[Emet-Selch finds the quiet time in the evening, after dinner but before midnight to knock on Wildfire's door. He's still dressed in a suit and has a pair of wine glasses and a pair of Alcheme potions with him.]
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A thought occurred that I should do good on my word to follow up on our conversation during the game where we were forced to tell the truth. And thus, here I am, if you find yourself free.
[It does. He's drugged a few people at this point with it. Welcome to the club. He'll make sure they both make it to some sort of couch, chair, bed, non-hard surface before it takes effect.
And he'll wake up in this city. A sprawling place the hues of gray, green and purple. A quiet, peaceful place.
Emet-Selch is standing a few feet away from him still in his BARiTONES attire staring up at the spires.]
[This is the first time he ever experienced dreamwalking actually so when he wakes up as soon he falls asleep, he can't help feeling disorientated at the sudden change.
But even more so, the illuminated image of the city before him is what truly overwhelms him. He can't help but stare.]
Yes. This was our home. A utopia. A paradise. Free from war, free from strife, from the pettiness that seam to plaque others. Differences we did have, but always were we able to see eye to eye. Our similarities outweighing that which would split us apart.
[It wasn’t like he was expecting a happy ending based on Emet-Selch warning him that this wasn’t gonna be pleasant, but seeing it all change was enough of a shock that he can’t help but stand close.]
Welcome to the final days of Amaurot. The fabric of our star began to fray and the unchecked energies of creation begat malformed beasts. Our dread made manifest our deepest fears.
Its source came from depth within the star. It's reasoning, well, we never got close to its true source.
This is but a dream, a reflection. Nothing can truly hurt you here. Even I have nearly perished in some of my experimentation here and was only rewarded with a slight headache upon waking. You'll be fine.
Unfortunately, so. Ah, but would there have just been monsters, how easily we could have dealt with them. However...
[He pulls him close switching his grip from hand to wrist and he starts to navigate the burning city. Firey comets drop from the sky to the ground. Sometimes on unsuspecting Amaurotites. Though Emet-Selch does try to find the path with the least amount of charred corpses, but they do litter the ground.]
The land buckled; the cities burned; the waters ran red with blood. And once the fear has taken root, it cannot be expunged.
[A building or two will collapse around them as if a sinkhole had swallowed the entire multi-story skyscraper up.]
[I mean, there isn't really much to say, or more like, he didn't know what to say.
Just seeing the amount of bodies, the burning flesh, the deterioration, the bloody water...he'd practically be frozen stiff if he wasn't being dragged by the wrist. It's one thing to see it in memory form, and indeed he thought of Valour's own memories, but seeing it around you is definitely a different experience.]
[Emet-Selch keeps quiet as well as they walk. It is a good five minute walk, but they'll eventually end up on a rocky, dark purplish black platform. Very final boss like. They'll leave the burning city behind them.]
Just a little further and you can see the end of the world.
Date to be determined (but probably around 203)
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Oh, sup, Emecchi?
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Oh yeah, I'm not really busy right now.
[Opening the door for him to come inside.]
What's with the glasses?
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I do warn you now, what you see will not be pleasant. But I am here at your request.
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Okay... but are you sure about it?
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[Opening the potion bottles and pouring them in the wine glasses.]
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[Staring at the wine glass.]
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Cheers, then.
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Cheers.
[There is a brief moment of hesitation and then he chugs it down. Boy, I bet that stuff works good.]
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And he'll wake up in this city. A sprawling place the hues of gray, green and purple. A quiet, peaceful place.
Emet-Selch is standing a few feet away from him still in his BARiTONES attire staring up at the spires.]
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But even more so, the illuminated image of the city before him is what truly overwhelms him. He can't help but stare.]
Whoa... I've never seen anything like this.
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[Coming to stand next to him.]
She does fairly gleam, does she not?
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[The world goes dark for a moment and when he can see again}
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Wh...what...? Why?
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Welcome to the final days of Amaurot. The fabric of our star began to fray and the unchecked energies of creation begat malformed beasts. Our dread made manifest our deepest fears.
Its source came from depth within the star. It's reasoning, well, we never got close to its true source.
[And sure enough around him indistinct robed figures cower. Though they are huge. Emet-Selch himself probably does not reach their waist. And beasts prowl the streets and the sky.
He holds out a hand for Wildfire to take.]
Come. Let me show you. And do not stray far.
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What are these monsters??? It's definitely enough nightmare fuel for the next month, that's for sure.
He's definitely reaching for that hand though which, at the moment, is notably trembling.]
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This is but a dream, a reflection. Nothing can truly hurt you here. Even I have nearly perished in some of my experimentation here and was only rewarded with a slight headache upon waking. You'll be fine.
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[:(]
And they were real for you...
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[He pulls him close switching his grip from hand to wrist and he starts to navigate the burning city. Firey comets drop from the sky to the ground. Sometimes on unsuspecting Amaurotites. Though Emet-Selch does try to find the path with the least amount of charred corpses, but they do litter the ground.]
The land buckled; the cities burned; the waters ran red with blood. And once the fear has taken root, it cannot be expunged.
[A building or two will collapse around them as if a sinkhole had swallowed the entire multi-story skyscraper up.]
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Just seeing the amount of bodies, the burning flesh, the deterioration, the bloody water...he'd practically be frozen stiff if he wasn't being dragged by the wrist. It's one thing to see it in memory form, and indeed he thought of Valour's own memories, but seeing it around you is definitely a different experience.]
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Just a little further and you can see the end of the world.
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