Your just rewards

It started with Lycoris. It happened often, but lately, as she travelled with he party, the dreams hadn't come. But now, back in Blackbaron and sleeping at a private room in the Warrior's Guild, they came back in full force. Perhaps the odd illusion triggered by the one mimic was to blame... In any case, this was a new one.

Lycoris was standing among a group of women in a crowd. The venue was dark grey stone, polished to perfection, and each of the women in the crowd Pandoran, like her, wearing white dresses and expensive looking keystone jewelry. The blue-haired woman from the vision stood just in front of Lycoris, turned back and smiled slightly, but then turned her attention forward again. Lycoris's eyes never left the occasion - a wedding was happening. Opposite from their end of the hall was a group of Pandoran men in suits. Down the aisle, two hyurans stood arm in arm in front of a priest. The young man had golden hair and eyes full of stars, and the bride resembled the woman in front of Lycoris - they could be sisters, if one wasn't flesh and blood and the other metal. Vows were exchanged, oaths made, lips locked, and the crowds smiled and applauded. Then, the man slumped to the ground. The bride drew a knife from his torso, red with life's blood. She giggled to herself, then slew the priest. Then the bridesmaid. Jets of blood flew across the room, staining the onlookers. Still they applauded, smiling with hollow eyes. And Lycoris herself felt nothing. The bride's Pandoran twin turned to Lycoris, and said, "I wonder who's next." And then a sensation like plunging into ice water overcomes Lycoris, dragging her into dreamless oblivion.

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She wasn't the only one. Eli was sitting in a bar in this one. Not unlike the one at the Warrior's Guild. A dead dragon was displayed proudly in the hall, Eli's own handiwork assumedly. Nevermind how the body was dragged in, that's not important. The Paladin boasted of the task to the onlookers, turning to look at the crowd. After a moment he spied his daughter, Sammy among them all. He waved to her, excited to finally meet up with her after she set out, and she began walking towards him, and then right past him, not even looking his way. Confused, Eli turned and noticed the crowd's attention was now on her. Eli's kill was gone, replaced by five dragon heads, each of a different chromatic color. Tiamat, it was apparent, the god of greed, lay dead at Sammy's own hands. The crowd was now celebrating -her- accomplishment, and no matter how loudly Eli spoke up, no matter how much he tried to get her or anyone else's attention, he lay forgotten. Soon, even he began to forget he was there.

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Cedrik dreamed of a mountain he'd never seen before, but felt so familiar. A great mountain lay before him, and nestled in its bosom, a temple in a hidden valley. He wore unfamiliar western clothes, and the road was white under his feet, but it was no road - an enormous pale serpent stretched out beneath him, carrying him to his destination. Dizina stood atop the temple as floodwaters rise from the base of the valley. Cedrik reaches out to save her, but the snake protectively pulls him back time and time again before he topples over. He stretches out one last time and nearly catches her hand, then tumbles clear from the pale snake towards the water, where a green snake with devilish red eyes emerges and swallows him whole.

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Frey was standing in a meadow outside a forest, speaking to Cale. The latter was sitting calmly underneath a tree, enjoying the breeze. Frey was at the counter, chopping vegetables and adding them to the pot. The meal hung over the firepit in the strange, outdoor kitchen, smelling of everything delicious at once. The axe, now named Mercy, is nowhere in sight, though the knife feels heavy in Frey's hands. The two of you speak of things for a time, and then he gets up to leave through the forest, to home. Away from civilization, away from the twisted city. His true home within his heart of hearts. You watch him go, and then you ponder the next ingredient for your meal. The ground under your feet starts to shift, and you hear familiar laughing as the Butcher stands over you, your vision tumbling into the pot yourself as the creature places the lid on.

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Silver dreamt of a play on a strange, dark stage. But they were all of the actors. There was the young, inexperienced fox pup. Over there stood the fledgling guardian. And there was a fragment of someone else, wearing Silver's skin like a macabre costume. Many such actors stood there, each a different part of lives Silver did not live themselves. They began to fight amongst each other, the one with the guandao cutting down the rest, before each broke apart into angry spirits that swirled around and dragged the last Not-Silver into the Urn of Ruler's Rest. The pot shattered, and the fox kit was there again, alone in the world. They began to wander, following familiar shadows belonging to the party, before fading into shadows themselves. The curtains fall, and the crowd boos the performance, unsatisfied. From the box seats you rest in you find yourself dropped through the floor into an audience of angry ghosts, many of whom you recognize before being torn to shreds.

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Lumina too, dreamed, but she searched for a dream. She had been waiting for it, since the one in Saltsting. And yet it did not come. Would they lose faith in her? Should she have looked? She was running low on options...