Horus
Legend of Altera
- Pronouns
- He/Him, She/Her, They/Them
Hyscope
It is the 28th of Lightshine.
A dark-haired moorish man with bags under his eyes sits at a small table, a morning view of the settlement of Candlewood by his side, framed by blue glass. He shifts his gaze to the window and back, writing supplies in hand and on the table.
A footnote separates entries in the journal.
I have deemed the cipher unnecessary.
Odd, angular symbols, not part of any language, lie above the note. Below is typical Mok'yra, a record of the dreams.
Nostalgia for something that never was.
There was a version of the past, from the point of view of a boy who longed for a girl who was dangerous to herself and others. She ran into the woods and was never seen again. Creatures of many types then poured out of the treeline, including an owl reaching towards me with a hand, telling me that I was,
“In a realm where you are not dying or watching me.”
It then stuck its head into my mouth.
End.
Vile horses chased myself and a group of others on the road for our flesh. Divots of missing stonework patched themselves together as if the road was healing. As we traveled further and further, it grew colder and colder in the area surrounding the road, but the road itself was a pleasant temperature. These further areas also had many more old, old ruins. The road ended at a great, rotted gate on an island. As I approached the island, there was a blinding, red flash.
End.
In their place grew eyes. By some method, I maintained perfect eye contact with all of them as they increased, pulling more and more teeth from the giant. The eyes cursed me for wasting their time, and I was bitten in half. The large man told me something about “the fire under the earth.” I answered by screaming at him, and he cried. After this, I dragged myself into some type of twisting, mazelike temple of unknown faith, into the center of a circle of pedestals, and then died from my injuries.
I found myself in some kind of garden with a single, green flower. The mushrooms in the garden told me to “pull him home,” ‘him’ being me dying beforehand, and so I walked back to the city, and open the door of the temple. There was no body in there.
End.
She was on the verge of tears, voice raised, asking me why it happened. I was desperately holding back and stifling laughter along with a grin, because I had dreamt a week earlier of Varl’bazh’s death, and instead of what had actually happened, I saw my father and his brother pushing him off of a steep drop, onto sharp stones below. Malizh dug a hole in grief, and threw the frowning Varl’bazh inside. I said to Malizh,
"That's unfortunate. He could have been poisoned."
I was on my deathbed. Only Malizh stood before me, staring and saying nothing, and eventually left the room, never to be seen again. Varl’bazh had stayed in the hole. I did not wish to be alone, and so I tried to get up.
End.
I couldn’t actually see their titles, but I could read them anyway, and was fighting someone by sorting them. I couldn’t put the second one into the Eyes category, because B’enluz kept pulling it out. He became more and more insistent that I did not put the book in, because he wanted to read it, reading the title out loud as “Ascension Script.” I eventually threw the book towards a corner, and he looked around for it, saying something about “Fucking Deep One worshippers,” the Deep One being the god, Visage. I called him a coward, trying to argue against the accusation, but eventually went back to book sorting when I did not receive a response.
The fourth book in the pile was a goat. Odd, but I did not question it. I didn’t know which shelf to put it in, so I walked around in the fields outside until I found a place, accidentally bumping into a campfire and falling face-first into it. I got up, apparently uninjured, and put the goat in a large pot, along with 3 lemons, and a whole onion. I walked away.
Eventually, I ended up in a tavern, drinking a black fluid from a waterskin. The man at the counter was staring at me and saying nothing. I stared back at him until he sighed, and smiled,
revealing a fanged smile. I reached into his mouth and began to pull out his bones, causing him to bite me.
End.
A dark-haired moorish man with bags under his eyes sits at a small table, a morning view of the settlement of Candlewood by his side, framed by blue glass. He shifts his gaze to the window and back, writing supplies in hand and on the table.
A footnote separates entries in the journal.
I have deemed the cipher unnecessary.
Odd, angular symbols, not part of any language, lie above the note. Below is typical Mok'yra, a record of the dreams.
6th of Sporebloom
I dreamt fragments of a dream regarding being in a large, empty and dark space. There was a man clinging to a thin slab of stone.Nostalgia for something that never was.
There was a version of the past, from the point of view of a boy who longed for a girl who was dangerous to herself and others. She ran into the woods and was never seen again. Creatures of many types then poured out of the treeline, including an owl reaching towards me with a hand, telling me that I was,
“In a realm where you are not dying or watching me.”
It then stuck its head into my mouth.
End.
9th of Sporebloom
I dreamt a road that stretched across a continent.Vile horses chased myself and a group of others on the road for our flesh. Divots of missing stonework patched themselves together as if the road was healing. As we traveled further and further, it grew colder and colder in the area surrounding the road, but the road itself was a pleasant temperature. These further areas also had many more old, old ruins. The road ended at a great, rotted gate on an island. As I approached the island, there was a blinding, red flash.
End.
10th of Sporebloom
I dreamt of a city, and of collecting the teeth off of a very large man.In their place grew eyes. By some method, I maintained perfect eye contact with all of them as they increased, pulling more and more teeth from the giant. The eyes cursed me for wasting their time, and I was bitten in half. The large man told me something about “the fire under the earth.” I answered by screaming at him, and he cried. After this, I dragged myself into some type of twisting, mazelike temple of unknown faith, into the center of a circle of pedestals, and then died from my injuries.
I found myself in some kind of garden with a single, green flower. The mushrooms in the garden told me to “pull him home,” ‘him’ being me dying beforehand, and so I walked back to the city, and open the door of the temple. There was no body in there.
End.
14th of Sporebloom
I dreamt that Malizh confronted me about her younger brother, Varl’bazh.She was on the verge of tears, voice raised, asking me why it happened. I was desperately holding back and stifling laughter along with a grin, because I had dreamt a week earlier of Varl’bazh’s death, and instead of what had actually happened, I saw my father and his brother pushing him off of a steep drop, onto sharp stones below. Malizh dug a hole in grief, and threw the frowning Varl’bazh inside. I said to Malizh,
"That's unfortunate. He could have been poisoned."
I was on my deathbed. Only Malizh stood before me, staring and saying nothing, and eventually left the room, never to be seen again. Varl’bazh had stayed in the hole. I did not wish to be alone, and so I tried to get up.
End.
16th of Sporebloom
I dreamt of sorting books by title in a dark library.I couldn’t actually see their titles, but I could read them anyway, and was fighting someone by sorting them. I couldn’t put the second one into the Eyes category, because B’enluz kept pulling it out. He became more and more insistent that I did not put the book in, because he wanted to read it, reading the title out loud as “Ascension Script.” I eventually threw the book towards a corner, and he looked around for it, saying something about “Fucking Deep One worshippers,” the Deep One being the god, Visage. I called him a coward, trying to argue against the accusation, but eventually went back to book sorting when I did not receive a response.
The fourth book in the pile was a goat. Odd, but I did not question it. I didn’t know which shelf to put it in, so I walked around in the fields outside until I found a place, accidentally bumping into a campfire and falling face-first into it. I got up, apparently uninjured, and put the goat in a large pot, along with 3 lemons, and a whole onion. I walked away.
Eventually, I ended up in a tavern, drinking a black fluid from a waterskin. The man at the counter was staring at me and saying nothing. I stared back at him until he sighed, and smiled,
revealing a fanged smile. I reached into his mouth and began to pull out his bones, causing him to bite me.
End.
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