(Broken Cycle) Night Terrors

[Seraphina]

All she does is nod and follow. Though there wasn’t much to follow as the floor opens, and they fall.
Well, as much as they can fall in a Dream. And are pulled down further.

She squeezes his hand as they seemed to come to a stop, that was a rush. Blinking a few times, she looks around, hearing the screaming.

Moving her feet under herself, she stands, offering to help Rhodes as she does.

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-04 11:04:01		Seraphina rolls 4 to Perception(Wits+Comp)-1 Clarity (10 Again)		9, 10, 8, 3, 1		3 successes

[Rhodes]

The falling always feels real - a slither of fear, and then landing, the embrace of Sera's fingers a reassuring reminder of reality.

Or rather, envelopment.

As the Flowering looks around at the earth beset on all sides, and cold fear clutches at his chest. Not here. Not now...

Memories of the Scarlet-haired woman with enormous green eyes looming over as he pressed his face up out of the earth....
Time to grow, little flower.... come out of the Earth....

"You can't be here...." he whispers, replying to a voice Sera cannot hear. The Fairest's hand clutches at hers involuntarily. Emerald eyes snap open, wide and alert.

You took her name for you and made it your own. Everything about her, this is Fear. Use it. Draw upon it.....

@Sabersloth, could we have the intensity of the new dream please?

[Saber Sloth]

From their position in the mud, in the dark and damp and cavernous deep Sera's sapphires are drawn like moths to the flame, or in this case, spotlights. Impossibly bright and blinding. Taller them the muddy cavern walls around them. They're shinning down on a faceless man, a shadowed form with a shovel, dig-dig-digging into the dirt, shovelling into the hole, on to a coffin.

A brilliantly, impossibly white coffin.

And from within that impossibly, impeccably clean coffin, the Dreamer screams. Begging.

Derpderp, the Intensity is again 3!

[Seraphina]

The whisper caught her off guard, not the whisper itself, but the words. As he clutches her hand, she places her other hand over it reassuringly.

As she views the man, with his shovel and the hole in the ground, she shivers. Not from cold, but from the sheer thought of being buried alive. The screams making it worse.

But she had to focus. Not on the screams, but on why they were here. Look for the black ick. Still holding Rhodes hand, her eyes move from faceless man and really look around. Looking for that tell tale ick, tainting the Dream.

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-05 19:55:07		Seraphina rolls 5 to Looking for the Poison(Wits+Emp+Wyrd-3(dream int ) ) (10 Again)		9, 10, 8, 2, 7, 7		3 successes

[Rhodes]

Being under the ground was too much. The Earth all around, the mud... the darkness...

A memory.

It was too close to his Time.

The Dread Lord lashes out with his will, sending rippling changes throughout the dream around them.

4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-06 06:42:50		Rhodes rolls 8 to Forging the Dream: Wits + Wyrd -1 (vicinity of dreamer) (10 Again, WillPower)		5, 9, 10, 10, 6, 5, 9, 5, 4, 5		4 successes

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Saber Sloth - Not sure what might oppose this roll here so this is if successful.]
The wind roars away from the Dread Lord, obliterating earth and darkness alike from the scene and forcing the sinister night back to the horizon.

The mud and the water and darkness turns to orange sands, blue skies and beating sun.

A desert with a cloudless sky.

In every direction, sand. dunes, and the shimmering horizon from the beating midday heat.

He panicked, and this was the furthest from that scneario Rhodes could imagine.

[Saber Sloth]

Through this night, and all the terrors they had faced Sera was expecting the taint of the Poison to be black. Black as soot, black as rot, but in the moment before her lover's will presses out as the Clauses catches, Sera knows that it is the white, white coffin has the stench of dream poison upon it. Thicker now, then it had been as chains under the waves, sharper then it had been as flames licking the walls of the house.

But the certainty evaporates as the Dream is irrevocably changed. The cavern around them shudders with the force of gale from the Dread Lord's Mantle. His will strong and even in his panic, his skill with the fae arts is monumental.

The Dream shudders around them.

Gone is the dark, gone is the damp.

They are in a desert, the warmth of the noonday sun upon them. The sky a perfect cloudless blue.

The Dreamer, is resting on the sand, hand outstretched and reaching for the daystar a smile on her face.

[Seraphina]

Her dress suddenly flies up around her as Rhodes Mantle roars. Her free arm instinctively lifts to block some of the wind, her long hair whipping around the arm and her face.

As they died down, her arm lowers and she blinks, seeing the Dream changed. Gone were the coffin and cavern, replaced with…a desert?

And while it was a relief to see the Dreamer smiling and not screaming, she finds herself turning in all directions. Frantically looking for the white, looking for the taint that they had been chasing.

What is the Dream Intensity?

[Saber Sloth]

Another derp moment for a Sloth, The Dream Intensity is now at 2!

[Rhodes]

Rhodes gasps, slowly calming down in the bright scenario of the desert.

"Ah... sorry darling. Apparently that is something of a trigger for me," he admits softly. "Did you happen to see the poison?" He looks around for the poison, casting out his senses.

  5 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-07 15:17:14		Rhodes rolls 8 to Sense Dream-poison: Wits+Empathy+Wyrd -2 (intensity) (10 Again)		10, 9, 6, 1, 5, 2, 10, 10, 9, 7, 7		5 successes

[Saber Sloth]

Even without his lover's direction, the Dread Lord's senses have grown attuned to the taint. He knows that this Dream isn't the Source, but the Poison has almost fulled rooted itself into this Dreamer. Even now, the taint curls around the edges of dream-desert Rhodes had made, it's fangs seeking to bite into the meat of the dream once more.

It appears as the clouds, round wisps, colouring the crystalline sky in shades of white.

It appears as the whitest grains of sand underfoot. Heating the sand to blistering, the sun's comforting warmth, slowing searing everything away.