Stealing Your Dreams
General Summary
Month 10, Week 2, Year 918
“So bro, I’ma let you finish, but I had one of the best dreams of all time!!!"
The abrasive voice of the muscular dragonborn sharply interrupted his dwarven companion’s retelling of the dreams he had when the group was very recently entranced by fey magicks. “Damned dogfishes, you’ve used the same line every time one of us tried to talk on what we saw. This isn’t the Fax jerk-off hour.”
“But Mieszko, bro, I heard this dope story in my dream, so it’s like a dream in a dream. That’s like super deep and shit.” Fax Chadenthar popped open another bottle of Pescat Blue Ribbon and took a deep pull. “Plus, I gotta finish the story about what happened to that super cute goth chick I was telling you about.”
“Even in my dreams, I could not feel love and attraction. Such is my fate,” chimed in Gislibot, the perpetually morose vertically-challenged warforged. “Even in a fantasy, is it my destiny to never learn what it means to feel?”
“Sufferin’ sleeper sharks Gislibot, we’re trying to celebrate after finishing a job.” Mieszko hopped off the stump he was seated on and walked to the crate of PBR bottles. “I’m far too sober for whatever this is.”
“Fey illusions draw upon the magicks of dreams.” A black catfolk’s head poked out of the tree canopy above. “Sometimes great insight can be gleaned from them. Even in the case of…” Night in the Wood’s thought was left unfinished as she gazed at Fax beginning to start a set of two-finger push ups. Her few words said, she retracted back into tree cover.
“As gregarious as a Glacian goblin shark you are Night. I suppose there’s no harm in letting Fax finish his story. At least the tonality is more positive. But keep the bawdy bits to a minimum. Any more retelling of mucous-laden make-out sessions and I’m running back into that fairy hellhole.”
Fax expertly performed a kip up, his green scales glistening with sweat. “Yo, this is going to be lit!”
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“So, like where did I leave off? Oh yeah! Iymilae was telling me about how the remainder of them, tasked by the Lorescribe, made it into Ranrik Forgesorrow’s mansion. There, Cella Vivaldi -”
“Sanctimonious sawsharks Fax, that was a real person. She died a few decades ago in that whole Avicenna affair. I still don’t understand how this girl you saw in a dream knew someone who died ages ago.”
“Yo bro, my story. Let me finish and all will become clear.”
“Fine.”
“So anyways, she told me that Cella confronted Forgesorrow, who got agitated and started walking away. It was obvious to Iymilae that Forgesorrow had the dream egg thing and was afraid that the adventurers were (rightly) here to take it. And then they bumped into Spencer, in a disguise, and the unflappable maid Brona. Again, Iym thought the maid was ‘super sus.’ A bunch of them tried to chase after Forgesorrow, but the staircase to the upper part of his mansion has some magical effect on it, making it appear to continue forever in both directions.”
“Wasn’t there a piano that fell from the sky?”
“Mieszko, bro, that was so part three. This part is all about killer staircases and killer maids. So anyways, Iym told me she tried to find another way upstairs, exploring more of the mansion by herself. She found some stairs up, but the maid Brona suddenly appeared before her.”
“Litigious lantern sharks Fax, why all this concern over a maid? I mean, couldn’t they have locked her in a closet or knocked her out?”
“Bro! One, totally not cool in the eyes of Brosidon if she was just a maid. Two, Iym was pretty sure she wasn’t a real maid but a sleep paralysis demon in disguise. Bro! I mean, she totally said she was new but had too cool of a demeanor bro!”
“Sleep paralysis demon? Like the one that killed that Irving guy earlier in the story?”
“Chyeah.”
“So what happened next?”
“They tried to climb up to the second floor bro. But the chimera appeared and blocked the path. So they just kinda wandered in the mansion when it suddenly became night. I guess at some point, Spencer disappeared too.”
“Just like the tabaxi? Oks or something?”
“Yeah bro, just like Oksha. Iym says the name is Korean. But Iym said she met a guy named Chef Boyd who apparently had some righteous gains. He helped the remaining three find a way back to the main hall. But Brona appeared again. Cella antagonized her some, and followed after her. Iym was pretty sure that Brona was specifically Cella’s sleep paralysis demon, explaining why Cella was never seen again. And I was like ‘Bro! That’s like totally dope as shit that you figured it out!’ And she was like ‘OMG~I’m like so happy that you, like, respect my thoughts.’ And I was like ‘Bro, respect is the core value of Brosidon! That and gains!’ And then -”
“Nauseating nurse sharks Fax! Cut to the chase! I don’t this to turn into a story of how you played ‘turn glass,’ drank ‘gold teeth,’ and made out.”
“First off bro, it’s ‘flip cup’ and ‘Grey Fangs.’”
“Notably, he didn’t correct the third thing you said,” Night in the Woods pointed out, her head poking back into the clearing.
“Joy. Such an unattainable goal,” Gislibot noted.
“Alright bros! Let me finish! Then I’ll open it up for a Q&A. So, Iym managed to bypass the stairs by climbing around them. Yanfei almost died doing the same thing, jumping off the stairs and having a 10 foot fall turn into a 700 foot drop. But both of them made it upstairs and found a door that looked promising. But it was locked by a riddle that they were stumped by.”
“I like riddles. What was it?” Night asked.
“Truthfully bro, Iym said she didn’t remember.”
“Oh.” Night’s large eyes betrayed a hint of disappointment.
“But then they were confronted by a demon bro, similar to the one that killed Irving. Iym held it off as it went for Yanfei, and managed to outlast the douchebag. But then - get this bro - the king of all douchbags appeared! Spencer! It turns out, he was working with the sleep paralysis demons the whole time!”
Two surprised gasps and a deadpan “Oh no” rang out from Fax’s invested audience. He continued his tale, sensing the momentum in his favor. “But, like, Iym was dope as shit. She saved Yanfei from being finished off by Spencer, and then followed after him to a room where Forgesorrow was sleeping with this magic egg thing. She totally blasted them with fire bro, but was then suddenly transported into this trippy realm of floating rocks in a sky of strange colored stars. And it was there she saw the real body of Forgesorrow kneeling next to a giant egg!”
“Fucking floral banded wobbegongs Fax! What happened next? Did she save the day and stop that dream larvae from hatching?”
“Lol no way bro. She got washed. Forgesorrow blasted her off the island into the Sea of Dreams.”
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“Bro, she told me she’s lived out her wildest dreams over and over for who knows how long. That’s where we met when we got trapped by the fairy mist shit.”
“Aye Fax, living in a world of positive dreams doesn’t sound too bad,” Mieszko said, albeit with some doubt if he truly believed it. The abrupt ending to what was primed to be a heroic tale seemed to have sapped the enthusiasm out of the grove the Redscale Rumblers were encamped in.
“Unconsciously living in a world of dreams saps your will. Consciously living in an endless cycle of dreams even more so,” Night chimed in, speaking with a tone that suggested experience.
“Yeah bro. Plus, the Way of the Gainz teaches us to never settle and always work to improve your bodacious bods. When Iym made me realize I was trapped in a false reality, I knew I had to escape.”
“Perfection is only a false reality. The only true existence is imperfection,” Gislibot added.
“Zesty zebra sharks Fax, that was a hell of a story, even though you still never explained where Cella Vivaldi came from. But how can you be sure that all of that wasn’t part of the fey illusion? It seems like something that your mind would cook up.”
“Bro, you just know. Brosidon teaches his disciples how to tell real homies from fake ones. I just knew that Iym was real, trapped in dreams, but in a way far deeper than us.”
“Aye, you ever think you’ll free your girlfriend from the Plane of Dreams?”
Fax’s green scales turned faintly flushed. “She’s not my girlfriend bro! But...I totally got plans you know? Once we get back to base, I’ll totally find a way to free her! Bros never leave bros behind!”
“Goddamn gulfsharks Fax. You have me invested now. When you have a plan, count me in.”
“We’re friends after all,” Night added, dropping down from her vantage point to join her comrades on the forest floor. “Plus, you’ve got no chance against fey magicks without me.”
“Attaining a dream such as this is statistically unlikely. But to strive towards a goal. Is that not the true purpose of existence?” Gislibot joined in.
“Bros!” Fax cried out, his eyes glistening with tears of joy. Before he could express any more sentimentality, the group’s discussion was sharply interrupted.
“We have incoming! Look alive Rumblers!” a loud booming voice pierced the clearing. The source of the clarion cry was a regal-looking red dragonborn, looking heroically statuesque as they charged through the brush and addressed the group. Tatyan Xirrinish, their leader. “Funnily enough, it looks like one of the new recruits from the Guild. That snakefolk girl. If it’s really her, I wonder what she wants. But there’s a chance it could be a fey in disguise. Battle formation ‘Zos Ahrk Men!’”
-Credit to Kush for the summary
“So bro, I’ma let you finish, but I had one of the best dreams of all time!!!"
The abrasive voice of the muscular dragonborn sharply interrupted his dwarven companion’s retelling of the dreams he had when the group was very recently entranced by fey magicks. “Damned dogfishes, you’ve used the same line every time one of us tried to talk on what we saw. This isn’t the Fax jerk-off hour.”
“But Mieszko, bro, I heard this dope story in my dream, so it’s like a dream in a dream. That’s like super deep and shit.” Fax Chadenthar popped open another bottle of Pescat Blue Ribbon and took a deep pull. “Plus, I gotta finish the story about what happened to that super cute goth chick I was telling you about.”
“Even in my dreams, I could not feel love and attraction. Such is my fate,” chimed in Gislibot, the perpetually morose vertically-challenged warforged. “Even in a fantasy, is it my destiny to never learn what it means to feel?”
“Sufferin’ sleeper sharks Gislibot, we’re trying to celebrate after finishing a job.” Mieszko hopped off the stump he was seated on and walked to the crate of PBR bottles. “I’m far too sober for whatever this is.”
“Fey illusions draw upon the magicks of dreams.” A black catfolk’s head poked out of the tree canopy above. “Sometimes great insight can be gleaned from them. Even in the case of…” Night in the Wood’s thought was left unfinished as she gazed at Fax beginning to start a set of two-finger push ups. Her few words said, she retracted back into tree cover.
“As gregarious as a Glacian goblin shark you are Night. I suppose there’s no harm in letting Fax finish his story. At least the tonality is more positive. But keep the bawdy bits to a minimum. Any more retelling of mucous-laden make-out sessions and I’m running back into that fairy hellhole.”
Fax expertly performed a kip up, his green scales glistening with sweat. “Yo, this is going to be lit!”
__________
“So, like where did I leave off? Oh yeah! Iymilae was telling me about how the remainder of them, tasked by the Lorescribe, made it into Ranrik Forgesorrow’s mansion. There, Cella Vivaldi -”
“Sanctimonious sawsharks Fax, that was a real person. She died a few decades ago in that whole Avicenna affair. I still don’t understand how this girl you saw in a dream knew someone who died ages ago.”
“Yo bro, my story. Let me finish and all will become clear.”
“Fine.”
“So anyways, she told me that Cella confronted Forgesorrow, who got agitated and started walking away. It was obvious to Iymilae that Forgesorrow had the dream egg thing and was afraid that the adventurers were (rightly) here to take it. And then they bumped into Spencer, in a disguise, and the unflappable maid Brona. Again, Iym thought the maid was ‘super sus.’ A bunch of them tried to chase after Forgesorrow, but the staircase to the upper part of his mansion has some magical effect on it, making it appear to continue forever in both directions.”
“Wasn’t there a piano that fell from the sky?”
“Mieszko, bro, that was so part three. This part is all about killer staircases and killer maids. So anyways, Iym told me she tried to find another way upstairs, exploring more of the mansion by herself. She found some stairs up, but the maid Brona suddenly appeared before her.”
“Litigious lantern sharks Fax, why all this concern over a maid? I mean, couldn’t they have locked her in a closet or knocked her out?”
“Bro! One, totally not cool in the eyes of Brosidon if she was just a maid. Two, Iym was pretty sure she wasn’t a real maid but a sleep paralysis demon in disguise. Bro! I mean, she totally said she was new but had too cool of a demeanor bro!”
“Sleep paralysis demon? Like the one that killed that Irving guy earlier in the story?”
“Chyeah.”
“So what happened next?”
“They tried to climb up to the second floor bro. But the chimera appeared and blocked the path. So they just kinda wandered in the mansion when it suddenly became night. I guess at some point, Spencer disappeared too.”
“Just like the tabaxi? Oks or something?”
“Yeah bro, just like Oksha. Iym says the name is Korean. But Iym said she met a guy named Chef Boyd who apparently had some righteous gains. He helped the remaining three find a way back to the main hall. But Brona appeared again. Cella antagonized her some, and followed after her. Iym was pretty sure that Brona was specifically Cella’s sleep paralysis demon, explaining why Cella was never seen again. And I was like ‘Bro! That’s like totally dope as shit that you figured it out!’ And she was like ‘OMG~I’m like so happy that you, like, respect my thoughts.’ And I was like ‘Bro, respect is the core value of Brosidon! That and gains!’ And then -”
“Nauseating nurse sharks Fax! Cut to the chase! I don’t this to turn into a story of how you played ‘turn glass,’ drank ‘gold teeth,’ and made out.”
“First off bro, it’s ‘flip cup’ and ‘Grey Fangs.’”
“Notably, he didn’t correct the third thing you said,” Night in the Woods pointed out, her head poking back into the clearing.
“Joy. Such an unattainable goal,” Gislibot noted.
“Alright bros! Let me finish! Then I’ll open it up for a Q&A. So, Iym managed to bypass the stairs by climbing around them. Yanfei almost died doing the same thing, jumping off the stairs and having a 10 foot fall turn into a 700 foot drop. But both of them made it upstairs and found a door that looked promising. But it was locked by a riddle that they were stumped by.”
“I like riddles. What was it?” Night asked.
“Truthfully bro, Iym said she didn’t remember.”
“Oh.” Night’s large eyes betrayed a hint of disappointment.
“But then they were confronted by a demon bro, similar to the one that killed Irving. Iym held it off as it went for Yanfei, and managed to outlast the douchebag. But then - get this bro - the king of all douchbags appeared! Spencer! It turns out, he was working with the sleep paralysis demons the whole time!”
Two surprised gasps and a deadpan “Oh no” rang out from Fax’s invested audience. He continued his tale, sensing the momentum in his favor. “But, like, Iym was dope as shit. She saved Yanfei from being finished off by Spencer, and then followed after him to a room where Forgesorrow was sleeping with this magic egg thing. She totally blasted them with fire bro, but was then suddenly transported into this trippy realm of floating rocks in a sky of strange colored stars. And it was there she saw the real body of Forgesorrow kneeling next to a giant egg!”
“Fucking floral banded wobbegongs Fax! What happened next? Did she save the day and stop that dream larvae from hatching?”
“Lol no way bro. She got washed. Forgesorrow blasted her off the island into the Sea of Dreams.”
__________
“Bro, she told me she’s lived out her wildest dreams over and over for who knows how long. That’s where we met when we got trapped by the fairy mist shit.”
“Aye Fax, living in a world of positive dreams doesn’t sound too bad,” Mieszko said, albeit with some doubt if he truly believed it. The abrupt ending to what was primed to be a heroic tale seemed to have sapped the enthusiasm out of the grove the Redscale Rumblers were encamped in.
“Unconsciously living in a world of dreams saps your will. Consciously living in an endless cycle of dreams even more so,” Night chimed in, speaking with a tone that suggested experience.
“Yeah bro. Plus, the Way of the Gainz teaches us to never settle and always work to improve your bodacious bods. When Iym made me realize I was trapped in a false reality, I knew I had to escape.”
“Perfection is only a false reality. The only true existence is imperfection,” Gislibot added.
“Zesty zebra sharks Fax, that was a hell of a story, even though you still never explained where Cella Vivaldi came from. But how can you be sure that all of that wasn’t part of the fey illusion? It seems like something that your mind would cook up.”
“Bro, you just know. Brosidon teaches his disciples how to tell real homies from fake ones. I just knew that Iym was real, trapped in dreams, but in a way far deeper than us.”
“Aye, you ever think you’ll free your girlfriend from the Plane of Dreams?”
Fax’s green scales turned faintly flushed. “She’s not my girlfriend bro! But...I totally got plans you know? Once we get back to base, I’ll totally find a way to free her! Bros never leave bros behind!”
“Goddamn gulfsharks Fax. You have me invested now. When you have a plan, count me in.”
“We’re friends after all,” Night added, dropping down from her vantage point to join her comrades on the forest floor. “Plus, you’ve got no chance against fey magicks without me.”
“Attaining a dream such as this is statistically unlikely. But to strive towards a goal. Is that not the true purpose of existence?” Gislibot joined in.
“Bros!” Fax cried out, his eyes glistening with tears of joy. Before he could express any more sentimentality, the group’s discussion was sharply interrupted.
“We have incoming! Look alive Rumblers!” a loud booming voice pierced the clearing. The source of the clarion cry was a regal-looking red dragonborn, looking heroically statuesque as they charged through the brush and addressed the group. Tatyan Xirrinish, their leader. “Funnily enough, it looks like one of the new recruits from the Guild. That snakefolk girl. If it’s really her, I wonder what she wants. But there’s a chance it could be a fey in disguise. Battle formation ‘Zos Ahrk Men!’”
-Credit to Kush for the summary
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04 Oct 2021
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