Message from a Bottle

[Tentacle]

From: My Trove 🕷️


We are all that remains of Legion. We are one that came from many. We are the last lonely voice of a once proud people. We are the dying echo of a peaceful civilization connected by the City of Dreams. We are the sole artefact of a dead race. We are the vengeance and fury of thousands upon thousands of murdered souls trapped in the shell of a child.

We are -redacted-

How shall we begin, Dreamer? As we put words to the codex, we struggle to find a beginning to our final lesson. We are simply too overcome by the insurmountable hatred from the countless dead that demands justice. Our avatar boils with the unquenchable desire to put an end to this madness that has been allowed to persist for far too long. They have been allowed to thrive for far too long. We understand what must be done. Blood demands blood. We are a sword of retribution and DreamStrike shall be the death stroke that finally brings peace to those that fell under the trampling boot of their machinations. But the lesson....the lesson...

We must honour the halo, even as we prepare to betray the oath we took when it was bestowed upon us.

We realize where this path will take us. The Palisades. The end of our journey. The end of an aeon serving those that would Dream. So please, Dreamer. Understand our purpose as we follow this path. As it has always been, it is yet again a service to you and the ancient city of Underlight. It is to secure your future and to protect the Dream. It is to bring peace not only to the living but to the eternal dead who were tragically torn from us far too soon.

Even now, as we inscribe this, we suspect that you may not understand. Continue on, Dreamer. We will strive to offer clarity in what little time we have before His trial begins.

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Ancient scholars dedicated their lives to understanding the secrets of Underlight.The connection to Cloudsbreak. Even long before the days of Idoaclese, when Houses kept Shadows and dreamt of Light, it was widely maintained that Underlight was a shining jewel of order in a boiling sea of Chaos. That it was a uniquely pristine bastion of towers and keeps which unified Cloudsbreak by providing a safe haven to those blessed by the ability to Dream.

This belief, Dreamer, was utterly fallacious.

Much like the Boundary Mists separated shards on Cloudsbreak(which was vastly larger than Dreamwrights could have possibly imagined,) Chaos barricaded pockets of the Dream. In those pockets, those unable to reach one city would master their Lucid Dreams so that they could build one in another. Over the course of generations, a vast civilization emerged in the Dreamstate, each city similar but distinct from the other. Separated by the Chaos, these cities, grew, evolved, crumbled, emptied, and were reborn for thousands of years, each with complete ignorance of the other.

Then They came. Dynroth and his Compact.

Imagine a man fueled by nothing but appeasing his own existential curiosity. A man so consumed by the thirst for knowledge and control that he would stop at nothing to see his pursuits realized. An embodiment of genius completely untempered by wisdom. Such was Dynroth. And, like most great men with ambition, he attracted his followers. His Ash'tonu Compact. The whole of his Dream flew his banner in every corner of Threshold and along the paths of every plane leading to every Stronghold.

Everything left unbridled becomes dangerous, Dreamer. Even the pursuit of knowledge. Recklessness and arrogance eradicate foresight and caution. This was Dynroth's greatest failing.... and this was our undoing.