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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[ Something to do with having lost the habit of asking questions while hanging out with the other robbers and murderers. But at least he has the bare facts, since shady characters who swear a lot tend to swear by Osiris. That is, they exclaim, "By Osiris, I'll kill you if you say that again!" Followed by much laugher and more irreligious cursing and swearing. ]

God of the underworld? But he is not here. How shall he judge me unless you first send me to him?

Precisely, I would have to sentence you to death first, do you want that?

「Who is this guy even... He's starting to wonder.」

Or would you prefer just shut your pretty mouth and make up for your sins?

Edited 2017-11-04 21:59 (UTC)

[ Scratches his head. Considers the dim and sorrowful underworld as described by the profane mouths of the robbers. ] Ah. . . not really.

[ Atem is not the only one who wonders! -- even Curufin sometimes has no idea who he himself might be. But it is not because he has forgotten his history -- that he knows well. ]

[ Grin. ] You like my mouth? Oh, thank you! I do love a compliment. [ Refrains from batting his dark eyelashes, just to be funny, though he's tempted. ]

I don't know if sins like mine can ever be made up for. But I suppose I could go back to smithing. When I travel through the poorer communities of your country, I often see people who do not have the basics because they cannot afford them. I used to do much of my work without asking for pay, and I could do so again. I could forge shovels, picks, hoes, and plowshares out of iron, so that your farmers may break the soil with better tools than wooden ones. I could make iron shoes for your traders' horses, so that they might travel farther and gather better goods for your people's use. And I could make iron wheels for their wagons, so that agains, the traders could journey farther, and so that the farmers could cart more goods to market with fewer breakdowns. I could make iron fences for the townspeople, to keep out the thieves. And I could hire the thieves and train them for a useful profession -- a good blacksmith generally makes a better living than the average thief, and lives a longer life.

Edited 2017-11-05 00:14 (UTC)

What can I say. It reminded me of someone I know.

「He might or not be glancing at certain Priest...

But Atem listens and, he's actually marveled, he wasn't expecting anything of the sort. He could indeed be useful, he could also be lying but the way he reacted to the way his spirit was being treated might be telling. There is certainly light there, entwined with his darkness, they make him whole.」

Does this good blacksmith have a name?

Then perhaps you have a soft spot in your heart for loudmouths. [ Smile. ]

[ He didn't actually have much hope that Atem was going to take him up on his offer. And so it surprises him to be asked who he is. ]

My name is Curufin Fëanorion. [ Which of course means Curufin son of Fëanor. ]

Don't let anyone know. 「What is this, winking to a prisoner... His priests seem a little appalled, but the gonna have to deal.」

Free this man off the chains. 「The guards that initially dragged him into the room do as told, lifting him to his feet afterwards.」

Come, Curufin Fëanorion, kneel before me. 「Just a excuse so they talk a little closer without having the entire room hear the conversation. Meanwhile, Rage is frustrated at this dream, unable to influence it further. What can we say? Atem does what he wants.」

They won't hear it from me! [ He winks back. ]

[ He allows the guards to remove his chains and pull him to his feet. He doesn't think they are any too pleased to do so, but what the heck. ]

Very well. [ A prince of the Noldor kneeling before a ruler of this foreign country? . . well, perhaps Curufin's pride isn't worth his life. Maybe there are more important things. Maybe there is a future. Rage can shove it -- she's had enough fine dining on Curufin's chronic anger. He rubs his shackle-scored wrists, and then some to the foot of the throne. He kneels. ]

「Atem leans forward and places his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. From that closer perspective and his loosened pose, he may just look like the young boy he is and not like the solemn king he's supposed to be. 」

If you pledge yourself to me, I'll make sure to find you a place in the palace. A good blacksmith is always welcomed. I will also gladly give you what you need to help those you wish to help. Would you like that, Curufin?

「 The only one that may be hearing what he says is his Vizier, never leaving Atem's side while on the throne room, but he doesn't seem to mind, he trusts him with his life, all of them, but this is between Curufin and Atem.」

[ And indeed, from this perspective, the pharaoh does look young! A young prince striving to manage the difficult tasks of leadership, trying to follow the best he knows, even when he doesn't really know and he must use his intuition in the end. And in the end, the responsibility is on him, and the results are on his head. Regardless that he's a king. ]

I will agree to that.

If I pledge myself to you, than what pledge will you accept? Shall I make my promise in my own words? And how should I name you in my pledge?

「Atem takes off one of his many golden rings and gives it to him.」

Show it to anyone and they will know your loyalty belongs to the Pharaoh, be careful of our enemies. And, I'm sure that anything that comes from your heart will be acceptable.

「And a little more off the record.」

But just so you know who are you are giving your loyalty to, my name is Atem. 「A little smile.」 I'm trusting it to you, please be kind with it, Curufin.

[ Curufin takes the ring and snaps it onto a fine chain that hangs around his neck, and then tucks the chain back into his shirt. That way, it won't be a temptation to the thieves of the city, but it will be available if needed to prove his credentials. ]

Thank you, Pharaoh.

And this will be my pledge: You have shown mercy and furthermore, friendship, to one who would have been seen by anyone else as simply an enemy to be destroyed. I will not forget it. You will have my loyalty, and I will strive to use my skills to meet the needs of your people. If there is ever anything you need from me and it is within my power to give it, you have only to ask. I, Curufin, swear this.

[ And he smiles back. ] Atem. Your name is safe with me. I will treasure it.

「The young Pharaoh merely gives him a nod, his smile intact all the time, acknowledging his words.

It is always a good day when he doesn't need to send someone to the their death, Atem will treasure this dream for as long as he can after he wakes.」

Go, Curufin. And don't make me regret my choice.

[ Curufin will treasure this dream, too. He smiles back. ]

I'l go now. And you won't be sorry you chose as you did.

[ He gives Atem a deep nod of respect, and then he turns and goes from the throne room -- off to start a new life. ]

Edited 2017-11-09 08:34 (UTC)

Event Log: Dreamwalker the Second

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