castle.
    - The castle, princess,... (resumed Tack), is no more.
    - How much time do we have until this entity you said could open the portal to Treiyka, Lord? - Torièn's voice was calling the urgency of that.
    - The Avatar of Chaos will open the portal, as soon as the magic Saint Baldee's doing work. His binding's going to protect the royal blood, not to pass the royalty to anyone else. It includes you, Lena, but Baldee's trying to keep it safe to you, and you must know that, whether your brother dies, you'll be Queen, and you'll have the responsability over your people.
    - I know that now, Lord.
    - Then, Heir of Andoohýne, we need your word.

    She listened to the Dreamlord's request and thought it all over. They need all artifacts they can get, as it is her brother the King's mission.

    - Let's wait until dark. That's going to give time to everyone pass the portal, and be safe. What do you think, Hadesh?
    - I would ask you to say that, Lena. - Hadesh answered.
    - So, be it.

    (At Báech Islands)

    At dusk, the message came to the Dreamlord that the portal was opened. At this same time, the doors of the Temple of Ivory opens. A small man came. The group knows, now, the Dream asked for their group to accept the help of a bogling. "He's a psionic and a ritualist, princess", said the Lord when she appeared disgusting, "And he's almost like a noble to his village and people. I asked the Deep Oracle for what's missing, and it says ´Order is trying to take your chance, Lord´. And the Oracle says he needs to be with you". The small bogling came to them, and says "Helo, I'm Flausin" in tachee, to the group, and they wainted for the best moment.

    Portals can't be opened at the Temple of Ivory.

    They had to go outside, and Ke opened the passage to them. A small dragon's eye-like opening in mid air, from which they could see only smoke, smoke and fire.

    As soon as they got to the castle, with magic ward against fire made by Toriàn, they sarted to get all items they could take into a magic bag given to them by Ke, the sacerdot. But, they got to a sealed room. Opened easy, because the castle's basically ruined. There, they opened a trapdoor Lena never know was there, and they listened to a voice, like a snake, saying "Go away", only a whisper. Hadesh assumed his takkar beast form and confronted the creature saying "I am the white dragon", and he fainted moments after that. At the same time, they all listened to something, a magic black magic spell did, that's what it sounds like, in the snake language, but although they've not being afected, their fellow takkar fainted.

    They got the trapdoor closed, and went to the other room, the bogling taking Hadesh with telekinesis.

    At the moment Hadesh awakes, he starts to attack. It was really fast, and Toriàn got his closed into a trap, to ask everyone what's happening.

    - I know this face. He has no memory.
    - Are you sure, Flausin?
    - Yes, Toriàn. I've seen a barbarian suffer that, once.
    - We're trying to help you, Hadesh.
    - Who's Hadesh? And who are you? - the takkar shouted.
    - You are Hadesh, and we're here to help you.

    The takkar beast, something they didn't know, could easily get off. But well, with no memory, he got lost of his own powers.

    - Tacke, where are you?
    - I'm on the room with the trapdoor. There's a vault behind the painting.

    Flausin simply vanished, and Toriàn said "He's only invisible, princess", but then, an instant later, Tack saw the vault opening, and whatever was in there to vanish. They listen "I got it", from the high pitched bogling, and soon decided that was the Royal Seal of Báech, in a ring. A little talk later, they decided to get off the island, and that was the most precious relic they could find. An hour later, Hadesh suspicious but trying to walk, they got in front of the Artificer's Workshop, the only place where they'd find a place with a magic name. Despite it shows the sing "Closed", they found the artificer home. He was carying a bag, and a staff, and urges to go with them. They agree, as soon as he explained he needed to stay because the White Mages ordered he never leaves the island, but he'll need to hide from them his whole life, and not to die in here.

    (At the Cave)

    - Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,.......

    The cave they came to was the only place with a name Tack could remember. It's a safeplace he knows, and it has beatiful stalactite formations, a number of water pools, and it's the right place to gather and help Hadesh, but well, this is a terrible moment. As soon as they got there, the djine called in a high tone voice, "Chaos!" and they saw the young girl for their very first time. A young ejik girl, blond hair and a white dress, with white eyes, who explained the djine was right to think she's the only entity who's expecting her title to be called in high tone voice, ever. But then, Tack was chosen to go get the takkar's memory back.

    On the dangerous plane of Oblivion.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAsXxkN-M9E

    This is a moment's journey, but it happens he suffered the same Hadesh suffered.

    - Hhòoaaaaahhhhhhhh,...... - shouts the professor, in despair.

    He immediately crouched, in complete hopelessness. Toriàn closed the cave with earth magic, and this moment they saw two things at the same time. A huge earth elemental came from the deep of the cave, and another entity appeared, a transparent woman, in a hood, only Hadesh recognizes. She says "Chaos" to the Avatar, and then simply orders "Go". The young Avatar, who's madly creating bubbles in the air, desapears, saying "Tcharhann!". It took several minutes to Tack came back to his own self, and he doesn't want to think what he has letf in the Oblivion, as Toriàn explained you always leave a memory in there when you come to that plane.

    The immense earth elemental asked them to clean everything, before leaving.

    As soon as Tacke recovered his self, the transparent woman was gone.

    But then, Hadesh remember seen the Artificer's Workshop, and there were loads of magic items in there, but when they were there today, there was nothing.

    - I'll make a deal with you, artificer.
    - Call me Byk, please. I'm not using the title of artificer, anymore.
    - Ohe. Well, Byk. I'll let you study this Wand, (and Hadesh took the White Wand from his bag), and you give us your bag you say you'll try to use to negociate your exile with the druids. I believe the druids won't like any item you may have, and so I'll find a place for you to stay.
    - I may offer the place, Hadesh. I'm Toriàn, Byk. You're welcome into my Deputy.
    - Ohe, I see. You're a noble deputy, from Royal Tachiza.
    - Call me Daytel, when I'm off my territory, please. You can be my major-domo, if you want. I offer you that in exchange for your services.
    - I don't plan creating more artifact, my lord.
    - I already know that, and I won't ask you to do that.

    Some time and talk later, the artificer accepted.

    (Back at the Temple of Ivory)

    - Stop! - asked the Dreamlord - Stop, please. You can't get items you don't know what they do from this Bag of Things, my guests. Stop doing that. Now I see why Chaos is interested in you all. This, here,... (he steped, and took the strange mirror Hadesh was trying to see what it does, and put back on the Bag),... that too, Flausin. Put it back on the Bag. Yes, oke. Now, I'll have to say. Your mission was a success, and the Royal Ring will be send to your brother the King, princess. The whole people of Báech's under Hadesh'es tribe care, Iloèslung. I mannaged to talk in the takkar oracle's dream, and he understood it to be a request from Saint Baldee, Hadesh, so they have no idea you're involved into this, at all.
    - Thank you, Dreammaker - says the takkar.
    - Now, you'll all need to stay out of the Dream place, for a while.
    - We know, Lord - replies Toriàn - We're going to need teleport home, as I need to take Byk to my castle.
    - My sacerdot will take you home, deputy.
    - Where am I going to stay?
    - That, princess Lena, is something you need to ask your fellow group - says the Lord - I could say your presence's waited in various places, but none are safe.
    - You can stay at my place, ejik. I'm a bogling. No one's gonna ever tchèc look for you at my villáge.
    - I don't know,....... (the princess mumbled).
    - That was brilliant, Flausin - concluded Tacke, happy.
    - I agree, professor - says the Lord - It's the only place she'd be in no danger. We don't know who's doing this all yet, so this is quite oke.
    - I'll need a fake name, too.
    - That'd be very good - agreed Tacke.
    - How do you say christal, in the djine language, Báech?
    - That would be Kristàllyu, princess.
    - Oke. I'll be Kristàllya the rogue. No need to worry, Tacke. I'm very found of rogues, as they were the only people who helped me, to get off the castle. Not thieves. Rogues. I remember my first time out, when I was thirteen. They invited me to drink, but I didn't drink.
    - Very wise of you, princess - says the Dream.

    They all noticed the Dream was with a terrible appearance, today. Like he was sick. It looks he changes appearance at the same way the amazing picture in movement on the walls change, in colour, in aspect, in every way they change and adapt from the world's sleeping people's dreams.

    (At Home)

    Two days later, it's a very quiet night at Ryklant.

    A night of new lessons for the twins, and today Jael says Delenda's lerned the principles of a spell, so Tacke's sleeping, waiting for news, but the news didn't came. During his dreams, a man in a silver armour came to talk to him, misty, and he says someone had lose his name. "What?", "Yes, middle alfe, 'tis what I said. There's a shadow coming from the west, a shadow with no name". "Who are you?", "I am the Porter. The Guardian of the Passage, a path all living must make, onde they'd have changed from living to the spirit world, middle alfe, but there's something wrong. There must be a messenger, coming". "Who's lost his name?", "I can't count how many they are, alfa-ejik, but you must be aware of that, and prepare for the tempest to come, for it will come". "Get off my dreams! I don't care who you are, or what you're trying to say! Leave me away, and never come back!", "As you wish, Professor. All I could do I've already done, but you're wrong getting angry with me. Wake up, alfa. You have things to do".

    So, Tacke woke up, with a sense of danger.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaHEG-VZttk

    Jael immediately woke up, and he says "Go! See the children. I'll watch the house. I sense danger, and you know I'm always right in this my sense".

    Children oke, and the two gargoile sentinels from the Academy didn't moved a sand dust off ther position.

    "This must be wrong,... what's happening?", he asks himself in thought.

    He coudn't sleep anymore, waiting for some message, and it came, about one hour later.

    - Tacke, it's Toriàn. Wake up. Tacke, I was at may place, and my magic candle for allies and friends in danger just lightened. My intuition never fails, and I've sent an elemental to find Hadesh. He's in danger. I can't say what it is, yet, but come to my place, as soon as you can. You know the magic name. I wasn't sleeping, so it's not a dream or anything that I imagined. Send an answer, as quickly as possible", says Torièn's voice.

    (At The Cave)

    A trance is a state of counciousness. And a monk is trained to achieve all these states at wish, what may include to fight under trance state.

    Now in trance, Hadesh tries to read the Book he looted from the White Mage. It says all about politics, and how to keep people under control. "One needs to make people do things by thinking they're doing it because of their very motifs, and not a Lord's word on that", he reads. A sense of silvery shadows come from the Book. He thinks there's also a numb fog in which he sees creatures. Very skinny, grey, and watching him. There is no sense or emotion on their faces. Is it an illusion made by the small Book? Can it do magic, so? He sees there are almost thirty creatures, with their long fingers making gestures to the others, but no sound, and still no emotion from their black eyes, no sense of being part of anything, he sees.

    And so, he sees a lightning in front of himself, a living lightning.

    He tries to listen, but the trance is mixed with the Book's magic of illusion. Is it real, this mad? Who are these creatures, and why they're talking in gestures?

    Minutes later, the creatures desapeared, and he got out of the trance.

    He then sees a lightning elemental, real, in front of himself. It shouts "Wake up, monk!", and makes gestures to him, in the form of lightning explosions. "You're real", he says, and he listened to a magic teleport nearby, about a hundred measures of distance. He stand up, to see the earth elemental at the entrance of the Cave, the same cave Tacke has lost his memories to restore his own, for Hadesh has lost them to that creature in the trapdoor, "He'll pay for that, one day", he decided. And then, Tack and Daytel came, walking in silence. When they saw he was oke, their faces became a clear relief, and they came to talk. "What happened, Hadesh?", and he answered "Nothing, Tack, but what are you doing here?", he asks. "Let's go my place to talk. I see the earth elemental was taking care of you, and I'll thank him. Wait for me at the teleport", says Toriàn, and he looked tense.

    But then, they didn't.

    A man, with silver hair, and dressed as a noble appears on the east of the rocks.

    They stay in silence, to see what happens. Toriàn sees the elemental readying for anything, so the man's not so peaceful as it could be. Is it? Is it the moment of danger? Torièn sense danger, but he can't say where it comes from, be it the man, or the planes. So, the man desapears, and the mist desapears together with him. they stay in silence, once more. Hadesh sense a smell, and the earth elemental looks at the other direction. A man is coming from the west, a silver hair man, and dressed as noble as the first. He stops. Hadesh sees he has horns, while the other, the first one, hadn't. Tacke and Toriàn can't say who was who. The man so says "I came at a difficult moment, elemental earth, so I'll come back later", and turned away to go, but the elemental stays tough. They could not do anything, a move could mean battle, and minutes later they decide to go.

    (At Toriàn's Castle)

    - Hhróoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrhhhhhh,.............

    Toriàn, without any notice, took Hadesh and Tacke to travel by lightning. He thought it would be faster than wait the two hours needed to make a teleport ritual. It just happens Hadesh enters frenzy when it happens, and they're in front of Toriàn's Castle.

    Hadesh assumed takkar beast form, immediately to attack.

    So, two, no, five mages appeared. One could get Hadesh off the other two, levitating him quickly. So, Tacke souted "Don't do anything! He's our friend", and Toriàn too, "He's my friend, Rude! Don't kill him!", than the mages who teleported there just stared the beast. "He's a takkar beast, Toriàn", to what Toriàn could only reply "I know. Hold him just until I talk to him". Moments later, the takkar came to his counsciousness, and the mages, who appear to be a  noble guard of each other, for what Tack noticed, they went away from teleport. Tack saw them not to make a move to teleport, and he tought "They can teleport freely? Nice to know,..", and helped Hadesh to come to his self again, to enter the Castle with Toriàn.

    Toriàn's Castle is a medium size castle.

    They can see everything's clean, and there are a few soldiers on a soldier room at the east side. Lights are all like bronze flames, they be torches. The furniture's white, and all wood's noble dark. The walls are all full of art, paintings, old pieces of silvery vala old equipments, not in use anymore. There's a huge staircase on the south, in the direction of the other parts of the Castle. A large passage, about ten measures wide, gives passage to the inner Castle's rooms, and probably the kitchens. A small office's on the left side, the west. All this constructed long ago, it's seen as the dark grey stones are really old, but even clean as just everything else.

    - Come with me to my private Apothekary, at the upper level.

    The noble deputy's voice were more casual, now, and they walked the stairway by his very side.

    - I sensed my Godess presence, by my side.
    - You already said that, Hadesh. I'm trying to focus on what happened. The second man, he was exactly the same as the first.
    - He was not. - says the takkar - He had horns. The first didn't.
    - Yes, it's what you say, but we saw horns on both - replied Tack, firmly.
    - Yes, Tack. I saw too - confirmed Toriàn.
    - Retell us what you saw, and quickly, because I have to get back to my bride.
    - But,... you're married, Tacke,... (said in doubt, Toriàn)
    - Yeh, you already have children, and a wife.
    - Perfect. I'll explain, now. You have seen Doppelganggers, Hadesh. They kill people and assume their lives, their form, and their mind and memories.
    - Huh,... are you sure, Tacke? - asked Toriàn.
    - Yes. But what are you doing with this on your hand, Hadesh?
    - It's a ring I've done, with a jewel from the Bag.
    - Hadesh, we need to study these items before we use them, as the Dream had said.
    - I know, Tacke, but it's beautiful and I want to use it.
    - Then, let me see it, Hadesh. I'll see if this is safe for you to use. - says Tack.
    - It becomes black when danger is near.
    - What? There's no item to do that, on the whole world of Toj. An item just identifies a trigger, and then it alerts you about that only trigger. There's no generic artifacts to do that you're saying.
    - It came to black when the doppels where there.
    - Then "that" can be a trigger, but it makes no sense at all. Let me see.
    - I agree with Tack, Hadesh.
    - So it's oke, I'll let you see it, but it's mine.
    - Are you sure you're oke, Hadesh?
    - I'm fine, Toriàn. What? You think I'm under control of the ring? I'm not.
    - That would be nonsense if I say something like that.
    - But you're right in be worried, Torièn. It's a means of comunication, and it seems like it can commune in any distance possible. It's too dangerous, Hadesh, as Toriàn's saying.
    - Right. Take everything from me. Take it. But I want the Bag, then - and he gives the small ball to Tack, a small christal ball, with a strange and fascinating mist inside.
    - What are we going to do with this? We don't know who's on the other side, Torièn.
    - I'll keep it. I have several vaults, on my Castle here. I'll let the artif,... sorry,... my butler to study it, and we can do it with every other piece from that Bag of Things.
    - That's pretty much of an ingenious idea you just had - admired Tacke.
    - Great. I'll keep the bones I used to make the ring, so - conclude Hadesh, sad.
    - We need to go and see the prin,... sorry,... go and see Kristàllya.
    - You're right, Tacke. We leave at the sunrise. Get rest, you two, come, I'll get a room for you, both close. This section of my Castle's full of rooms. I guess my ancestrors needed to gather loads of people at the Castle, but I never came up to see why. Come.
    - Calm down, Toriàn. I comes I was thinking about this all,... - started Tacke.
    - And?
    - Yes, Toriàn. And?
    - How domes Hadesh understand that noise from the trapdoor, at Báech Castle?
    - It wasn't a noise. They were words.
    - That's,... Snake language, Tacke.
    - Ohe, and "you" know Snake language, or,... that,... it's for Black Magic, my friend?
    - Tack,... I'll tell you a secret. Everyone does Black Magic. It's just,... no one needs to know about it. I'll have a book about it here to show you, Hadesh. I'll ge it from the vault, right now.
    - That's good to know, Toriàn - says Tacke.
    - You're at the Academy of Magic for too long, Tack. Here it is. Take it, Hadesh.
    - I listen to the book saying "Open me. I need you. Open me" - he says.
    - Put that back on the vault, Toriàn.
    - That's no good. It's my darkest book on Snakelang, I just can't give it to you, my friend. Oke. I'll put it back on the vault, then.
    - Thank you, Toriàn, because,... - says the takkar - I was just ready to get it from you, as the book was trying to control me.
    - And you say this is safe, Daytel?
    - I've never said Black Magic was safe, Tacke. It's only useful.
    - I see,... That's good to know.
    - What do you think could be that creature, on the trapdoor, Torièn?
    - That's obviously a Basillysk.
    - What?! Those are the vilest beast, ever! - shouted Tacke.
    - Not exactly, Tacke. They're only the oposite side of Dragons, in the Balance of Magic.
    - I know that. But you trust too much in yourself, Daytel.
    - I'm a Tradition mage, Tacke. My family have more secrets in itself than your Academy could count. I'm pretty sure Hadesh can deal with learning this language.
    - Not today, Toriàn - says the takkar - We need to rest.

    This ended up to be a very nice idea, Hadesh.

    (The Dream of a Fying Dindja)

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMUKwaXN_wA

    The takkar Hadesh went to a village, at the east. It was strange, firstly because they're black skinned, but soon they all looked ejik again, anyway. He spoted a group of little children playing. Six boys and seven girls. They were singing a song.

    "The black Dindja comes, when the night becomes, I pray, for the restless, hopeless, sickness with no homes. I pray, for the night, Kokka the Night. Ohe, my godess, my hope. Ohe, my Dindja hope, my blessed naemon woke, I pray for you, for me, for the hopeless; Ohe Dindja spirit, mistery, who walks the moschevara, the bara, and the streets which Noan cares, protect us from the Last, from the Death of All, my request, ohe, Nothingness", was their song.

    A sense of dread.

    He woke up with his mouth dry.

    (At the shore, by the Near Dream Fortress'es beach)

    - This is nonsense, Hadesh.
    - It's not, princess. I'm just saying the spirits know what's happening. They know, and they're doing nothing to help the world.
    - Where does your idea come from, Hadesh? - asked Tacke.
    - From a dream.
    - Great. - says the professor.
    - We ARE at the very place Dreams come, Tacke - replied the takkar - They all know. They control the world, and they use the Nothingness to freak people, so they get more followers.
    - That's nonsense. I agree with Kristàllya, now. - agreed Tacke.
    - Where's Flausin? - asked the princess.
    - Don't know - responded Hadesh, as it were just a distraction from the topic.
    - Your teleport is strange, Báech. How did you do it?
    - Nevermind, Tacke. I don't.
    - How can you teleport us from anywhere?
    - I guess,... as I am one of the very few djines who "cares" for the taboos, I, well, I'm better, or stronger, than other djines. I hope one day they understand, and stop doing nonsense wishes.
    - Hum,... nonsense wishes? - Tacke sighed.


    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1I6ZM3ZgW7s

    - What can we do now, Tacke? - started Toriàn - If we mark Flausin's words, there was a huge dragon going the way to Báech Islands. He says it almost blew him downwards. Where's him? Kristàllya, get Flausin back, please. But well, this could mean the obsidian dragon's going to fight the Basillysk.
    - What Basillysk, Toriàn?
    - I've already said that, Kristàllya. I've told you everything. This happens to be a very bad thing. We can count to two before a War starts.

    Suddenly, Hadesh assumed takkar beast form, and Torièn urged to fly him. He shouts lika a beast he is, and they then listen to Flausin's voice.

    - Don't let him out! He'll kill me! I'm with tha bad book! Don't let him out! - then, Flausin, invisible under his invisibility cloack, could sense the smell of his own flesh, burning.

    Moments were passing, and no one knows what to do.

    Hadesh then stops shouting.

    - I can negate your magic as a wish, Toriàn - says the takkar - Let me out. I won't kill this bastard, but I want my Book back.
    - Don't let him out! He'll kill me - shouts the bogling - It's burning! Aahhh! - and Flausin just throws the Book away, without more words.

    They looked.

    The small and simple Book was a dread one, now. "It's a Dark Grimoire, Tack. Hadesh, I'll let you down, but we need to take much care. This is too dangerous", and Toriàn let the takkar beast to come to the ground. They all then senses it's everything right. No danger's in there. There's nothing to care, to be worried with. They all forgot everything about War, dragons, or politics. This all was as having the sweetest dream of all their lives. It all ended. All their worst nightmares. That's all fine, and the world doesn't needs anything more. They feel home. They don't feel hungry, even if they'd not eaten for two days, already. Their minds were all clear. Everything they'd need was folowing the way the Book shows. Everything's gonna be fine, and they'll find peace. Prosperity. They don't wish nothing more, no more pain, no more suffering.

    - TENEATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Everyone listened to Tacke's shout, and the illusion and control ceases.

    - Are you with the flask the djine created to keep the dragon's malediction off you, Flausin?
    - Yes. Yes, Tack. It's here - and the bogling handed the flask to Tack. The mage soon put the bubble in which he sealed the illusion into the very djine's flask.
    - Hadesh,...
    - I know, Toriàn. It's too dangerous. And real.
    - You created a dead area, Tack.
    - What? - he looked - Ohe, I didn't know I could do epic negation.
    - I'll get the Book. Tack, be prepared to negate me.
    - Ok, Hadesh. I'm ready.


    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SkIUQpFaD0

    The takkar then took the Book he knows now is a Dark Grimoire, and it didn't burned his hands, nor tries to control him in any way.
    He remembers of it being guarded into a place with a Basillysk.


    Dark clouds assumes the sky on the planes of Dream, and the rain to fall, only it doesn't rains inside the area of negated magic spell; exactly where they are.

    So, the takkar concentrates on Snakelang, and speaks.

    - Submit yourself to me.

    As soon as everyone listened to that hisses they had to fight against the dark magic again. Now, it wanted them to follow Hadesh as their leader.

    Forever.

    The Dark Grimoire opened, and Hadesh's invaded by Corruption.

    He then urged to close the Book.

    - Submit yourself to me - he says again.

    And the Book closed.

    No one noticed the form of the Book, but Hadesh. It assumed a truely corrupted form, and he's sure the pages were made of living flesh.

    - Is everyone oke? - asked Tacke, to see if a negation was needed.

    Then, the princess turned back to them. They were all this time focused on the Book, but she's a rogue and she knows this is a perfect moment.

    - People. We're surrounded,.. by epic nightmares - she says.

    Hadesh quicly thought, as a last resort, to call the unique creature which could help. No, he never meant to call this odious creature in vain.
    Only as a last resort, really.

    - CHAOS!!!

    And the nightmares, each and everyone, assumed fear into their faces.

    - Dear Dream. Now, they're MINE.

    (End of Session)

    Some Considerations necessary

    How comes the Book the White Mages of that secret society's a Dark Grimoire?
    And also, how comes Hadesh was able to open and close it?

    Who is the Enemy?

    I hope you're enjoying your reading, and,...
        ... Stay Plugged.