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[Video] All that we See or Seem is but a Dream within a Dream
[When the video starts, those who know Regis might notice that his face is a little redder than it usually is. He's also wrapped in what looks his own cloak and a heavy riding cloak, one that a person would expect to see out in the frozen wastes, not in a city like Havenwell. Honestly, he looks a little silly all curled into the cloaks as he is, but since waking up out in the backyard under Peter's silver apple tree, he has yet to shake off the cold. It might be a long process considering he has no idea how long he was out there.
Actually, considering he usually puts off heat like a furnace and still feels this cold, he has an idea and it's one he doesn't like. Cor would have his head if he was still here.]
Those who have been here for a while know that we have been communicated with through dreams before.
[Who could forget the strange warning that came before the break in last October?]
I think it may be happening again. How many people are having dreams with the ghosts who visited us in them? And how many of them are talking to you? Mine had quite a lot to say and in regard to something I have investigated before.
[He takes a moment to fight back a shiver and then quotes what he remembers from the dream, once again grateful for how good his memory is. His hands had been shaking too hard for him to write anything down when he first returned to the house.]
"The world began as thus: it was a rock. He came upon it first, and loved it immediately, this empty rock where nothing lived. He burrowed deep inside and devoured it inch by inch, teeth breaking upon the surface and growing anew. Through Him, over time, the stone became soil. The soil grew fertile through His work, yet all was still naught but rock and soil.
Then the Winged Lord appeared, uncertain of the path He was to walk. He was hungry, so He clawed at the stone to find where His prey crawled."
The natives have just remembered the Winged Lord for some reason, but we still don't know who the first "He" is. Could "He" be trying to contact us in some way in order to keep things in some kind of balance? I am very curious to hear what everyone thinks.
[The video ends here, but once he is done with that Regis sends out two quick texts.]
[Locked to Ardyn:]
Remember when I told you I would inform you if anything weird happened after touching the ghosts? I think I just hit "weird."
[Locked to Honerva:]
By the time you get this, I am certain you will have seen my video post. Would you be willing to work with me on a new investigation if I started one? We have talked before of how strange it is the natives are now remembering the Winged Lord. How far behind do you think his fellow is?
Actually, considering he usually puts off heat like a furnace and still feels this cold, he has an idea and it's one he doesn't like. Cor would have his head if he was still here.]
Those who have been here for a while know that we have been communicated with through dreams before.
[Who could forget the strange warning that came before the break in last October?]
I think it may be happening again. How many people are having dreams with the ghosts who visited us in them? And how many of them are talking to you? Mine had quite a lot to say and in regard to something I have investigated before.
[He takes a moment to fight back a shiver and then quotes what he remembers from the dream, once again grateful for how good his memory is. His hands had been shaking too hard for him to write anything down when he first returned to the house.]
"The world began as thus: it was a rock. He came upon it first, and loved it immediately, this empty rock where nothing lived. He burrowed deep inside and devoured it inch by inch, teeth breaking upon the surface and growing anew. Through Him, over time, the stone became soil. The soil grew fertile through His work, yet all was still naught but rock and soil.
Then the Winged Lord appeared, uncertain of the path He was to walk. He was hungry, so He clawed at the stone to find where His prey crawled."
The natives have just remembered the Winged Lord for some reason, but we still don't know who the first "He" is. Could "He" be trying to contact us in some way in order to keep things in some kind of balance? I am very curious to hear what everyone thinks.
[The video ends here, but once he is done with that Regis sends out two quick texts.]
[Locked to Ardyn:]
Remember when I told you I would inform you if anything weird happened after touching the ghosts? I think I just hit "weird."
[Locked to Honerva:]
By the time you get this, I am certain you will have seen my video post. Would you be willing to work with me on a new investigation if I started one? We have talked before of how strange it is the natives are now remembering the Winged Lord. How far behind do you think his fellow is?
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When Verstael told me of some of the projects he was planning, I offered to speak to the natives for him to see if they would be willing to assist us. He never did take me up on that offer. I'm afraid our roles as enemies back home leaves us too leery of each other to easily trust when it's not completely necessary. I would be willing to try taking up this role, though I am not certain what angle would be best to approach them from.
[Unfortunately, his classes never got around to teaching him how to best negotiate with an alien species.]
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[ Some combination of charisma and political knowledge for navigating and... certainly not an enviable position. Still, the communication is locked between them at this point, if it hadn't been earlier. ]
As for projects... such trust goes both ways, and it may not be so personal as much of concern for his projects. Myself and a couple of others have a project of our own that we are working on, and intend to present to the council in time, but until that time comes we have been very careful about what we want known about it, as we do not know what consequences it may yet involve.
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That is a good point. As a king and politician, I am used to knowing this information, but here I don't have the ties and the power I would back home. I can't just stop the natives if they decide a project should not be continued. If I can't do that, then what is the point of telling me about it if my skills are not needed specifically to work on it?
[He can't help but think of the time Verstael had asked for his assistance with testing that strange crystal he had found. He's not heard anymore about it since then and wonders suddenly if the man had ever gotten anywhere with his testing.]
As much as I don't like it, secrecy--even among allies--is sometimes the best course of action.
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[ For the moment it's simpler to keep the full details to themselves, even if at worse they might risk too many cooks until the time is right. ]
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Thank you, though. That was quite kind.
[ If strange, though she often does not know what to do in the face of such compliments. ]
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... Well. In any case, we will see how fruitful this venture will be. In the meantime, you should probably get yourself somewhere warm if you have not, and see if you can manage any rest. We have a lot written down that we can go over again at another time.
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[How good of an idea that is, he's not sure, but if he keeps going, he's probably going to end up dropping his tablet when he dozes off and he would rather avoid that.]
I look forward to speaking with you again soon.
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Hopefully the rest of your sleep will not be disturbed again.