02-21-2006, 03:37 AM
((Originally posted in Lux's thread announcing the time))
I recently awoke from a dream. This was not a dream like other dreams, this was not a dream of fantasy. This was a dream which was different. In my dream, I felt the guiding hand of a great power. The last time I felt this was with a creature named Chromie. Though she appears a gnome, the powers of a bronze dragon are never to be underestimated. Upon waking from this dream I traveled into Andorhal to meet Chromie, to see if what I felt was real.
"You have come, Potensa."
"I wish to know if what I saw was real. Is this the doom which waits for our world?"
She sighed deeply, worry lines were written across her face. "Yes, that was real. You have been shown the choice that your world will choose from. The powers you saw there in the dream were not imaginary, but are a nightmare that even now assembles. This is the defining moment of your world - a struggle for it's very survival." She hesitated for a moment, "Tell me of your dream."
I began, feeling a strange sense of destiny, as if somehow this were a burden placed not upon me, but upon our entire world. The overwhelming nature of this burden was nearly suffocating. This was what I dreamed:
I see a gong. The gong has lines of great power running throughout it. I am a mage, and have long been accustomed to seeing the magical powers that run throughout our world. This, however, was different. Not only were these different from anything I've ever seen before, but when I looked upon them I understood them. I recognized patterns which I should never have known. I do not know how I knew them, but I did. They lead me to a gate. Beyond the gate I could sense great evil, evil of a magnitude I had never encountered before. Gazing upon it was like a blow to the stomach, it was sickening and frightening. I was terrified.
A lone druid approached the gong. Clearly this druid was an acolyte of the Cenarion Circle. In this druid's hand was a scepter. It did not look special. There were no amazing surface features of this scepter, but the druid obviously carried it with great care. Through my new-found understanding, I quickly discerned that this scepter held the power of ringing the gong and breaking the gate - unleashing the hell within upon the world. My heart froze, and I panicked. I tried to cry out to the druid "You must not, you must not!!" The druid could not hear me. The druid prepared to ring the gong, and I cringed. Though undoubtedly brave, no one person could ever hope to stand against the evil contained within.
My powerlessness thrust me to desperation screaming, but it was of no avail. The druid raised the scepter, and struck it upon the gong. My vision went white with exploding power, rippling across the face of Azeroth as the very land was changed from this one event. The power surged into the gate, and the dark forces contained within surged forth into Azeroth. The druid was quickly overwhelmed, and fell. The powerful silithid, freed from their jail rallied forth with a power fueled of hatred. They consumed all before them. Death and destruction followed as they slowly moved across Azeroth. Many tried to stand against them, all were overwhelmed. I sobbed helplessly as I watched my world destroyed.
The dream, however, did not end here. The druid again approached the gong. "It didn't actually happen!" I cried out in joy. Though no one could hear me, my heart lifted. This time, as the druid approached the gong, something was different. The druid wasn't alone. I looked beyond the druid and saw two more champions. Each champion shone in the sunlight in glimmering armor, with a look of grim determination on their face. Each champion also held a scepter. Though all three looked brave, I didn't understand. Surely there is nothing that three people could do against the evil I knew was still held in the gate. Again, I started to slip into depression. I did not wish to see the world of Azeroth destroyed again. The suffering, death, and human misery was too much. "No, no, not again!" I screamed into the void. Again, the druid raised the scepter to ring against the gong, and timed seemed to slow to a crawl. Moments became minutes, and minutes became an eternity. In desperation, I looked around. Somehow, my dream expanded, and I saw beyond something else I had not seen before. Three armies stood at attention at the base of the mound. Each champion had brought an army! How proud the all looked, shining and glistening in the sunlight. Each face had a look of grim determination. The willingness to face anything, and beat it shone through from their souls. Their bravery filled me with hope.
The scepter moved another inch closer to the gong. I looked back towards the gate and my heart sank within me. Surely, not even these forces could hope to be a match for the evil contained within these gates. I was doomed to see my world destroyed again. Why, oh why, must the fates toy with me so? The malignance behind those gates seemed too powerful for anything to overcome. I looked back at the armies, and knew this wouldn't be enough. Again, the scepter moved closer to the gong. Time was slipping, and I knew it would be as I had seen before. My dream expanded once more. Suddenly, I became aware of a shimmering sea. At first, I couldn't tell what it was. Then, as my vision cleared, I was able to more clearly discern the shapes in front of me. This was no army, this was the people of an entire world! I looked out upon the masses. I fell to my knees as tears came into my eyes at the beauty of the masses assembled before the gate. Members of all eight races stood together. Races which, even but a mere week before had sworn blood vengeance upon each other, now stood side by side to stand against a greater foe. Somehow, they all had received the message of the evil and destruction that lurked behind this gate. Instead of fighting each other, for once they assembled to fight a foe which threatened their very planet. Clearly, someone, somehow, had convinced them to lay aside the old hatreds. In this alliance lay the only hope of survival of Azeroth. The scepter again slipped closer.
Despite the delayed effects of time, the impact of the scepter upon the gong was just as explosive and riveting as it had been the first time. The power rippled out from the impact across the face of the world, again altering it forever. This time, however, was different. The powerful silithid surged forward, but did not overrun a lone druid. From one side stepped a paladin, from the other a priest. Not more than a few paces behind were the assembled armies, and but a few paces behind yet were the people of Azeroth. The collision of bug and man was almost as explosive as that of gong and scepter. The Silithid, however, did charge through. I woke at this point.
"Is that the future we now face, Chromie?"
"There is no set future in this world Potensa. Fates do not dictate our future in stone."
"Chromie, I feel that I have been given a vision of possible futures. Only the bronze dragonflight has this power."
"Each of us reach critical moments in life, Potensa, when something happens which will shape the course of our entire lives. This is not limited to mortals, however. In fact, even the planets themselves may come to such moments."
"That would mean that the fate of the world could depend upon the next few days. Our world depends upon whether or not this alliance is forged! Somehow, the people of Azeroth must come to understand the importance of this fight!"
"They will, Potensa, they will."
"Chromie, did you send me this dream?"
She paused, took a deep breath, and slowly, forcefully spoke. "The future is not written in stone, Potensa, it must be created."
She turned and began to slowly walk back into her rooms. It was clearly time for me to leave. I turned, and began slowly walking out, confusion heavy upon my soul. Slowly, however, it was replaced by something new. Something I had never felt in my dream. Something that was new: determination. I knew the world would rally. The cry must be given. The people must be made aware. We would not let Azeroth fall. Surely I would not be alone in this endeavor. Undoubtedly countless others had all been contacted, and made aware of what was coming. The evil was too powerful for the great forces in our world not to intervene. Together, but only together, we will overcome!
I recently awoke from a dream. This was not a dream like other dreams, this was not a dream of fantasy. This was a dream which was different. In my dream, I felt the guiding hand of a great power. The last time I felt this was with a creature named Chromie. Though she appears a gnome, the powers of a bronze dragon are never to be underestimated. Upon waking from this dream I traveled into Andorhal to meet Chromie, to see if what I felt was real.
"You have come, Potensa."
"I wish to know if what I saw was real. Is this the doom which waits for our world?"
She sighed deeply, worry lines were written across her face. "Yes, that was real. You have been shown the choice that your world will choose from. The powers you saw there in the dream were not imaginary, but are a nightmare that even now assembles. This is the defining moment of your world - a struggle for it's very survival." She hesitated for a moment, "Tell me of your dream."
I began, feeling a strange sense of destiny, as if somehow this were a burden placed not upon me, but upon our entire world. The overwhelming nature of this burden was nearly suffocating. This was what I dreamed:
I see a gong. The gong has lines of great power running throughout it. I am a mage, and have long been accustomed to seeing the magical powers that run throughout our world. This, however, was different. Not only were these different from anything I've ever seen before, but when I looked upon them I understood them. I recognized patterns which I should never have known. I do not know how I knew them, but I did. They lead me to a gate. Beyond the gate I could sense great evil, evil of a magnitude I had never encountered before. Gazing upon it was like a blow to the stomach, it was sickening and frightening. I was terrified.
A lone druid approached the gong. Clearly this druid was an acolyte of the Cenarion Circle. In this druid's hand was a scepter. It did not look special. There were no amazing surface features of this scepter, but the druid obviously carried it with great care. Through my new-found understanding, I quickly discerned that this scepter held the power of ringing the gong and breaking the gate - unleashing the hell within upon the world. My heart froze, and I panicked. I tried to cry out to the druid "You must not, you must not!!" The druid could not hear me. The druid prepared to ring the gong, and I cringed. Though undoubtedly brave, no one person could ever hope to stand against the evil contained within.
My powerlessness thrust me to desperation screaming, but it was of no avail. The druid raised the scepter, and struck it upon the gong. My vision went white with exploding power, rippling across the face of Azeroth as the very land was changed from this one event. The power surged into the gate, and the dark forces contained within surged forth into Azeroth. The druid was quickly overwhelmed, and fell. The powerful silithid, freed from their jail rallied forth with a power fueled of hatred. They consumed all before them. Death and destruction followed as they slowly moved across Azeroth. Many tried to stand against them, all were overwhelmed. I sobbed helplessly as I watched my world destroyed.
The dream, however, did not end here. The druid again approached the gong. "It didn't actually happen!" I cried out in joy. Though no one could hear me, my heart lifted. This time, as the druid approached the gong, something was different. The druid wasn't alone. I looked beyond the druid and saw two more champions. Each champion shone in the sunlight in glimmering armor, with a look of grim determination on their face. Each champion also held a scepter. Though all three looked brave, I didn't understand. Surely there is nothing that three people could do against the evil I knew was still held in the gate. Again, I started to slip into depression. I did not wish to see the world of Azeroth destroyed again. The suffering, death, and human misery was too much. "No, no, not again!" I screamed into the void. Again, the druid raised the scepter to ring against the gong, and timed seemed to slow to a crawl. Moments became minutes, and minutes became an eternity. In desperation, I looked around. Somehow, my dream expanded, and I saw beyond something else I had not seen before. Three armies stood at attention at the base of the mound. Each champion had brought an army! How proud the all looked, shining and glistening in the sunlight. Each face had a look of grim determination. The willingness to face anything, and beat it shone through from their souls. Their bravery filled me with hope.
The scepter moved another inch closer to the gong. I looked back towards the gate and my heart sank within me. Surely, not even these forces could hope to be a match for the evil contained within these gates. I was doomed to see my world destroyed again. Why, oh why, must the fates toy with me so? The malignance behind those gates seemed too powerful for anything to overcome. I looked back at the armies, and knew this wouldn't be enough. Again, the scepter moved closer to the gong. Time was slipping, and I knew it would be as I had seen before. My dream expanded once more. Suddenly, I became aware of a shimmering sea. At first, I couldn't tell what it was. Then, as my vision cleared, I was able to more clearly discern the shapes in front of me. This was no army, this was the people of an entire world! I looked out upon the masses. I fell to my knees as tears came into my eyes at the beauty of the masses assembled before the gate. Members of all eight races stood together. Races which, even but a mere week before had sworn blood vengeance upon each other, now stood side by side to stand against a greater foe. Somehow, they all had received the message of the evil and destruction that lurked behind this gate. Instead of fighting each other, for once they assembled to fight a foe which threatened their very planet. Clearly, someone, somehow, had convinced them to lay aside the old hatreds. In this alliance lay the only hope of survival of Azeroth. The scepter again slipped closer.
Despite the delayed effects of time, the impact of the scepter upon the gong was just as explosive and riveting as it had been the first time. The power rippled out from the impact across the face of the world, again altering it forever. This time, however, was different. The powerful silithid surged forward, but did not overrun a lone druid. From one side stepped a paladin, from the other a priest. Not more than a few paces behind were the assembled armies, and but a few paces behind yet were the people of Azeroth. The collision of bug and man was almost as explosive as that of gong and scepter. The Silithid, however, did charge through. I woke at this point.
"Is that the future we now face, Chromie?"
"There is no set future in this world Potensa. Fates do not dictate our future in stone."
"Chromie, I feel that I have been given a vision of possible futures. Only the bronze dragonflight has this power."
"Each of us reach critical moments in life, Potensa, when something happens which will shape the course of our entire lives. This is not limited to mortals, however. In fact, even the planets themselves may come to such moments."
"That would mean that the fate of the world could depend upon the next few days. Our world depends upon whether or not this alliance is forged! Somehow, the people of Azeroth must come to understand the importance of this fight!"
"They will, Potensa, they will."
"Chromie, did you send me this dream?"
She paused, took a deep breath, and slowly, forcefully spoke. "The future is not written in stone, Potensa, it must be created."
She turned and began to slowly walk back into her rooms. It was clearly time for me to leave. I turned, and began slowly walking out, confusion heavy upon my soul. Slowly, however, it was replaced by something new. Something I had never felt in my dream. Something that was new: determination. I knew the world would rally. The cry must be given. The people must be made aware. We would not let Azeroth fall. Surely I would not be alone in this endeavor. Undoubtedly countless others had all been contacted, and made aware of what was coming. The evil was too powerful for the great forces in our world not to intervene. Together, but only together, we will overcome!