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    Re: The Castle (Yarfell)

    Posted by Cole the Mentalist on 8/20/2000, 3:11 pm , in reply to "Re: The Castle (Yarfell)"

    --Previous Message--
    : As they entered Terri's room everyone caught
    : sight of Terri laying in her bed. She was
    : was pale as the sheets she lay under and
    : even in her sleep had a distreesed half
    : scared half lost look, around her seemed
    : to sit a sort of shadowy binding spell,
    : like a sheild within a sheild without a
    : sheild and seeping throught the sheild was
    : a steady tendril of life force, she was
    : dying. Fairalin let a out a tiny
    : distressed cry at seeing the girl and
    : immediatly flew over, landing next to her
    : head. She looked sadly at the young and
    : shook her head, poor thing, poor Terri she
    : must be so scared, she's dying. For some
    : unkown reason she felt a connection to
    : her, a need to protect, to help, to heal,
    : Maybe it was because all her life Fairalin
    : had been something of a erodict, crazy
    : dreamer herself
    : or maybe it was because she herself was
    : knowing a creature often considered
    : belonging the Dreamworld, the Spirit World
    : or maybe it was pure maternal instinct but
    : whatever the reason was the
    : feeling was there. She absently reached over
    : a brushed away a stray strand of hair that
    : had fallen in Terri's face "Poor
    : thing," she said "Poor dear
    : little mortal she must be so scared, lost
    : in her own nightmares, something's binding
    : her, killing her. Don't ask me how I know
    : I just do." she turned "Cole
    : please, do something, she'll die if she's
    : like this much longer!" She turned
    : back to look at Terri "If she dies,
    : oh Goddess, if she dies Bobby will too,
    : and Sheila and after her Hank and then one
    : by one all shall fall and the realm shall
    : be handed over to Venger and his damned
    : Shadow Lord. Poor kind girl, she's lost,
    : so brave and so very scared, Halycon is
    : supposed to be beutiful but Venger
    : wouldn't be kind enough to put her there,
    : poor Terri, we have to do something, bring
    : her back to reality. I'll help if I can
    : but we must do something! I'll help as
    : best I can but I don't know, oh I don't
    : know." she finished, the words had
    : come out in tumble and she wasn't exactly
    : sure what she said or why she said but she
    : knew
    : SOMETHING must be done, and soon.
    :
    :
    ((Iris, I know that you wanted to do a part before I try going in, just post it here ahead of mine when you get the chance, okay. Thank You.))

    Although Iris' spell song did seem to have some effect on Terri's condition, unfortunately it was not enough to wake the dreamer. Now it looked like it was up to Cole. "Hey, if I go in and die who's going to get my stuff?" the mentalist joked although he was all too aware of what could happen to him should he fail. "Ready to try again, Iris?" the man in black asked the minstrel
    as he removed the 'mind gem,' as he called, it from it's pouch and held it in the palm of his right hand. The gemstone worked via physical contact that much he knew for sure. He was also aware that it could only do one effect, per use, per person. However, it was never specified that it wouldn't work should TWO people use it at the same time. It was quite a stretch to think the gem would work properly under that condition but the group seemed to be lacking in psychics, besides, Terri's fate and perhaps much more were at stake and there was no time to find an alternative.

    Taking the mentalist's right hand, Iris was also now in contact with the gem, she earlier volunteered to serve as Cole's psionic anchor. Cole hoped that she would help him find his way back to reality should he succeed in helping the dreamer. "Okay. On three, then?" Cole asked Iris who nodded in agreement. He took one last look around and thought about what a wierd day this had been before closing his eyes and starting his count.

    "Wait!" Cole yelled stopping himself before he even began, "Hey guys if someone tries to kill me or something while I'm in there," he motioned with his eyes to the sleeping dreamer "could you please stop him, her, it, or them? Thanks! Oh, and to anyone who thinks that praying or something else would help, go for it!" After taking one last deep breath, the mentalist held Iris' hand firmly and began his count. "ONE!" Cole felt his heart begin to beat rapidly within his chest. "TWO!" His mind then flashed with memories of friends and family back home before concentrating more on the task at hand. "Three."

    For a moment Cole sensed nothing, like being in a void. Then he came to in a place unlike any he had ever seen outside of his dreams.

    "Well this is...different." the man in black said in regards to his new surroundings before doing a body check. "Let's see. Five, five, five, five, one and two. Yup, I made it in one piece." Tapping into the microphone-headset that came with his all expenses paid trip into a teenage girl's subconscious, "Hello Iris," Cole spoke into the mike "are you there?" Not automatically receiving a response, Cole assumes that it didn't work or Iris may have been temporarily overwhelmed by the use of the gemstone following his jump. In any event, he still had to find the dreamer not to mention drive out the demon who held her prisioner in the Dreamtime.


    : Just after Iris gave her answer, Cole walked
    : in. As the young man dressed in black
    : walked up, Iris introduced them. She
    : hesitated once again before offering her
    : hand to the Mentalist, releasing her grip
    : quickly. She much preferred formal
    : greetings as it was barely a touch of
    : fingertips. She never had to worry about
    : hurting anyone then. But in other cases,
    : the contact was necessary.
    : She glanced at Iris and then her amethyst
    : gaze settled on Cole's. "I... I
    : overheard what you were planning to do...
    : to help the Dreamer, Terri." Her gaze
    : dropped to the floor and she pushed back a
    : white strand of hair behind her ear.
    : "I may be able to help you."
    : Iris and Cole exchanged glances and asked
    : how.
    : Rosalia raised her head in determination and
    : said, "I know what caused her to
    : sleep sound, dreamless, sleep. It is the
    : work of a demon. A lesser one, but one
    : that has a powerful master. If you would
    : go inside Terri's mind, you will find her.
    : She is tucked far inside one of the dark
    : corners of her mind. She is frightened and
    : wants to awaken, but she is helpless to do
    : so alone. That is all I can tell you for
    : that is all I know."
    : She quickly said, "I must go now and
    : prepare for the Princess' summons. I wish
    : you luck. I... hope this will help
    : you," she finished sincerely. She
    : turned on her heel and strode swiftly back
    : down the hall before they could ask her
    : any questions, passing another of the
    : guests.
    : :
    :


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