Harmonious Entry

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The Prophet appears at the gateway into the City of Underlight. His long coat as white as the hair on the top of his head. One sleeve had been purposely taken away from the long coat or perhaps the tailor had meticulously made it that way. A Plum colored sash rests on the inside of his coat, likely a token he quite normally adorned himself with.

The Prophet does not seem to make any move at all. Everything in the Courtyard of Awakening is silent so it seems. In his statuesque from, if you were not paying attention you might think he never made a move at all in the many moments he stood in that very spot. If however you had an aptitude for Insight as the DreamSeer Prophet did, perhaps you might know too just what he might be doing, just standing there.

A number of moments pass and everything would seem to be exactly the same as you might see upon your own arrival to the gateway to the City but not so for this Prophet. A slow, somewhat shreiking whisper catching his attention and he moves his focus directly to the last portal on the right hand side of the semicircle of planar and household portals which stand to greet each of us when we too arrive at the Courtyard of Awakening.

He makes his way to the Arch which holds the blanked moon above its threshold and the Prophet makes a slow move towards the portal to the chambers of the Sable Moon. The once silent portal begins to spin. The whispers he had heard were now heard as a booming voice inside his head. The Prophet had been waiting in the Courtyard of Awakening for this very message. A tear slowly made its way down his face. Then, he looked down where the crest of the Umbric Monastery once rested upon his chest time and time again. His unsleeved arm began to rise and found its way to the Prophet's cheek where it caught his tear, lest it fall.

Still standing in front of the Sable Moon's spinning portal he stared into it, tear still in hand. Was he scrying? Perhaps he was, but who could really know? He would of course! Just then, ... he made the motions that one would discern to be motions of agreement with another, this one however is unknown to every one of us. Perhaps it could have been an Elder, or perhaps some past experience that the Prophet had regaled. Nevertheless, why under the Trinities Threshold?

His focus turned outward toward the courtyard as he made his way out of the entryways into the Sable Moon's Threshold and inner chambers. He made his way past the Basin of Stars entryway, stopping briefly as an old memory of a nearly forgotten City and the Academy where the Prophet took his very first crest. A smile came across his face and yet another tear began to well up in his eyes. Unsleeved arm still holding onto one tear did rise once more to catch another.

His eyes looked over the remaining entryways to the various thresholds and chambers of the City of Underlight. He approached the Monastery's portal. With a slow stride, the Prophet made his way through the gateway to the Monastery of Shadow. What was to happen now? For what purpose has all of this that has been written here before you come to be?

Can you not see? A good deal of the Insightful dreamers do.

Even the Lucid dreamer sees. The Will dreamers they do also as well as the Resilient ones. Why, even the Maren folk, yes. They too could see and they knew what was coming.

Can you feel it dreamers?

. . . Smell it perhaps? in the night air?

Breathe it in, just relax and may all of you dream harmoniously.

The portal of the Monastery's Chambers close behind as the Prophet steps through the portal in search of the Emissary of Shadow.

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Back in the Courtyard of Awakening . . .

. . . What was it that the Prophet had agreed to?

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