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【 Ⅲ 】𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋 💎 Passive Dream
Sender: G'raha Tia
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
[OOC:There are heavy Shadowbringers spoilers in this nightmare.]
For anybody who's seen G'raha's previous dream, the location may or may not seem familiar as the dream is broadcasted. Though the exact location hadn't been shown previously, that blinding bright light should be easy enough to catch as soon enough as the the vast night sky was swallowed whole by light once more.
With Vaulthry's defeat, and the last lightwarden in turn, that should have been enough to save Norvrant. Too bad things were never that simple. At the front of the pack was a sillhouette of a figure growing bright. All of the collective light from the defeated lightwarden had become too much for the Warrior of Light to handle. It threatened to push them over the edge as the light poured out of them. They were on verge of turning into the next lightwarden, more dangerous and powerful than any other thus far.
"The combined power of every lightwarden is too terrible a burdan for any one should to bear. And so I will relieve you of it," a familiar hooded man spoke out as he started to transfer the light to himself.
"Exarch?! What are you doing?!" a possibly familiar girl called out. Some people here may or may not already know this individual as Alisaie Leveilleur.
"I will channel this perfusion of power to the Crystal Tower and use it to travel to other worlds. As I have dreamed of doing ever since I first learned of their existence!" he stated, "Who would chose to remain here, in this dying realm, when they might go elsewhere and begin anew? Not I. And thus... thus did I use you!"
"No... No! I don't believe you! It doesn't make sense!" a girl with red hair cried out.
"Damn you! We won't let you do with them as you please!" Alisaie retorted.
"Do not interfere!" a tall Elezen yelled out in a pained expression, "Please! I beseech you all. Let him go!"
"You knew of this, Urianger," a Miqo'te woman said as she looked to the man who spoke out, "'Tis all a fiction. Such vaguely defined acts of teleportation stand no chance of success. The Exarch will never live to see another world--as he knows only too well."
The boy who looked similar to Alisaie spoke up finally, "Then... What does he mean to do?"
"He means to take the Light with him into the rift... where he will die. From the beginning, he intended to sacrifice himself to save our friend and Norvrant," the Miqo'te woman explained.
Turning his complete attention to the bright figure, "At journey's end, an opportunistic thief makes off with the hero's prize. A paltry way to end a chapter, I concede. Yet your tale will continue, and my role will scarcely be remembered."
With a short pause, "Worry not. Whatever should become of me, I will be happy and free, safe in the knowledge that I have played my part."
With enough force due to the gusts around them, the Exarch's hood flew back, revealing a familiar Miqo'te. His red hair looked slightly different and there is one detail that's is not present otherwise here. The one arm, neck area, and partially creeping on his cheek is what looks to be crystal.
For anyone who has seen G'raha thus far, he'll look a little different, but he is undoubtedly the same man who had proposed the aetheryte project here.
If there are any doubts, the Warrior calling out his name should clear all confusion. It was just a name, and yet he found such comfort in hearing it for the first time in hundreds of years.
"Thank you for fighting for this world. For believing. Fair you well, my friend--my inspiration," at this rate, his plan should be a success. That was until a gunshot rang out as he collapsed to the ground.
The man responsible made his presence known. "Only those who possess the Royal Eye of the Allagan Imperial line are capable of controlling the Crystal Tower. Such individuals do not exist in the First."
"Therefore, in all likelihood, the Exarch arrived here with the tower. This much I had surmised, yet I could not discern his grand scheme," approaching him, he continued, "To think he went through all this trouble for the sake of a single hero. It's almost admirable in its absurdity."
The Exarch, or rather G'raha Tia, tried to move, but found it difficult. The man looked to him struggling, "Alas, it is not your grand scheme that will succeed, but ours."
Turning his attention to the Warrior of Light, struggling to hold in all of the light. "What a disappointment you turned out to be. I placed my faith in you. Let myself believe that you could contain the Light. But look at you now, halfway to becoming the monster. You are unworthy of my patronage."
A gunshot couldn't be what held G'raha down, he refused. Struggling to push himself back on his knees at the very least, "You're wrong." He reached for his staff, using it to prop him up, "I won't allow it. I will not allow you... to point my friend like a weapon."
The man rose a brow in response, "Oh? And how exactly do you plan on stopping me? By all accounts, you don't have much time left and I don't intend on letting do your little parlor trick a second time."
Gesturing over to the Warrior of Light, spitting out more white liquid, "It's almost comical. You're playing a rather risky game of chicken, don't you think?"
G'raha gave him a glare as the man shrugged in response. "It seems like our time is up. Do seek me out later once you're able. Perhaps you will be able to complete your descent in privacy," he said as he nonchalantly waved them off, existing through a dark portal.
"N-No!" Turning to his friend in urgancy, "Please! You must hold it in for a little while longer. I-I'll save you. I'll save you all."
Panic spread through him as he tried once more to take the Light from the Warrior of Light, but to no avail. It was a nightmare. It was something that he had gone over in the back of his mind on a few occasions while trying to figure out plan. The Warrior of Light changed before their eyes, G'raha petrified as all of his fears bubbled to the surface.
"N-No...This... This cannot be happening...," taking a step back, the newly formed lightwarden snaped their gaze to him as he looked on in horror. He found it difficult to breath suddenly as he tried to remain calm. That was much easier said than done when all of your worst fears bubbled to the surface with all of his regrets.
"Exarch!" another man with a gunblade shouted out to snap him out of his thoughts. He charged forward to try to help, but the lightwarden easily flicked him away, sending him flying into a wall.
"Thancred! Are you okay?!" the red head called out as she rushed over to him.
It was no use, G'raha's brain was shutting down. He was going to save them... How could he fail something so important. Hands shaking, holding his staff towards his friend.
"I... I'm so sorry, my friend. I...," he found himself choking over words. That hesitation was enough for the lightwarden to grab him as his staff clambered to the ground once more, mouth open wide as if to eat him.
"I've failed you... I've failed everyone... Pray forgive me...," he muttered under his breath.
Just as he was about to be devoured, the dream ends there.
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
[OOC:There are heavy Shadowbringers spoilers in this nightmare.]
For anybody who's seen G'raha's previous dream, the location may or may not seem familiar as the dream is broadcasted. Though the exact location hadn't been shown previously, that blinding bright light should be easy enough to catch as soon enough as the the vast night sky was swallowed whole by light once more.
With Vaulthry's defeat, and the last lightwarden in turn, that should have been enough to save Norvrant. Too bad things were never that simple. At the front of the pack was a sillhouette of a figure growing bright. All of the collective light from the defeated lightwarden had become too much for the Warrior of Light to handle. It threatened to push them over the edge as the light poured out of them. They were on verge of turning into the next lightwarden, more dangerous and powerful than any other thus far.
"The combined power of every lightwarden is too terrible a burdan for any one should to bear. And so I will relieve you of it," a familiar hooded man spoke out as he started to transfer the light to himself.
"Exarch?! What are you doing?!" a possibly familiar girl called out. Some people here may or may not already know this individual as Alisaie Leveilleur.
"I will channel this perfusion of power to the Crystal Tower and use it to travel to other worlds. As I have dreamed of doing ever since I first learned of their existence!" he stated, "Who would chose to remain here, in this dying realm, when they might go elsewhere and begin anew? Not I. And thus... thus did I use you!"
"No... No! I don't believe you! It doesn't make sense!" a girl with red hair cried out.
"Damn you! We won't let you do with them as you please!" Alisaie retorted.
"Do not interfere!" a tall Elezen yelled out in a pained expression, "Please! I beseech you all. Let him go!"
"You knew of this, Urianger," a Miqo'te woman said as she looked to the man who spoke out, "'Tis all a fiction. Such vaguely defined acts of teleportation stand no chance of success. The Exarch will never live to see another world--as he knows only too well."
The boy who looked similar to Alisaie spoke up finally, "Then... What does he mean to do?"
"He means to take the Light with him into the rift... where he will die. From the beginning, he intended to sacrifice himself to save our friend and Norvrant," the Miqo'te woman explained.
Turning his complete attention to the bright figure, "At journey's end, an opportunistic thief makes off with the hero's prize. A paltry way to end a chapter, I concede. Yet your tale will continue, and my role will scarcely be remembered."
With a short pause, "Worry not. Whatever should become of me, I will be happy and free, safe in the knowledge that I have played my part."
With enough force due to the gusts around them, the Exarch's hood flew back, revealing a familiar Miqo'te. His red hair looked slightly different and there is one detail that's is not present otherwise here. The one arm, neck area, and partially creeping on his cheek is what looks to be crystal.
For anyone who has seen G'raha thus far, he'll look a little different, but he is undoubtedly the same man who had proposed the aetheryte project here.
If there are any doubts, the Warrior calling out his name should clear all confusion. It was just a name, and yet he found such comfort in hearing it for the first time in hundreds of years.
"Thank you for fighting for this world. For believing. Fair you well, my friend--my inspiration," at this rate, his plan should be a success. That was until a gunshot rang out as he collapsed to the ground.
The man responsible made his presence known. "Only those who possess the Royal Eye of the Allagan Imperial line are capable of controlling the Crystal Tower. Such individuals do not exist in the First."
"Therefore, in all likelihood, the Exarch arrived here with the tower. This much I had surmised, yet I could not discern his grand scheme," approaching him, he continued, "To think he went through all this trouble for the sake of a single hero. It's almost admirable in its absurdity."
The Exarch, or rather G'raha Tia, tried to move, but found it difficult. The man looked to him struggling, "Alas, it is not your grand scheme that will succeed, but ours."
Turning his attention to the Warrior of Light, struggling to hold in all of the light. "What a disappointment you turned out to be. I placed my faith in you. Let myself believe that you could contain the Light. But look at you now, halfway to becoming the monster. You are unworthy of my patronage."
A gunshot couldn't be what held G'raha down, he refused. Struggling to push himself back on his knees at the very least, "You're wrong." He reached for his staff, using it to prop him up, "I won't allow it. I will not allow you... to point my friend like a weapon."
The man rose a brow in response, "Oh? And how exactly do you plan on stopping me? By all accounts, you don't have much time left and I don't intend on letting do your little parlor trick a second time."
Gesturing over to the Warrior of Light, spitting out more white liquid, "It's almost comical. You're playing a rather risky game of chicken, don't you think?"
G'raha gave him a glare as the man shrugged in response. "It seems like our time is up. Do seek me out later once you're able. Perhaps you will be able to complete your descent in privacy," he said as he nonchalantly waved them off, existing through a dark portal.
"N-No!" Turning to his friend in urgancy, "Please! You must hold it in for a little while longer. I-I'll save you. I'll save you all."
Panic spread through him as he tried once more to take the Light from the Warrior of Light, but to no avail. It was a nightmare. It was something that he had gone over in the back of his mind on a few occasions while trying to figure out plan. The Warrior of Light changed before their eyes, G'raha petrified as all of his fears bubbled to the surface.
"N-No...This... This cannot be happening...," taking a step back, the newly formed lightwarden snaped their gaze to him as he looked on in horror. He found it difficult to breath suddenly as he tried to remain calm. That was much easier said than done when all of your worst fears bubbled to the surface with all of his regrets.
"Exarch!" another man with a gunblade shouted out to snap him out of his thoughts. He charged forward to try to help, but the lightwarden easily flicked him away, sending him flying into a wall.
"Thancred! Are you okay?!" the red head called out as she rushed over to him.
It was no use, G'raha's brain was shutting down. He was going to save them... How could he fail something so important. Hands shaking, holding his staff towards his friend.
"I... I'm so sorry, my friend. I...," he found himself choking over words. That hesitation was enough for the lightwarden to grab him as his staff clambered to the ground once more, mouth open wide as if to eat him.
"I've failed you... I've failed everyone... Pray forgive me...," he muttered under his breath.
Just as he was about to be devoured, the dream ends there.
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Eventually they were going to have to talk about this out loud. One day they'd have to acknowledge their relationship for what it is. For now, he was okay with unspoken words. She made him feel comfortable and at ease when she was with him. He liked how playful she was and carefree. That's what mattered to him.]
I don't think I own enough pillows to create a barricade.
[Whatever shall he do? At least the mood has lightened up a bit more; enough to joke around anyway.]
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But she scratched a cheek, a frown settling in.]
Ah, well... if it isn't okay, then give me a nudge, won't you? I have trouble keeping warm at night, especially in colder climates like these, so everything just moves on its own.
My first nights outside of the Steppe, really, I invested in a lot of hot water bottles and had a few colds... took months for my immune system to adjust. On top of the overwhelming aether in the west? Phew...
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I'm sure it'll be fine.
[He hopes that will make her feel more at ease. When you sleep alone usually, you don't really know whether or not you like cuddling or not, but he isn't complaining, now was he?
Covering them with the comforter to keep them warm, he was growing increasingly aware of how close they were. Well yeah... Sleeping in the same bed and all. That wasn't important now.]
I assume the Steppe has a warmer climate generally?
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Generally. It gets cold up in the mountains, but me and mine stuck to the trails and more densely-populated areas ones could take a caravan through.
What cooler days there were, a cup of butter tea would fix.
[She took his hand in both of hers and nuzzled a cheek against his knuckles.]
...For those of us who didn't have warm company, at least.
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It is rather chilly out tonight. I'm glad to be of service.
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Mmm, who spoils who now, Ser...?
[She wasn't about to pull away from any of it, though; times like these helped her realize that touch starvation existed and that she was terribly, terribly peckish in that regard.]
It's good to see you in better spirits, though. I'll be right here should you have need of me.
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[He'd be much worse off if she hadn't come around.]
I'm not... completely okay, but you've helped a lot. At the end of the day, it's just a nightmare.
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She was a light sleeper, a product of adventuring and sleeping on the ground most days; should he stir at any time during the night, she was soundly within hair-stroking range until conditions improved.
She would tank nightmares.]
Should there be any more I can do at any point, please tell me, alright? It's really no trouble at all.
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With the fatigue kicking in, he gave her a tired smile before lightly shaking his head.]
You've done more than enough. Your presence alone is enough for me.
[The same offer went to her as well, but he was certain she likely already knew that.]
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Oh, he looked so sleepy... she'll help him along by reaching up and running fingers through his hair, a soothing stroke.]
Then we are of like minds. Rest well.
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