(Broken Cycle) Night Terrors

[Seraphina]

Looking to him, she offers a smile, “It’s ok, you did what you needed and there is nothing to be sorry for.” She reassures him, squeezing his hand. “And truth be told, I like the change.” Dirt wasn’t really her thing.

“I did.” Before they ended up here. “It wasn’t black though, it was white. So I wonder if we’re getting closer to the source, or what.” And she looks around again.

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-09 11:46:36		Seraphina rolls 6 to Looking for the Poison(Wits+Emp+Wyrd-2(dream int ) ) (10 Again)		1, 9, 10, 2, 3, 2, 10, 5		3 successes

[Saber Sloth]

Sera too feels the Poison, thick, cloying and fouling the Dream. Her senses are not as precise as Rhodes are, not in this but she sees it in the gleaming white that is slowly drowning out the dream. Dulling everything until it can only being that horrifying, searing, white.

[Rhodes]

Rhodes sighs, just a little. She always knew what to say. Always so sincere.

But the poison..... it waas ll around. "It's everywhere..." the Flowering says quietly, verdant eyes looking all around to the horizon, to the sky, the sand. "... all around us. This Dreamer is beset on all sides by the poison."

He gestures to the clouds, the sand. "It's clamouring to get in."

And then the Dread Lord realised something utterly important - what were they going to do when they found the source? Destroy it, if it was a source? Drive off a True Fae? It seemed impossible. But now, in this relative eye of the storm, it seemed the good time to prepare.

"I don't suppose your Oneirophysics have any better ideas on extracting dream Poison than the usual, darling?" he asks lightly, wracking his own brains.

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-10 09:16:00		Rhodes rolls 7 to Remove Dream Poison??: Int + Occult +1 (Autumn mantle - +1 to occult role once per day) (10 Again)		10, 3, 2, 7, 3, 5, 9, 10, 4		3 successes

Not sure if there needs a roll, but it's there. I poked the wiki and the book but honestly can't recall how to stop this stuff!

[Saber Sloth]

The white sand bubbles up, over the neutral desert colour, the white clouds, flutter through the sky, blotting out the sun, turning the cheery sky darker, for all it's light.

As the Dream slowly, but surly turns back into a Nightmare, the Wyrd speaks to the Dread Lord. He knows he must find the Source, pull it root and stem. He must do it before it fully roots itself within this dream, for once rooted, the Poison can spread not only from the Source but from other fully rooted Dreams. He knows from the state of infection from this sorry dream, that they are very close to the originally infected dreams.

He knows he can speak with the Dreamer, insert himself into the Dream to find out more, and he also knows he can continue as he has, creating a new Gate and travelling the Skein once more, knowing that this time they were nearly at their destination.

And once they are there, finally at the site of infection, they will need to scour* it.

*Meaning a Wits + Empathy + Wyrd which will be opposed by a Dream Poison roll.

[Seraphina]

A solemn nod, “I see it. The white, the poison.” Her eyes also looking around, taking it in.
But could they get rid of it? She wasn’t sure, but she knew she was going to try.

Shaking her head, “No. While I can affect poison in someone, this,” gesturing to the poison around them, “is beyond my abilities. If it can be done, I don’t know about it yet.” She sounded disappointed about that fact. But, there was nothing she could do about it right now.

“Once we find the source, I’ll be winging it.” A bit of humor in her voice.

[Rhodes]

"We'll be winging it, my love." The Dread Lord smiles. "Fortunately, the old-fashioned way is something anyone with our particular talents at Oneiromancy can perform. Once we find the originally infected dream, we destroy it. Scour the dream from the dreamer's memory until it comes apart."

He looks around. "While we are very close, because the poison is all around, this means that one more gateway should take us to the source... I think." The Flowering squeezes her hand reassuringly. "Ready?"

[Saber Sloth]

As they continue to speak the clouds still gather, darkening only by the sheer amount gathering, the grains of white sand are ever so quickly overtaking those of the desert.

The Dreamer stands, body shaking, and reaching up towards the sky. The white-white sand slowly curls around the Dreamer's feet, their legs. The Dreamer's already beginning to cry once more.

[Seraphina]

Sapphires look at him, understanding, and she nods, squeezing his hand, “Yes, we.” It was still weird for her. Being able to depend and rely on someone else. “Sounds like a plan.” She’d never done that before, scour a dream, but she was ready to try.

“Ready.” She agrees with a firm nod and looks around for another Gate.

Seeing the Dream stand, and the sand begin to form around their feet, she knew they had to move fast.

They needed a Gate.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-11 12:21:39		Seraphina rolls 6 to Gate? (Wits+Emp+Wyrd-2) (10 Again)		9, 2, 4, 1, 9, 6		2 successes

[Rhodes]

They didn't have much time.

The Dreamer's cries of Fear were almost tantalisingly close, but theirs was a greater task.

Turning with Sera, the Dread Lord pressed on to the next Dream.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-03-11 17:43:42		Rhodes rolls 8 to Dream gate: Wits+Emp+Wyrd-2 (10 Again)		9, 4, 7, 2, 7, 8, 2, 6		2 successes

[Saber Sloth]

The ground around them quakes, the dream shudders. The white of the clouds becoming shards and piercing the realm around them, spearing the Dreamer, even as the Lost move from this new nightmare to the Dream.

The one they were looking for.

They were now, in familiar surroundings. And decidedly not. They were now in a place akin to the Hedge. Though the branches and vines were antlers, all. Their sharp points, seem more deadly then even the Thorns. A clearing, circular with a bed of marigolds, acorns, thornless roses, and petunias. Jonquil, larkspur and every single lily.

The light was warm, ambient, and the dew upon the petals, was red.

In the centre of the clearing, was three hospital beds. White on white on white. Three people, each intubated, and bandaged, near head to toe. Tucked in tight. Bruising, blisteringly, tight. The light shinning upon them, the source unseen, is a sharp contrast to the warm ambience. Cold. Clinical.