hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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.
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I don't know what a dragoon is, but Grey Wardens don't have long lives, either. [She darts a sympathetic look, then frowns.] Why would someone assassinate him? Did you ever find out who did it?

[If he never got any closure, no wonder this is riding him.]

[Well, at least she understands that part. He's never really planned on living a long life, and has gotten used to the idea, even if it's hard to bear sometimes. He sighs heavily, shaking his head.]

No. I never found out. I was only a boy at the time, and... I had other responsibilities to attend to. I had no time or ability to investigate. [No time to truly mourn. No time to stop and actually let himself feel anything. Just keep moving on.] I took care of his dragon afterward... and... I had training to deal with. I had to prove myself to the remaining dragoons.

[She nods, likewise empathizing in her own way. It's not as though she had any ability to stop her own father, or follow him, not when she was a small child at the time.]

...you took care of his what? Really?

Does everyone else come from worlds where dragons are friendly, because the only kind I've ever met has tried to kill me.

Yes. His dragon. There was a time when we dragoons all rode upon them, though when airships became more common, raising dragons became... less so. Truly a shame. My father's was the last one, and she only responded to me... That was how I proved myself worthy of leading the dragoons.

[The Highwind name wasn't even enough to earn him that role. He may not have even stood a chance, being so young at the time, but he'd done the impossible, shown himself truly worthy of leading the dragoons.]

Hm... Well, I'm not sure about that. Some come from worlds where there aren't any dragons at all, which is truly a shameful thing. But plenty of them are also wild on my world, and dangerous.

Airships? Those sound awesome. But I'm sorry they lead to that, because raising dragons sounds awesome, too.

[Aren darts a sympathetic look, thinking that tameable -or at least non-hostile dragons living alongside people would be a majestic sight. But it's not to be in Thedas.]

How old were you when that happened?

I hope to restore our dragon-riding traditions soon enough, if I'm ever worthy of returning. But... yes... you could say that flying of any sort is incredible, no matter how it's done.

[He sighs, closing his eyes and bowing his head.]

Eleven years old. Old enough... to have known him, old enough that it was terribly devastating. But also young enough that I couldn't fend for myself. The king raised me as his own from that point onward, but... I always was my true father's son. That could never change.

Still...being raised by a king? You had it made.

[What Aren wouldn't have given for her and Rica to be raised in better surroundings, which would have been practically anywhere else than what they had. Yeah, she's a little envious.]

Not that I'm saying it wasn't terrible, but you had the best support you could possibly get, right?

Right... I shouldn't be ungrateful for that, and I'm not. I was fortunate that he was willing to take me in like a second son.

[A second, less praised son, but still, he did have all of the privileges that came with such a position. He wishes he'd appreciated certain aspects of it more, but he'd gotten carried away by his own jealousy.]

He favored Cecil over me... but he was a good king, regardless. It was as good a life as I could have had, for the most part. I wish... some things had been different. That my father had lived, for one thing...

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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