The Sylph Awakens

[Quakerlol]

You awake on Prospit's moon. The golden palace which holds you is familiar to you now. Ever since your first awakening, you have explored it and all its wonders. The Prospitians are a pleasant people. Naive, enamored of their royalty, and trusting. They aren't even manipulable, so cheerful are they in their outlooks. Once you came to terms with the fact that you had a sort of split existence and there was this whole Incipisphere thing, you pressed the people of the moon for answers, which they seemed happy to provide. It was from them, the library in your castle, and the prophetic clouds that you learned as much as you did. Without these valuable sources of information it is unlikely that you would have ever advanced as far as you have as quickly as you did.

Of course, this fount of information did have its drawbacks. You became more distant from your best friend as you spent increasing amounts of time analyzing the occasionally vague information you received from your nighttime sojourns. Knowledge of the predestined led to you worrying about any deviation from those events, which would cause a doomed timeline to form, and so you fretted and insisted that everyone follow your orders exactly, causing you to look like a massive control freak. You can only hope that your controlling ways weren't misinterpreted too badly. You don't want to have a repeat of the episode with Aruale.

Here you are thinking about being a colossal jerk, when there is a beautiful city to explore and things to investigate. Where should you start? There's your domain, the entire moon of Prospit, or Prospit itself, with its two towers housing the Thief and Knight. You will admit to yourself that you haven't strayed much from the moon, but there's a first time for everything. What shall you do?

[Radiodragon]

==> Get a good look at the other dreamers. And by that the command console means root through their stuff while they are asleep.

[Quakerlol]

==> Get a good look at the other dreamers.

Well, that would make sense. You have been meaning to do that for some time. Best to know who you'll be working with, after all.

You walk up to the window and step out onto the sill. Thankfully you learned you could fly very quickly. You spread your arms wide and launch yourself outwards. You feel that first jerk in the pit of your stomach, the worry that it will not work this time and you will end up as little more than a purple smear on the flagstones, before you soar upwards in an exhilarating rush. Yes. This is what dreaming was meat to be.

You direct your flight away from your tower and down from the moon towards Prospit itself. As always the golden spires beckon to you. You can vaguely see little white dots moving around in the streets. They resolve into carapaced people as you fly closer, and some look up and wave. You smile and return the courtesy royally. After all, they are your subjects. To do any less would be rude.

You leave the more common streets and glide towards the closest royal tower. You arrive around the middle of it and fly upwards, looking in the window. Hmm. So this is one of your fellow players. She looks troubled in her sleep, as if she is about to awake but doesn't yet know how. Yes, you have researched dreamselves in the considerable Prospitian libraries, but there was no information on awakening there so you have no way to help her.

You assume that this is Kyanas. She has the staff leaning against the wall, which you know to be the greenblood's weapon of choice. Besides, nearly everything in the room is a light shade of green, just as yours is shaded purple. You sit on the windowsill, feeling odd about actually entering the room, and contemplate the sleeper. She has wild hair, reasonably-sized horns, and nothing else especially remarkable. Just an average troll, by all appearances. Nothing special yet.

==> Root through her stuff while she's asleep.

What? NO. You are not some baseborn thief, to violate your ally's trust like that! You are not even going into the room. You feel sort of weird watching her sleep anyway. Yes, rooting through her things might provide some valuable information about her character, but like as not it would just be creepy and weird. You don't mind looking, though. Recuperacoon, dresser, desk, lots of bookshelves. You hope that the bookshelves are indicative of a sharp mind. That would correlate nicely with the opinion of the greenblood that you have developed.

Well, enough watching your server player sleep. What now?

[Shipfish]

==> You going to check on the other tower?

[Quakerlol]

==> You going to check on the other tower?

Yes, that would be the logical next step to take. You lean backwards off the windowsill and fall, catching yourself and zooming towards the other tower. You know that the other two dreamers are the Thief and Knight. Problem is, you don't know which is which, and you don't want to hypothesize until you know who the other Prospit dreamer is.

You fly up to the other tower and alight on the windowsill. The room is tinted orange. This must be Stebia. From your conversations with her, she has appeared to be a kind and gentle troll, if a bit naive. Her appearance matches that. She is small, short-haired, and quite frankly, adorable. Her room looks rough-hewn, not at all like you would expect the inside of a hive to look. You think back over your conversations with her, and remember that she lives in a cave. Odd, that the cave walls would transfer themselves to the inside of her tower on Prospit. Several geological collections litter the shelves, but otherwise it is a fairly standard room.

You think back on what you know of your dreamers. The Knight is a very offensive class, given only to those with prodigious strength of will and body. The Thief is also offensive, but more focused on strength of mind. Based on this, and what you know of your fellow players, you have absolutely no idea who is what. Kyanas could just as easily be the Knight or the Thief, and from what you know of Stebia she doesn't fit either. She seems too gentle (and, to be honest, weak) for the aggressive Knight, but not strong in mind enough for the skilled Thief. This is certainly a quandary. Could she have hidden depths of character that you are simply unaware of, or could you have misjudged her completely? Is she far more devious than you ever imagined? Is she far stronger? You have no idea. You are going to need to talk to her more if you are going to figure this out. Then again, there's probably someone on Prospit who knows which is the Knight and which is the Thief. After all, they knew you were the Sylph right away.

You also take a bit of time to think on the Dersite dreamers. You know that Aruale, Isaard, and the mystery player (you really should find out that troll's name) are on that planet by process of elimination. You also have no idea what titles they may hold. You should probably find that out too. It is a bit of a shame that Aruale is a Derse dreamer, though. You were quite looking forward to showing her around. However, you have no problem with Isaard being on the purple planet, seeing as he is an irredeemable asshole.

Well, what now? You know the identities of your fellow dreamers, but you seem to have ended up with more questions than answers. What should you do?

[Shipfish]

==> Ask a Prospitian which troll is which person!

[Quakerlol]

==> Ask a Prospitian which troll is which person!

Very well then. You fly down to the base of the tower and alight. As always your dear loyal subjects stand in awe of your royalty. You take a moment to bask in this feeling of respect before walking into the tower proper.

When you arrive, you are greeted by a bow from the carapace at the front desk. You return the courtesy with a royal nod. "Tell me," you ask, "iz thiz the tower of the Thief or the Knight?" The Prosptian seems surprised that you do not know, and assures you that this is indeed the tower of the Knight. Interesting. There must be more to Stebia than you had previously thought. Well, while you're here, you may as well find out more about the Derse dreamers. You ask the carapace what he knows of them, and he shrugs and points you down a hall, instructing you to go ask the records-keeper. Perhaps he knows.

You float down the hall (because walking is boring) to the library. You are quite familiar with the layout of the library in your own tower, which was filled with volumes pertaining to the game. It had its own records-keeper, who was happy to fill you in on some of the more mundane aspects of game mechanics, including the workings of the machines and the proper way to enter the game. It was probably the most useful thing you have gleaned from your dreamings. All that the clouds held for you were obscure glimpses of the future, nothing concrete. The Prosptian himself was much more helpful.

You enter the library and swiftly find the alcove of the records-keeper. This one is female, but just as happy to oblige your inquiries. She tells you that the Derse dreamers are composed of a Prince, a Mage, and an Heir. Beyond that, she says, she can tell you nothing. You nod, and thank her for her time.

You leave the library and the tower to hover above the golden city. You certainly have been given lots to think about. Stebia, for one. She seems to have hidden depths of character that you were not previously aware of, if her title is any indication. You also now know the titles of your other dreamers, but not which matches up with who. Who fits the destructive Prince? The cunning Mage? The chosen Heir? You have no idea. Aruale isn't what you wold call cunning, but she could easily be destructive or predestined. Isaard is certainly destructive, but likely cunning to some extent. And you still know absolutely NOTHING about this mystery troll! Goodness.

What should you do now? You've gathered probably as much intelligence as you can. The Prospitians aren't exactly the sharpest knives in the drawer, after all.

[Shipfish]

==> Perhaps you have done all that you can here. Sleep again, and wake up well-rested.

[Quakerlol]

==> Perhaps you have done all that you can here. Sleep again, and wake up well-rested.

That does seem like the most sensible course of action. You fly back to your own tower and lay down in your recuperacoon. With a concentrated effort, you close your eyes and allow the calming sopor to wash over you. Soon enough, all is clear in your mind, and your consciousness moves from Prospit to your planet once again.