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Post by Dionisia on Oct 7, 2022 10:34:08 GMT
Dio smiles. She follows silently.
When Brian lays down and looks at the stars Dio sits next to him and looks up as well.
A soft sigh.
"No, no stars for me. I am not allowed outside. One day i will be brought home by my parents. Where ever this is. But for now. For now i live in the convent. I am thaught by Mother Superior and the other nuns. Tested by the other girls. And i dream of other places and people."
She smiles at Brian.
"My tasks are always inside. And they are many. But it is what they say, idle hands will be devoured.. So i do not mind. What one doesn't know one doesn't miss in life."
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Post by Brian on Oct 7, 2022 10:39:45 GMT
Of course, a Dream couldn't tell me what the stars look like on their world.
"Yeah I've gotten bullied by kids in school. Dad gets on my case about it. But I mean.....If we are a different sort of people, then being mean to them is wrong. And like school says you shouldn't fight. Dad says that sort of thinking means people will walk all over me."
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 7, 2022 10:44:21 GMT
Dio frowns at Brian.
"Bullying that is fighting yes? If they harm you, you should tear them apart."
She says this in the calmest and sweetest voice not forced just the voice of a young girl.
"If you do not retaliate if you survived the bullying they will next time really get you. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. As long as you kill what failed to kill you."
She looks up with a pleasant smile.
"I like it here it is so calm... though i miss home as well. The sounds from the lower caverns are always soothing. It is their form of worship you know.."
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Post by Brian on Oct 7, 2022 10:47:29 GMT
"I mean SOMETIMES its fighting. Usually its mean words, or lying to people to try to turn people against you.....Its rarely fighting. But yeah what you said sounds kinda like what Dad and Mom would tell me."
I laugh a bit and turn to her. "I know right? Hey since this Lucid dreaming is going out wanna go some place I've never been but seen on TV and movies?"
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 7, 2022 10:50:48 GMT
Dio looks at Brian almost endearing.
"Mean words are just words. They only hold power to those with great power. Gain power, gain strength and you could even withstand certain words or use them yourself."
She stands and nods "Yes show me. I love to see new things."
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Post by Brian on Oct 7, 2022 11:32:58 GMT
...yeah, ages definitely a dream....I take her down the creek and it leads to a beach....an Irish beach. Its every story,every picture, and every imagination of a beach in Ireland.
" The story....long ago my ancestor and his brothers had a quarrel over their inheritance. The person whose hand touched the beach first would inherit it. So he cut his hand off and threw it onto the beach....and thus he became King."
I shake my head " My dad doesn't like swords and Wizard stuff....but he knew all the old Sagas and legends backwards and forwards."
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 7, 2022 17:34:08 GMT
Dio looks at the beach she seems in awe at the sight.
"It seems so strange. The water... it flows only one way. Back and forth."
She smiles at Brian and looks at her hand.
"Would i to be of royal blood would i gladly cut any limb off To claim or own For power and crown.
Sadly my blood is not potent. I can merely pretend Untill one mightier and strong Will carry my head along."
Dio steps out to the water not touching it just looking.
"You like stories then? I might know a few."
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Post by Brian on Oct 7, 2022 18:32:54 GMT
" Sometimes the water comes just in or just out...but something went wrong then. And stories sound cool " I mean a dream telling me a story? Isnt that what dreams do?
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 7, 2022 18:41:19 GMT
Dio laughs.
"Perhaps you are my dream. Though i doubt it. The ways of the Serpent are strange and Chaotic as it should be. Though i can tell you i am a person. Just not in a world near you. I think we have invaded eachothers dreams."
She smiles and turns to Brian.
"So. A story. What would you like to hear? I jnow many. Something with swords and bloodshed? Something about strange dark magics and powers. Something about... "
She looks at the young man wondering.
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Post by Brian on Oct 7, 2022 19:05:37 GMT
" I mean....we can go back and fort swapping stories. I didnt even tell you one of my favorite ones yet."
Man I wish I remembered my dreams....cause this one is weird
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 8, 2022 8:41:44 GMT
Dio smiles
"I love to hear stories, please share them. I'll share mine with you as well. "
Looking out over the water touching the beach she smiles
"The beauty of living in dreams. We have time. Our minds are less clouded here."
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Post by Brian on Oct 8, 2022 13:21:23 GMT
"So there was a King long ago. He was challenged to have his wife run a race His wife was a beautiful woman of dark hair and eyes. She was pregnant at the time. And so she ran and suffered.....and then she afflicted a curse upon the men for forcing their queen to suffer the pain and indignity. Because the King was married to the Phantom Queen.....a warrior Goddess....a Goddess of this land we are visiting here. But the gods of this land aren't like a lot of the other gods. So because this Curse did not afflict Children, and did afflict men there was a boy who had not yet become a man but had past the years of a child. He was a man who channeled his great and primal fury as a weapon. And so it was many years later the men of this city needed a defender. And they had been left unable to defend themselves. This boy, blood of kings and gods, defended the town. So the queen desired the man he had become. He was a powerful and mighty warrior. But he rejected her. He rejected her thrice. He was so strong he even on occasion defeated her powers of prophecy....of which even the King of the Gods would call to his service. And so it was because he had rage and great appetites he was beset by enemies. And she allied with his enemies. She poisoned him. She crafted weapons for his enemies to kill him. His guts were torn open. But he was such a warrior he continued to fight. He tied himself to a sacred standing stone with his guts. But this is a land where even gods die....and he was no god. He fell to his enemies magnificent efforts. She came to mourn the man she loved in the form of a black Raven, which she would often take, and the enemies came to defile his corpse....and she killed them where they stood."
He smiles.
"The moral of the story.....Don't subject your pregnant wife to indignities. Do not make your pregnant wife do what it is that is within the fullness of your duty. Love twisted can lead to your doom.....as it also comes from indignities. And even a heart filled with spite and anger is not absent of love. And as was the story of all the ancients never mess with the dead. Give to the dead their peace."
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 9, 2022 5:20:07 GMT
Dio smiles and nods "That is a lovely story. And yes always be careful of pregnant women. Let alone pregnant women with powers. "
Dio thinks for a moment.
"So you like stories of gods?. We do not really worship gods but we do worship powerful people. I might have a story about that if you like."
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Post by Brian on Oct 9, 2022 6:13:25 GMT
I laugh " Well we dont worship them anymore....but go on."
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Post by Dionisia on Oct 9, 2022 6:52:15 GMT
Dio starts in a pleasant voice while looking over the beach. "There is a way of things. There is a balance to existence. Light and dark. Warm and cold. Order and Chaos. But where balance is, there is a constant contested line. Because one cannot exist without the other. So one could say a battle is constantly fought. If a side wins ground it loses ground somewhere else.
There was a time balance was gone. Those of higher power had done dangerous things. If they were good or bad things is unimportant, good and bad are just perceptions.
The side of order was invaded by the side of chaos which was not an attack from chaos though plenty took the oppertunity.
And one cannot blame the corrupting to corrupt what it touches.
Greater powers discussed and decided this was not healthy for either side so a plan was formed.
The houses of great power who alligned with the plan fought those who freely corrupted. One of then was a great powerful warrior. Cruel in the eyes of many. And it suited him.
He valiantly rode on his great stallion slaying the wayward coruptors who did not heeded the call to come back.
With his blade he send them all down back to the Abyss. "
She smiles at Brian. "And that is who we worship. Not a god but a great cruel warrior. Worship can be fear and veneration at the same time."
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