《Dreams of the Aasimar Cleric》Shapes in the Flame
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A dream:
This dream seems familiar to you in form. You see yourself standing among figures that appear to be made out of different shades of colored fire. Each figure seems to shake and shiver with the flame of the fire. You see as if standing in the yellow/red flame itself and you can see the fire stretching out in all directions. You can see in the distance at the edge of the light of the fire, darkness in different forms. You see them as a large mass of mouth snapping and biting at the light of the flame. In all directions you can see this mass of mouths that seem to be biting at the edges of the flame. There in the center of the light of the flame near you, you can see three large figures that seem to be standing there with you, one is blue, one is green and one is black. Each of these figures also appears to just be a solid mass of that color with the roughly humanoid figure having two arms and two legs and a single head these figures appear several times larger than you from where you are in the flames. The black figure raises one hand and you can see the end of that black arm, transform into a shield that it seems to hold out against the mouths on the edge, its other hand reaches out and it becomes a blade of some kind that it holds overhead. The other two figures do not seem to move that much but instead stay steady positioned in a near circle all around you at the center of this flame. You can feel and see a kind of pure white light emanating from you. There are other figures standing right next to you who also seems to be putting out light. There is one next to you who puts out a white light with greenish tint. Another emits the white with tints of gold. And the others too who are standing with you each letting out a white light with various shades and tints to them in a whole array of colors. There appears to be even more figures gathered around you in the fire some of them emit light like the other while there are more still in various shapes and sizes who do not seem to be shedding any light, they do not appear to be adding to the brilliance of the flame, they appear to be cowering from the darkness. The mouths at the edge, the jaws that appear to be made of the darkness continue to bite and snap at the flames.
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You do not move but hold steady in the flame, the large figure made of black flame stands in front of you with sword and shield in hand, the other two large figures seem to look around and do nothing more. The biting mouths take bites out of the flame, little by little the flame is loosing ground, being gnawed away by the mouths of darkness. Slowly but steadily you can see the darkness making progress against the flames. You spread your winds and your light seems to brighten for a moment and the darkness recoils from the flash. It is not however deterred and quickly returns to the edges of the flame, and once again begins to attack at it. You stand there with the handful of other figures that are sending out their light. The large black figure in front of you stands there it appears to be waiting. The others too do not appear to move. The more you stand there the more the dark mouths reach into the flames, each time taking more and more of it away. The flame is shrinking now, you can see the mouths start to reach in and grab at the figures standing next to you, some of the ones letting out flame but more so at the ones that appear to be cowering. It appears to be closing in from all directions now, from all around you the dark mouths advance, the large black figure strikes out at it and seems to have some affect, for a moment and then is quickly overwhelmed by hordes of the incessant black teeth and maw. The other two large figures apon seeing the one consumes seem to turn to each other and then in a blink they are gone, the fire shrinks dramatically at their disappearance, the darkness now seems to be progressing even faster, the light of the flames shrinking evermore. The figures left around you seem to go into a panic and rush out in all directions, quickly each of them is snatched up and consumed by the now what seems like an unstoppable swarm of darkness. The darkness is closing in.
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You wake
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