Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Dreamwalker part 2 event
Where: In your dreams
When: October 14th-20th (the second log will go up on Oct 23rd, please keep the two weeks of the event separate!)
Warnings: All different kinds of dreams falling under the umbrella of Delight, Rage, Sorrow, and Hope.

This time, the weird stuff doesn't happen when you're awake- as a matter of fact, your waking hours are the normal ones. That's because you're forced to sleep by some unknown entity, getting more and more exhausted by the moment as night falls. Better make sure you're always around a soft pillow.

Once asleep, it doesn't get any less weird- your dreams will be influenced by one of the four gods that make up the first week. Something to make you smile, something to make you angry- or something that reminds you of your deepest regret or most vulnerable hope, they're all things that you're dreaming about now for some reason, no matter how hard you may try to pull away from them.

To make matters more complicated, there are others intruding on your dreams who definitely don't belong there, and while they may seem like manifestations at first, it becomes clear that these others are actually the consciousness of other members of Hadriel, getting some top quality exposure to your angriest, happiest, most sorrowful moments. Hope it doesn't get awkward when you see them tomorrow...

► This log covers October 14th-20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► If you die in dreams you don't die in real life, but if you somehow die in real life anyway, please let us know here.

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daenerys targaryen ; ota

[lemontree]

( hit me up at my plotting comment or on plurk at kairaptor for any plotting! )

rage ; we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me

[lemontree]

" we will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground "


[ The setting is nondescript: a long, dark hallway, marbled and seemingly endless, with no notable features to speak of. It isn't the main focus of this dream. Rather, the interloper will notice the line of people, men and women, fighters and slavers. They stand in a long line and in silence, staring unblinkingly, barely moving. They're alive, but are more set dressing than anything else. They serve their purpose.

Daenerys, in black, walks in, heels echoing in the enormous hall. She seems single-minded as she approaches, stops in the center to look across the line, surveying in her own silence, for now. ]

You have wronged me. Harmed me, harmed my people. [ She speaks, but her mouth doesn't move. Their listen, but show no signs. Dany begins to walk alongside them, expression cold. ] You stood in my way, but could not stop me. I am the blood of the dragon, and I will sit the Iron Throne, as is my birthright. No man or woman can deny me that.

[ The room begins to change in that it grows brighter. No one reacts, of course, but traces of light begin to appear in flickering, warm tones. Dany is unfazed, hands folded in front of her, looking into the faces of Mirri Maz Duur, of Xaro Xhoan Daxos, of Dothraki and the Sons of the Harpy and dozens more. ]

I promised that my enemies would die screaming. I promised that I would burn your cities to the ground if you turned us away. I intend to keep those promises. I answer your injustices with true justice.

[ The room is gradually being consumed by fire, one not created by her dragons. It seems to crop up on its own, spreading across the hall, nonthreatening to Dany but clinging to the others. None react as they are burnt down to ash, and the young queen herself says nothing more as she watches.

It isn't enough. It doesn't change anything. ]

[paragonbrosca]

...you don't fuck around, that's for sure.

[Aren watches all this with raised eyebrows, the dwarf woman doing her best to stay away from the flames. Just because her gear makes her immune in the waking world doesn't mean it'll hold true in this dream. And she'd like to avoid being singed, just in case.]

Why were they stupid enough to be your enemies?

[lemontree]

[ Aren is safe from the flames. The dream's destruction is meant only for its figments, and Dany herself has no reason to wish harm upon the visitor. ]

You would have to ask them. [ Of course, they're all ashes, now, so that won't be easy. ] I wonder the same thing.

[ Only sometimes, though. If I look back, I am lost. ]

[paragonbrosca]

[She stares at the ashes, shaking her head. She's really the last person to lecture when it comes to taking vengeance after being wronged, so it doesn't even cross her mind. Instead, she's just curious.]

Did you really burn them like this? Are you are mage? [Mages can't rule over anything, not in Thedas. But she's beginning to see that the rules are different elsewhere.]

[stonebird]

(The young queen is impressive - beautiful and dominating - yet she is unlike Cersei. Sansa thinks she detects a heart in this one, though Daenerys's words are sharp. But shouldn't a queen be sharp and decisive when necessary? Shouldn't she answer injustices with justice? From her vantage point, she can see those accused either trembling or looking bored.

What awaits them? There are so many...

The fire catches her off-guard and she covers her mouth to muffle a yelp. The scent of burning flesh is nauseating and it is a long time before she can turn away from the pillar she is pressed against and look for the young queen.

Daenerys does not look...satisfied. But there is no one left to burn. Sansa approaches her quietly, curtsying before she is acknowledged.)

Your Grace?

[lemontree]

Lady Stark.

[ It's somehow not surprising that Sansa is here. The terrible scent vanishes all at once, as if clearing up the place for the guest. Dany does not look any happier, or any more satisfied, and glances to Sansa with impassive eyes. ]

Don't be afraid. You are not my enemy.

[ They may not be the closest of friends, but they've formed an alliance, or so she thinks. The Starks of the present are friends to the Targaryens. ]

They deserved to burn. [ She adds, as if justifying herself, as she turns back to the ashes. ]

hope ; i am no ordinary woman

[lemontree]

" my dreams come true "


[ In this dream, the setting is the city of King's Landing... or, it's supposed to be. Having never been there herself, Dany has no concept of what it looks like, and so, here, it appears as a featureless castle on a hill above a vibrant city, one that is much cleaner and generally happier than the real location of the Iron Throne.

Now, she is dressed in white. She is also smiling brilliantly, happier than she's ever been in Hadriel, surrounded by throngs of loyal citizens of all of the Seven Kingdoms. People carrying banners or wearing the colors of all of the Great Houses of Westeros are crowded around her, reaching out to touch her arm, her hair, the hem of her dress. As the dream progresses, their colors and banners change to reflect the Targaryens', and the crowd moves gradually through the streets, all clamoring to speak with their queen. ]

Please, this is too much. [ Dany laughs, overwhelmed, but the people of the city press to speak with her, to be near her. "We've been waiting for your return for so long," one says. "Thank you for freeing us from the Lannisters' tyranny," another says.

The group makes it to a set of stairs, and there, her advisors are standing and waiting for her. Jorah, Missandei, Grey Worm, Tyrion. They offer small bows, smiling, and walk with her up the steps to the top, where the Iron Throne sits. Dany doesn't take a seat, though: not yet. Rather, she turns to look out at the crowd, face awash with emotion, heart swelling with the warmth that she feels in this moment. ]

My friends. I am not deserving of the kindness you've shown me. [ There's an outburst, but she raises a hand to quiet them again. ] I'm only glad that we were able to restore order with so little bloodshed.

[ There's only a bit more to the speech, and then she settles down on the top step rather than sitting on the throne. Her advisors join her, two on either side. Overhead, three enormous dragons soar over the city just once, before continuing on their flight.

This is how it was always meant to be. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

[George has obviously never been here before, so she's taking a good, long look around to see all the sights. they're strangely non-specific, like it's an imagining of how things are supposed to be rather than a memory of how things truly are.

she decides to follow Dany on her progress. damn. George hadn't realized how important Dany truly was. sure, she talked like someone who was special and important, but that can always be a cover for insecurities. George would know.

she keeps on following, overhearing snatches of conversation that only make her wonder more about the other woman.

George watches the other people bow and takes a good long look at the Iron Throne. her first impression is, swords. her second impression is that it's a little much. but this has to be the first actual throne she's ever seen, so maybe they're all like that?

she decides to risk it and climbs the stairs, too, sitting as close to the other woman as she can]

Looks like one hell of a party.

[lemontree]

[ No one stops George. In fact, even Dany's closest advisors seem to welcome her, moving aside to let her pass and to sit near the queen. Dany herself smiles, laughing lightly at the comment. ]

It should be. Kings Landing has seen no joy since the Lannisters came. [ And before that, with the Usurper, but he's long gone. ] I hope you'll enjoy yourself.

[ That's the most important thing to her at the moment, that her people are able to relax and be happy with how things have changed. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

[George is slightly surprised by that, but she goes with it and sits next to Dany and smiles back]

They sure seem joyful to see you, though. And is it just me, or were those real, live dragons flying up there?

[George knows nothing of Westerosi poitics, but she can tell when people are happy. especially if they're happy after a long time of being unhappy and these people are definitely happy. jubilant, even]

delight ; the dragons are my children

[lemontree]

" they're the only children i'll ever have "


[ Dany is in blue, standing alone on a grassy hill. There is no temperature, but there is a breeze, one that raises and drops her silver tresses and which coaxes out a little smile.

As if from behind her back, three small dragons crawl out over her shoulder. Two nestle in at her arms while the black one perches on her shoulder. They all screech faintly as if talking, and she smiles even more at their chatter. ]

Shh. We'll find you something to eat. [ She starts walking across the lush field, but the little ones take off and fly away. Dany stops, looking a little concerned, and certainly at a loss. Before she can worry, though, they fly back... and have grown quite a bit. The green and the gold dragons continue their flight, happily winging overhead, but the black one lands nearby, lying down, eyes open and curious. Dany brightens again, walking over to him and stroking his enormous face, speaking in soft tones to the great beast. ]

What was I thinking? You don't need me to feed you anymore. It's been years since you were that small, since I had to cook your food for you...

[ Drogon huffs out an exhale in return. She's able to clamber onto his back, gradually, stepping up until she's nestled securely up high. With that, he rises again, soaring up and into the sky, sending a rush of wind and sweep of exhilaration through her. If the visitor to her dream was on the field earlier, they'll suddenly find themselves behind her, riding way above it on the dragon's back. ]

[naw]

[the skies had always been a great comfort to Nah, a temporary haven from the war and rot plaguing the lands below. so it's only to her greater delight that she sees other dragons— however unlike herself they may be, a dragon is a dragon and she's only ever met two others of her kind during her life.

she flies closer, cautiously, the tips of her wings grazing through wispy clouds. he's so much larger. not even her mother's dragon form was that impressive.]

Hello, there...? [tentatively, she calls out a greeting to Drogon. she hasn't noticed the rider on his back yet.]

[lemontree]

[ Drogon notices, his great, black head turning as he flies to peer at the other dragon. He's never seen another of his kind aside from his brothers, so his eyes widen slightly and he utters a cry (perhaps of surprise).

This attracts Dany's attention, who notices the other beast, too, and reacts similarly. ]

You can speak? [ She asks, amazed. Her own dragons, even in the dream, don't talk, but this one... ] You... are a dragon, too?

[naw]

Ah— [perhaps she was mistaken. maybe the dragons here (wherever "here" is) are closer to how the wyverns of her world are, who cannot speak. but the wyverns are like mice compared to Drogon's massive size.

her attention is abruptly swerved when she finally spots Dany, and she slightly ascends to see her at eye level.]

Yes. I am. [she's at a slight loss for words. a dozen questions run through her head, but she settles for a simple one:] Who are you?

[puzzlingly]

「From the clouds above, something starts descending, infinite rings of crimson and black scales twirl and twist themselves around the other dragon, never aiming to imprison, but to examine the other, perhaps. Impressive as it the black one might be (it really is) the serpent like shape of this one makes it look larger.

It voices a mighty growl and untangles itself, going on up ahead, turning back only to reveal a small figure sitting close to its head. Despite of the change of clothes (and looking like he had one heck of a tan) it definitely is him, Atem. He gives Daenerys a thumbs up and a rather bright grin; that's one heck of an amazing dragon, girl!

Osiris taunts Drogon twirls around him at some speed thats a little hard to imagine for something so big, he goes up ahead and keeps turning back, chase him, it says, bet you can't catch him!」

[lemontree]

[ Dany has only ever seen three dragons, of course, and Drogon is the largest of her three... which makes the sight of the new, crimson dragon something very shocking. Shocking, but - as the dream dictates - pleasing, too. ]

You have a dragon? [ She calls out to Atem, eyes wide and curious. No sooner does she ask, though, before Osiris twirls around them, seeming to call on them to fly on. Dany laughs happily, urging her own mount to go, to chase their companion. The black dragon obliges, roaring briefly, flapping his enormous wings as he goes. ]

[puzzlingly]

「Osiris drops down all the way, heading towards the ground, it's like a rollercoaster, only way better, and Atem cannot hold an exhilarating howl from the sensation.」

Come on, Daenerys!

「Loosen up, gurl!」

[restinglichface]

[It's one thing to be thrust into the dreams of her friends and family. It's another entirely to be pulled into the dreams of those she doesn't even know yet.

But Lup watches this stranger, surrounded by dragons, in slight awe, her head tipped to the side curiously, until quite suddenly she is there on the back of the dragon too, skinny arms locking around Dany's middle. The first rush of her stomach dropping out from beneath her leaves the elf bursting out into laughter, delighted by the suddenness of this all.]

Holy shit, this is the flippin' best!

[lemontree]

[ Dany doesn't seem bothered by the stranger's presence: how could she? In these moments, all she feels is delight, and laughs happily as the other does. ]

It is. There isn't anything else like it. [ Nothing carries the same feeling as flying through the skies on the backs of her children.

She doesn't realize it in this dream, but she's been missing them very much, in Hadriel. ]

sorrow ; when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east

[lemontree]

" when seas go dry, when mountains blow in the winds like leaves "


[ It's very, very hot, even out of the direct sun. The inside of the tent is a flurry of activity, with Dothraki men and women going in and out, carrying out various tasks, speaking their own language (though it will be intelligible to any visitors). A huge man carrying a baby is inside, sometimes sitting and playing with the child, sometimes standing and laughing and showing him off to others. The sounds of people and horses outside the tent can be heard, but there is one, jarring feature that makes the whole scene eerie in its seemingly-perfect happiness.

Dany is inside the tent, too, but no one seems to see or hear her. She looks more than a little distressed, face tear-stained, pacing and yelling and unable to change any feature of the display. ]

My sun and stars - [ She breathes brokenly, reaching out to the man holding the baby. ] You were both taken from me, this - this is not real. I will never see you again, neither of you...

[ Rhaego, the baby, babbles suddenly. Everyone in the tent is delighted except for his mother, who seems not only unable to change or interact with the scene, but also unable to leave it. ]

Please... [ If I look back, I am lost. She presses herself against one of the wooden columns of the tent, sliding down and sitting there with her face buried into her arms. Even if she can block out the sight of it, she can't ignore the sounds, which continue on and on. ] This cannot be, this is... more magic...

[ That awful magic, which had taken them from her to begin with. Dany's nails bite into the skin of her arm as she tries in vain to hide from the activity around her. ]

Don't torture me with these visions, not anymore...!

Re: sorrow ; when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery watches both Daenerys and the activity around her silently. she feels like she's intruding on something terribly intimate, something she shouldn't be seeing. Marg had heard that Daenerys had been the wife of a Dothraki horselord, but she hadn't heard that she loved him or that there was to be a child.

as Daenerys sinks to the ground, seemingly at a breaking point, Margaery finally approaches her. she sits down beside her and tentatively reaches out for her hand]

How can we make the visions stop?

[lemontree]

[ Dany seems startled out of her grief by someone speaking with her. In the dream, she doesn't quite recognize the other woman as Margaery Tyrell, and instead clasps her hand in return as if she's the only solid thing left in the world. ]

You - You can see me? No one else... [ She trails off, looking around. It's true: none of the Dothraki seem to notice her at all. Even Jorah Mormont, who comes in to the tent every so often, doesn't look her way. ]

I don't know. [ Dany breathes. ] This... is the warlocks' doing. They mean to keep me here forever.

[claritatis]

Daenerys.

[She slides to the floor and he makes his first move since he first found himself intruding on this scene, kneeling in front of her and placing his hands lightly on her shoulders. This isn't a place for him, but her reaction tells him that she should not be here either, and that despite the joyful scene this is anything but a place of happiness for her.

He shouldn't be here, but he is, and he can't stand by and watch while she's so obviously distressed.] You don't have to stay here.

[lemontree]

You don't understand. [ Neither does she, of course, but she isn't aware that it's a dream. Not yet. ] The warlocks mean to torture me so that I am... kept here forever, watching this...

[ If there's any chance that the Dragon Queen will remain in the House of the Undying with her 'husband' and 'son,' they'll take it. What do they care how much it pains her? ]

How can I leave them? [ She whispers, looking up to Ignis. ]