Many years have passed since the Wave of the Linsemptus first appeared. Initially there were few of them, and no one considered them a threat. But they evolved, becoming a threat beyond any which the two worlds have seen. These two worlds, each found in the dream of the other, have now reached a point of desperation; even natural enemies are allies to find a weakness in the Linsemptus. There is no more reason to fight each other, because there will be nothing left anyway. Others fight even more desperately, choosing to attain their deepest desire before the world’s end. These creatures are driven by their own will, and that of fear; they are creatures beyond hope, trying to attain anything that is of worth.

These two worlds, Illiaera and Nenmar, overlay each other, with natural features appearing in the same respective area on both of them. In both worlds, the destruction caused by the Linsemptus has been fierce; cracks splinter across the skies, and ruptures in the very fabric of the two worlds are not an uncommon sight. No one knows where the Linsemptus come from, and no one knows where it will end.

Both worlds have made armies and many attempts to destroy the Linsemptus, but to no avail. However, there is some unknown force at work as well, attempting to form a final assault against the Linsemptus. It has watched, and continues to watch, hesitating to act as it is not native to either world. But even if it feels it is not proper for it to help and interfere, it has done so in a subtle way. Each of your characters, in the twilight before the time of sleep, is drawn to look at the moon. There appears to be a twinkle of light in the sky in line with the moon, and headed towards you. You watch perplexed and stunned as it descends slowly, much like a snowflake, and lands on your forehead. The sensation felt of it landing is far unlike that of a cold snowflake, but rather you feel warmth spreading throughout your body, starting from the point where the light touched you. It isn’t overbearingly hot, but is comfortable warmth that relaxes you and you close your eyes in response. In the warmth you feel a rising sensation, yet at the same time, you feel a strange sense of something sliding away from you.

Alarmed, you open your eyes, and find that you’re hovering in a strange land, it is unlike any you may have seen in your home world. The clouds overhead are bright colours; the flowing ground appears as a bright sea of turquoise colour, that for some reason you are able to stand on despite its apparent fluidity. There are others here besides you, other ones whom you do not seem to know, but you cannot see their features clearly to tell either.

“Your worlds are running out of time.”
This gentle voice is heard on the breeze, yet even if you try, you cannot find the source of the voice, but you do know it is none of the others here.

“I have brought you together, because it is only together that you can stand a chance against the menace. Furthermore, it is only you who can bring about the end and new beginning that many desire.”
These words bear heavy upon your souls, yet you are able to shoulder the responsibility if you so choose.

“I am sorry I cannot give you complete instruction, but you must return; the time spent here is time lost for you. In order for you to meet each other, go to the Cliffs of Venerro. From there you will be able to follow the path if you so choose.”
With these final words, you begin to feel slightly heavier, and your eyes are unable to stay open as your souls return to your bodies left in your worlds. You then awake at dawn, in the same place you were prior to this apparition. Are you ready to follow the unknown path?

Tispers jumps off the deck of his ship onto the silky sand beach. "This is no good, there is no way I'll be using this thing again anytime soon..." He lets out a huge sigh and pats the ship as the bridge completely collapses before his eyes. "I wonder if I can find anything about my enemy here... more importantly, I wonder if this where I will find the Cliffs of Venerro," he mutters to himself.

Tispers wanders off towards the direction of the town, in hopes that he can find something out.

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Guinevere Feyheart awakes in near total darkness with a yawn. She tugs on her blanket and looks down at the resistance; a cat lay, still asleep, curled up by her feet. She flicked the blanket to inform the stray that the source of warmth would soon depart. Two flicks later and the cat was on its way, while she gathered her pillow-backpack and checked her possessions. Moments later the young blonde appeared out of a dark alley in the Shadow District. She has a tiny frame and wears mostly black clothing and carries a backpack of all her possessions. She quietly slips in with the morning traffic (in this district that was very little to work with). Her mind is already busying itself with things she must do today, but the haunting memory of her dream returns, and she makes plans to ask about the Cliffs of Venerro.

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Upon reaching the closed city gate that faces the Lost Beach, Tispers is hailed: "Who are you there? State your business in Enompt!" The one that hailed him appears to be a relatively young man in one of the sentry towers.
Tispers looks at his face. "I seek knowledge, my business is personal," he promptly states back.

The sentry nods, "You'd likely be best headed for the city center; that is where most news and dealings occur. It is straight up this street, and is itself centered upon a fountain; you can't miss it. Open the gate!" It appears the sentry was actually supposed to guide visitors rather than to inquisition them.
With a groan of complaining gears, the metal gate is raised, allowing Tispers passage.
"Thank you," Tispers says with a light smile. Entering the gate he followed the sentry’s instructions down to the city center.

Along the not-so-busy roads of the Shadow District, Guinevere passes for the most part unnoticed as she nears the city center.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around before." A shy voice murmurs behind you.

If you turn, you see a girl younger than you. She is wearing a few tattered clothes, but her shawl looks fairly well made. She looks at you curiously, and honestly.
Guinevere stops and turns, her hazel eyes immediately giving away some hidden dark talent. "Yes?" she replies, not unkindly, but cautiously.

The girl is slightly alarmed by your eyes, but doesn't let it show all that much; only a slight shiver is seen. "It's just that, well... you looked interesting, all black and all." She says, apparently trying to be friendly but sighs, "Oh, OK... I'm new here and just wanted to know why everyone seems so ... apathetic." She says the last part quietly, almost too shy to bring it up.
"Apathy happens when no one wants to be bothered," Guinevere says with a little sigh. She tries to gauge the age of the girl, "You're young; don't you have a family to look after you?"

The girl looks away, her eyes slightly distant.

You judge the girl to be not quite in the teen years, but not far from it either. She says quietly, "Well, not really."

The girl fidgets nervously.
"So you're like me, orphan-almost. You obviously don't belong to an orphanage, so I will ask how you've survived. Most children on the streets don't make it long." Guinevere begins walking again, inviting with body language for the other girl to walk with her

"I don't really know; the fire occurred several months ago, but according to another person I met it was seven years ago." She says shyly, following, "I was good at creating little ornaments, so I tried to sell what I had made. It wasn't much, and I spent a bit on the materials for more, but it was enough to buy food."
"What kind of ornaments? By the way, my name is Guinevere," she mentions while slipping between taller people.

The girl continues to follow, replying, "Oh, nothing much; I never had the materials to do anything fancy. They were just little pendants you could attach a string to. Kind of like a sort of charm. I'm Tenee."
Guinevere was developing a companionship for this other girl fast, but always kept to her job to help her fend for herself. "Who is this other person you mention? The one who said your parents died seven years ago?"

"Oh, the person I bought supplies for my charms from; they had a thing that said what day and year it was. For some reason, it was seven years ago, but I know it was five months ago." She says, scratching her head because she couldn't quite fathom the phenomenon.

"It's very confusing; I still don't understand it." Tenee adds.
"Perhaps you lost your memory?" Guinevere asks finding her destination: a place to buy some breakfast

"No... That can't be it..." Tenee says stubbornly, "I have a fairly good memory, including memorizing the place where I found that odd lightning bolt."

At this point, Tispers can be seen walking up the street.
"Well-" Guinevere cuts off suddenly at the strangely familiar figure that she just saw. The dream returned to her in an instant, but before her mind had time to form the exact thought, she leapt up onto the fountain side and gazed into the direction she lost sight of him. Sure enough, she found the massive figure again, only catching the scaled back of his head. To confirm her suspicions, she dropped to the ground and started to trail him through the crowd. "Hang on." she told the other girl as she began weaving through the streets.

Richard walks through the crowd with a black blindfold on, tied tight across his eyes. His hair is shoulder length brown hair draping over his back in a long pony tail. It looks like he hasn't bathed in at least a week, and his odour confirms this. He wears a commoners clothing and doesn't seem like he'd be very noticeable if it weren't for the blindfold.

After a few moments, there is a tugging on your sleeve. "No offence or anything," A young voice says shyly, "But you're kind of... smelly."

"Did you want me to bring you to an inn to refresh?"
Richard turns around quite quickly. Although his eyes are covered, he is staring directly at the speaker.

Richard gives a small laugh, "Don't worry, I can easily pay for a stay in an inn, its just I haven't the time for it."

The laugh seems without humour though.

The young girl continues stubbornly, "If you have time to breathe, you have time to bathe." She starts pulling on your sleeve in a direction, "Nature provided rain for a reason, but sometimes it isn't as often enough as people need it."
Richard appears quite irritated and starts walking away from the girl, "Really, I have more important things.”

"Suit yourself," The girl sighs, "But you're going to head this way anyway; that way only goes toward Lost Beach."
Richard stops for a second. "Could you tell me of lost beach?" he inquires

The girl laughs, a soft joyful sound, "What is there to tell? The view of the ocean looks nice, if you'd be interested in that, but my father always said the view from Venerro was far better."
"What about the wildlife?" Richard continues.

"The life of the ocean, silly," The girl says, enjoying the conversation, "Seaweed clings happily to the beached boats, and mussels and other shelled creatures also love the free anchorage points. The beautiful fish find the ugly boats disruptive though, so tend to stay further out to sea."
Losing interest Richard begins walking away again, "Never mind then,"

"All right then, bye; I'll go find my friend." She says, "She walked after this odd dragon guy, but I doubt you'd care about that."
Richard stops again and turns around, "What dragon guy?"

"I don't know him; he's fairly tall, well built, and has a fairly large sword on his back." Tenee replies, "He must be new, since he went to look at the bulletin board as most new people do."
Richard asks her looking very serious, "Is he strong?"

The girl examines Richard's build and compares the two in her mind, "Well, if he's half-dragon, that implies he's fairly strong. As I said, there was also that large sword on his back... I'm afraid there's nothing really to compare with."
Richard asks eagerly, “Do you know where he went?”
"Yeah, this away." She says, grabbing Richard's sleeve and pulling.
Eagerly Richard follows her.

Dragging Richard along rather quickly, Tenee catches up to Tispers and Guinevere easily.

"Guinevere! There you are!" She calls enthusiastically.

"There's the half dragon you're after," She adds to the blindfolded person, "You can probably hear his hard footsteps."
Richard looks towards the half dragon’s feet and says, "Yeah I see him."

Tispers continues keeping to his business. "What do you people want?" He doesn't even look back to acknowledge that they are there.

Leaving the tall people to their business, Tenee walks over and stands beside the only other shorter person here.
In a quick motion Richard snatches an aesthetically silver dagger from his belt and points it towards Guinevere.

“Eek”

"I wish to challenge you." He says emotionlessly.

See the Unseen, Guinevere thinks suspiciously to herself, but steps forward nonetheless.

Tenee sighs, "I thought you said you're after the half dragon person," She says walking up and pushing Richard's arm to point at the half dragon, "There you go, all better." She says before stepping back, dragging Guinevere back as well.
Richard's cheeks redden slightly, "Nevertheless, I challenge you."

"Are grown ups always this serious?" Tenee asks of the black garbed girl beside her.
"Right now? I accept; one doesn't get to fight often when out at sea, however, we do this outside of the village." Tispers replies, not bothering to look back.

Guinevere decides not to shrink back into the shadows but moves to a safe distance from the man with the bared dagger. She knows these two, or at least recognises them from the Dream. Whether or not this Dream had any reference to reality like the other ones.

Sheathing his dagger Richard follows the half dragon, without a word.

Guinevere also does so.

Tenee follows, but then stops, "If we're leaving the city, let me grab my backpack." Without waiting for acknowledgement, Tenee runs off.
"But first I need to get some information; we will go out there when I'm finished." Tispers tells the man in the blindfold.

Richard nods and stays near Tispers.

At the bulletin board is a whole crowd of people; it's so thick that it's too hard to shove your way through.

"You want to read the bulletin?" Tenee asks shyly, apparently finished her errand; she has her backpack.

Her pointed ears quiver with anticipation at speaking to the half dragon.
Tispers, having a one track mind, begins to get frustrated, then looking at the girl behind him he nods at her. "See if you can find anything on the Cliffs of Venerro and...” he pauses for a moment, "The Z Empire."

Upon hearing 'the cliffs of Venerro" Richard twitches slightly but shows no further reaction.

Guinevere likewise, holds herself still, having had her heart leap into her throat at the words. Doubt is erased from her mind.

Tenee looks through the crowd, reading the bulletin with ease, "Linsemptus swarm attack at the Temple of Nenmar again, Goblins continue to waylay travelers in the plains of Renim, bank robbery a couple days ago, blah blah blah, aurora sightings at the cliffs of Venerro, expected increase of ocean levels, bird migration should be happening soon so the rangers are recruiting..."

Tenee sniffs, "its one thing to hunt for survival, but those rangers really take it too far with their games."

"That's about it," She adds, "The rest is just about politics."
Under his blindfold you can distinctively see Richard's eye twitch.

"Do you know where those cliffs are?" Tispers asks Tenee.

Tenee laughs, "Of course I do; my dad liked to take me there all the time. It's very peaceful there, watching the seabirds fly overhead, and the ocean beating against the cliffs."
"Would you be willing to show the way?" Tispers asks.

"Umm... I was thinking of trying to see if I could get used to the city..." Tenee mutters, fidgeting slightly.
Guinevere wrestles with herself, deciding whether to act or not. "I need to get to the Cliffs of Venerro too," she says, stepping forward.

Tenee sighs, "Well, I can take you, but... please do not be alarmed when she comes to greet me."
Richard looks at both Tispers and Guinevere, and then sighs, "I might as well come. There doesn't seem to be anyone else here who I could fight."

"Don't worry, there is little that can alarm me that would not be further alarmed itself," Guinevere laughs infectiously for a second before regaining control over herself.

Tenee looks fiercely at every one of you, "Promise me that you won't hurt her. I know she looks fierce but that's not her fault!"
Richard's ears perk up at the word 'fierce' but he manages to contain himself.

"I'll be fine," Guinevere says, quickly knowing that her plan, thought up on a moment, is already working.

"Just lead the way, I only care about getting to the destination, everything else... comes second," Tispers tells her, anxious to get moving.

Richard nods.

"The sooner the better, if any of you need to get anything I will wait at the town gates," he says to them all. Tispers then walks towards the town gate.

"Wrong gate, silly!" Tenee calls after him, pointing to the one in the other direction, "It's that one we want to go through."
Guinevere thinks back to her well-furnished home that should be cleaned up and the possessions she should take with her for every possible trial (drowns in sarcasm) "I am all armed and ready to go," She says, adjusting the shoulder of her pillow-backpack.

Tispers stops and goes in the direction that the girl is pointing towards.

Richard follows Tispers; still intent on the battle he was promised.

Tenee follows third, fidgeting nervously.

Beyond the gate is a relatively humid forest. "Wait a moment." Tenee says quietly.

You hear the sound of padded feet and a low growl from the foliage.

"It's OK, come here Nina." Tenee calls. Emerging from the foliage, warily with a low stance, is an elegant leopard with golden eyes.
Instinctively Richard reaches for his dagger, but then manages to stop himself.

Guinevere pauses, as one typically does when introduced to a friend's large dog, specifically when one has had very little exposure to dogs, leaving you awed, but wishing to keep a minimum distance.

Nina walks up to Tenee, and Tenee pets her fondly over the ears, the leopard's height easily nearing her own. Nina sits and rubs her head against her companion's hand, purring gently.
Thoroughly disappointed Richard sits down on the ground cross legged, "Please don't tell me that there is nothing to fight here."

"Is that who you were talking about?" Tispers asks

Tenee nods, "Yep; Nina is a nice girl, though sometimes overprotective of me."

A sudden tear is heard, as though the fabric of reality was torn, and before your very eyes a white gash in the shape of an erratic lightning bolt appears where Richard stood, engulfing him. As quickly as it came, a whoosh sound is heard and the whiteness of the void vanishes, to be replaced with Okron.
Guinevere practically leaps from being startled.

Tenee doesn't look so surprised; her eyebrows are raised, but she says calmly, "See? Strange lightning bolt."

Nina jumps, and hisses for being startled.
"That is something you don't see everyday," Tispers says calmly, "but at least I don't have to waste my time duelling the fool with the blindfold."

"Who are you?" Tenee asks politely of the person who just appeared.
"I am Okron Teress a holy paladin of justice. I belong to a faction that is attempting to destroy the Linsemptus. I was seeking the Cliffs of Venerro when something happened and I appeared here. Who are you?” Okron asks.

"I'm Tenee, apparently the guide of our tour group." Tenee says cheerfully.

"This is my companion, Nina." She continues, indicating the leopard beside her, but then her tone goes cold, "Don't you dare attack her or anything."
The man looks a little unkempt from his sudden travel but he carries an air of divinity regardless. As he stands you see that he wears a full breastplate that is so masterfully crafted that he seems to have no trouble at all moving in it. It shines with a barely perceptible blue tint, indicating to the more educated that the material is Mithral. He is clean shaven and has short orange (anime like) hair. He draws to a full height of about 6 foot tall as a young man in his 20s. He carries on either side of him, a long sword, obviously intended to both be used at the same time. His movements are flexible and he is well-muscled.

"If your done chatting then lets get moving," Tispers says a little irritated now. He motions for Tenee to lead on.

"Alright then. Stay sharp, and follow well." Tenee says, and then actually climbs onto Nina's back.

The leopard leaps ahead into the trees.
Tispers quickly runs after the two, not wanting to lose them in the forest.

The black-clad girl sees her plans running away, leaving her alone with the person that seems to just slightly irritate a part of her. Nevertheless, this person has been unconsciously recorded in her mind from the Dream. "We are going to the Cliffs of Venerro," she tells Okron, "you will want to follow us." she runs after the others

Okron follows eagerly.

It's a relatively thick forest, with a few occasional bird nests and spider webs in the tree canopy. Nina and Tenee blend in slightly, and the trees and occasional bushes in the way also hinder you when you look ahead for the person ahead of you.

After a bit of running, looking behind her for a moment, Guinevere notices the lack of following footsteps.
"Hey!" she shouts out to stop the others.

Tenee whirls Nina around and they run back to where Guinevere is, "What is it?" Tenee asks.
"We lost that man- Okron" Guinevere says solemnly.

Tenee then closes her eyes, and twirls her hands around in the motions of an intricate dance, a strange tongue coming from her mouth as she does so. A moment later, she stops.

Tenee turns to Nina, who now looks at Tenee inquisitively.

Tenee starts meowing and growling, moving her hands almost mimicking that of a cat's motions. To Guinevere's astonishment (likely) Nina appears to respond in a similar manner. After a brief exchange, Nina runs off into the trees.
Guinevere sees Tenee cast the spell, but remains quite uncertain what she is doing. It surprises Guinevere that this girl once labelled by Guinevere as a fellow street urchin actually has the power to cast magic, though of a far different kind.

A few moments later, and Nina's steps can be heard returning, and she enters the area, Okron trailing behind her.

Tenee makes a purring sound toward Nina, petting her affectionately, and Nina purrs in response. A moment later, Tenee is back on the back of Nina, ready to lead again.
"Don't get lost again," Guinevere tells the Paladin. From her expression Okron suddenly feels very ashamed of himself that he let himself fall behind, though this may be caused more by the girl's expression than anything, maybe not.

Tenee once again leads the way, though this time at a slower pace.
Okron follows sullenly, feeling rather foolish.

The forest thins ahead, and sunlight can be seen glinting off of a blue horizon. The oddly assembled group burst into a clearing with a bizarre circle of pillars, overlooking the jagged cliffs: the cliffs of Venerro.
"Whoa," Guinevere looks around, "This place is...... well..... It’s amazing."

The view is indeed spectacular, with the sun's light shining into the ocean below, with sparkles of colour underneath the surface. The sun is setting, perfectly framed by the ring of pillars. The cliffs are jagged, appearing as though some giant just grabbed the edge of this land and heaved a piece out.
Tispers walks through the circle of pillars and up to the edge of the cliff. He peers out into the ocean, remembering the times he spent with his brother on a Cliffside in his homeland. "I wonder... what will happen next," he sighs.

"This was the very site where I was born." Tenee says, dismounting off of Nina, "It's a sacred place; every druid of this forest has ventured here at least once, and even some who aren't of this forest have come here."
"You were.... born here?" Guinevere says, remembering the conditions of her own birth for a moment.

Tenee nods, "Yes, my father and mother married here as well, and this is where I met Nina; this place holds and held many meanings for my parents and me."
"I see.... so you’re not used to the city, that's why you were so lost back there." Guinevere says.

Tenee nods, scratching Nina behind her ears absently.
Guinevere walks out a little, "Well..... I guess we're here.... but not all of us..."

Tenee and Nina walk ahead towards the center of the circle, heading to see the view more closely.

Right as Tenee and Nina reach the center of the circle, hidden runes suddenly glow in rainbow colours, forming a fairly simple ring array, connecting to each of the pillars. Different colours spiral up the pillars as more runes appear.

"Huh? What is this?" Tenee asks, whirling around, startled, as this had never happened before.

Four of the pillars, of the eight that are there, shatter. The coloured runes, red, grey, white and brown remain in the air where their pillar stood. Tenee falls to her knees as she begins to glow with a brilliant aura, the aura of divine magic overflowing. Nina watches her companion, unknowing how to act.

"A blessing to you, ones chosen by the Realm of Twilight." Tenee's voice is heard as she brings her hands together to a prayer position, "Please accept this now: the gift of this world's desire to live." With that, the runes fly immediately into the bodies of their respective chosen one. Red to Tispers, White to Okron, Grey to Guinevere, and Brown to disappear into the air.

Only the path of the runes is seen by you as they enter your body, and then you see the trailing afterimage of the runes, and then you see nothing.

Charlet exits the library swiftly, following the path determined by her good memory.

On route to the city gate, Charlet goes up the street next to the duel arena.
Ignis exits the arena from her early morning practice, which she didn't like to miss and retraced the dream from last night. "That ‘twas a rather weird dream eh, but why does it seem like I've heard of a cliff similar to what I just saw?" Ignis looks back at the large building behind her and lets out a deep sigh. "Well this place isn't going to miss me, it is time that I moved on!" she nodded enthusiastically and headed for the town square where she would follow the path she remembered from her dream.

Charlet walks over to Ignis and says enthusiastically "Hi! I remember you from a dream I had!"

Charlet is just a little taller than Ignis with long brown hair and blue eyes. She wears a light purple tunic with a cloak over her shoulders that is decorated in alternating purple, blue, and black diamonds. She has blue pants and leather shoes.

Ignis looks at Charlet with curiosity then suddenly gains a very annoyed look very quickly. "Is that how you go around greeting people? I mean come on I don't even know you, idiot," Ignis starts, talking very quickly. She then takes her rod and bops Charlet on the end. Then looking a bit more relaxed she smiles. "Maybe you should introduce yourself before you just walk up to people and telling them weird stuff like that," she laughs.

"Oh sorry, I am Charlet Wight" she says politely "Who are you?"

Ignis being only a little shorter has blazing red hair with olive green eyes. She is wearing a scarlet red dress with golden trimming, and red boots that reach up to her knees.

"My name? Some call me the Princess of Flame, the blazing wonder, but I like to go by the name Ignis Blaze," she replies boldly.

"Oh" Charlet says baffled at the power of the names she goes by.

"So then, if you really saw me in a dream as you say you did," Ignis begins, "I can safely assume your headed in the same direction as myself, am I right?" she asks.

"Yes I am, if you are going to the Cliffs of Venerro" Charlet replies.

"Well, what are we waiting for? The quicker we get there the better for us," Ignis smiles, "I roughly remember where to go, come on this way!" She points in the direction her dream had taken her and moves forwards quickly.

Charlet follows as well.

Unlike the city of Enompt, the street where Ignis and Charlet are was in between two districts, this street goes through a single district: the performing district.
You happen to notice an elf playing a harp at the side of the street. He hasn't opened his eyes in over a minute. He wears a loose tan shirt covered by a short green cape that barely falls past his shoulders. His hair is long and brown, tied into a braided ponytail at the back. His harp shimmers in the daylight and is of an astoundingly high quality.

Charlet turns to see Viis and whispers to Ignis, "Do you recognize that elf playing the harp?"

"Well the figure is similar to that in the dream, why you want to listen to him for a bit?" Ignis asks. She stops a short distance away from the elf and listens to him playing the harp.

Charlet pauses, listening to the elf strum on his lute, taking a subtler approach, if one can consider standing right in front of him in a cloak designed like an optical illusion can be called subtle.

Viis continues playing, his fingers flying from one string of the harp to another.

As his song finishes he stands up to meet the obstruction in his view. Smiling, he holds out his hand, "Nice to meet you."

Ignis and Charlet clap their hands. "Very well done, have you been playing for long?" Ignis asks.

He turns to look at Ignis, "Yes, I've been playing for a few hours now, did you like it?"

"Aye I did," she replies. Ignis moves in closer and holds up a hand to shake his. "Hi, I'm Ignis Blaze, and I'm here recruiting musicians for the secret service," she says quietly and almost half believably. She smiles and sticks out her tongue at him playfully. "Just kidding!" Ignis informs him.

Viis laughs well heartedly. His laughter comes to an end as he slowly looks down at the floor. As he raises his head to look at them he asks, "Have I seen you before?"

"Perhaps, have you ever heard of the Cliffs of Venerro?" Ignis asks.

“I have in a dream.” Charlet adds.

Viis brightens up again as he laughs, "Thank goodness, I was worrying about that for a while. I noticed you as you walked over here, and recognized you instantly."

"I'm glad you already understand the situation then!" Ignis smiles, "come on lets get going, I figured you might be one of the few I saw in the dream." Ignis turns away and continues in the direction the dream had shown her.

As he walks Viis looks up at the fractured sky appearing to be pondering something.

A bit of a distance away, a Halfling is crouching, inspecting the path at a distance. Finally he stands up, "There is no doubt that is the same road, and where I must go." He says. He takes off as speed abnormal for one of his race and length of leg, heading for the city gates that led to that path. Upon getting a feel for the road he was going to be on for the next while, three approached him from behind. The Harp. The Cloak, the Flaming red hair. These were the others that he would be traveling with, he knew because destiny told him.

Before you stands a 3-foot even Halfling with a black ponytail and crisp blue eyes. He wears a tiny sleeveless dark blue tunic, and grey pants. He is barefooted and his arms have wispy black hair over them, making it obvious that he is no child, even if his eyes didn't convey that. He carries no weapons, but his forearms hold silver bracers.

A sudden tear is heard, as though the fabric of reality was torn, and before everyone's very eyes a white gash in the shape of an erratic lightning bolt appears where Viis stood, engulfing him. As quickly as it came, a whoosh sound is heard and the whiteness of the void vanishes, leaving nothing behind.
Sable tenses and practically growls, "This is what is happening to the world, this sliding into the destruction of chaos. It must be stopped."

It utter shock, Charlet exclaims, "What in the world happened to Viis?"

Ignis's eyes widen with astonishment as she looks in every which way as to where Viis went. "If that guy had a prior arrangement, man does he ever travel in style," Ignis remarks.

Sable walks forward to the two remaining girls, "I presume that you are heading to the Cliffs of Venerro as I am?" he asks, knowing full well that he has recognized them.

"Why yes we are!" Charlet pronounces.

"Then we should get moving quickly. Do not worry about the minstrel, I have seen such occurrences before, and he will be back soon." Sable reassures them.

"Oh and just who might you be?" Ignis asks quickly. She looked at his size, at first she thought it was just a kid, but, it was really a short guy in disguise.

"You may call me Sable, of the name Moondark. I seek to redeem the world from the destruction that it faces, and I also know that you are my allies in this cause.” Sable replies solemnly.

"Well, you my good sir can call me Ignis Blaze!" she replies boldly.

"Hi nice to meet you Sable I am Charlet Wight!" Charlet says with a smile.

The group reaches the forest they bypassed with great speed in your dreams, being led by a young girl riding a leopard. Now that it isn't in the fast pace as their dreams, they can faintly hear the sound of water falling.

The group reaches the Cliffs of Venerro in no time, despite the fact that the dream's path was rather fast, it was direct. The view is exactly the same from their dreams.

Except now, the stone circle only has four pillars around it.
"I've heard of creepy dreams before, but this is just for real," Ignis states, "you have to admit, this place is rather amazing." Ignis moves forward to the nearest pillar and places a hand on it.

Sable precedes into the shrine area, "This is different," he says, the first to point the obvious out.

“Yeah, where are the other pillars?" Charlet asks aloud.

"One thing remains the same: we are missing one person," Sable observes.

Sable begins to climb a pillar.

The pillar is unbelieveably smooth, and all attempts to attain a grip upon it seem to be in vain; Sable slides back to the ground.
"Well, what do we do next, does anybody remember?" Ignis asks, moving closer to the center of the pillars.

Ignis reaches the center of the circle of four pillars, but nothing happens.

"I remember there was an Elven child with us in the dream" Charlet thinks aloud.

Ignis looks around for an Elven child, only to find Sable, the only short one with them. "Hmm, say I have an idea, Sable why don't you come here?" she says slyly.

"There is a great difference between a fully grown Halfling male and a small Elven girl.” Sable points out to the sorceress.

"Oh damn he saw through my plan," Ignis pouts. She then finds a seat up against another pillar and sits down, letting out a deep sigh.

The ocean beats against the cliffs gently, like that of a soft heartbeat.
Ignis closes her eyes and listens to the ocean. 'Well I wonder what we should do,' she thinks to herself.

“Do you think we should go looking for an Elven child?” Charlet asks intently.

They agree to walk back to the city for a moment.
Sable instinctively softens his tread “Quiet.”

Ignis bobs her head back and forth as if in tune to the melody. "Well it looks as if the one we need most is finally showing up," Ignis states, "but you never know."

"What are you doing Sable?" Charlet asks.

Sable gives the Illusionist a look that reinforces his command a second ago.

The Halfling informs the obviously clueless wizard, "I hear singing, over to the left," he says.

As the group slowly walks towards the direction of the city, they (now Charlet included) hear a young girl's melody, singing in a language none of them recognize. It is soft and gentle, and they can't help but feel calmed by it.
Sable holds up a hand to hold the others back.

He walks casually, though stealthily toward the direction of the voice, careful not to startle the singer.

The singing stops abruptly; apparently her hearing is far more acute than Sable would have it.

"Shei a?" The young girl almost shouts to Sable and the others along the woodland path.
"Greetings, we mean you no harm!" Sable calls.

Ignis sits and waits, to see what Sable does, hoping that the girl does not run off scared.

Sable hears a growl just to his right, low and threatening.
Sable freezes to the spot and merely waits, looking around.

"Feni bu daijia!" The girl's voice calls, from the volume she's a lot closer.

Immediately the growl subsides.

Sable feels a prickling on his neck, like someone is watching him, "Yes?" The girl's voice inquires from nearby.
Sable looks for the voice, "I always knew that there was someone else who came to this fountain, though I never saw whoever it was," he calls out.

"Alright, and what does that have to do with interrupting my shower?" The girl replies, slightly irritated.
"Shower?" Charlet asks, “You’re washing?”

Sable immediately stops looking around for the source of the voice. He is unsure what to say now, not knowing how to say that he thinks she may be the person destined to guide them to the Cliffs of Venerro because he saw it in a dream.

"I was technically bathing." She replies, slightly annoyed, "But yes; I have my shawl on right now anyway since you interrupted me."
Ignis stands up and walks towards Sable, wanting in on the action now. When she arrives she glances around the forest. "Hi there! I'm Ignis Blaze, would you be willing to assist us?" she asks.

"So then you're the other-" She says, and then stops. Everyone hears the sound of running footsteps.

Charlet turns to the direction of the footsteps.

Ignis quickens the glances to see if she can see what is going on.

Everyone catches brief glimpses of a young girl as she darts through the trees, apparently running from them. From what they can see, she looks almost exactly like the sister of the young Elf in their dreams.
"H-hey, wait, where do you think your going!?" Ignis yells. She then quickly runs in pursuit of the girl.

Sable immediately considers chasing her down, knowing that she probably can run no faster than the average Halfling, and Sable is no average.

The young girl whistles sharply, and a leopard jumps from the foliage, now running beside her.
Sable begins giving chase at full Halfling monk speed
"Slow down, we only want to talk to you!" Sable calls

Everyone hears a stumble and a skid on the ground, "Blast it!" The girl says, "Feni!" Almost as an afterthought she calls back towards you, "I know better than that! I believe you know what happened to Tenee!"
"Like hell we do!" Ignis replies, quickly catching up.

Everyone catches up to her, only to see her behind her leopard, Feni. It appears as though she twisted her ankle. Feni growls at everyone warningly.

At this distance everyone can clearly see that the young girl looks identical to Tenee.
Sable slows down and keeps a distance away, as a precaution. "We just need you to help us, we don't know this Tenee, but we know that there was an Elven child in the dream who looks remarkably like you."

Ignis stops cautiously. "So then... what did happen to that girl?" Ignis asks

"And are you the girl in the dream?" Charlet asks

The young girl shakes her head defiantly, "I don't know! The dream went black before I could tell! I am not Tenee; I'm her twin, Ita!"
Sable ponders how twins exist across two dimensions, then speaks up. "We don't know what happened to her either."

"Well, Ita, would it be ok if you got your leopard to be at ease? It would be a little more comfortable…" Charlet asks politely to prevent hostilities.

Ignis moves closer trying to get around Feni. "Instead of pushing us away, why can't we just talk?" Ignis asks nicely.

Feni follows your movements suspiciously. Ita shakes her head, "You don't believe me do you? How can I be Tenee's sister?"
"Come on now, I never said anything about that," Ignis replies. She stands straight and walks by Feni to the girl to help her back on her feet. If Feni were to attack her, she would try to ignore the pain.

"Feni... bu daijia." Ita says, sighing. On command, Feni backs down and actually sits down.
Ignis helps her up and gets Ita to set herself against a nearby tree. "To be honest, there isn't a lot that we understand, but first things first, are you alright?"

Charlet exhales in relief and relaxes a bit.

"I'll be fine in a moment," Ita says, shrugging. She then places her right hand's palm just above her left ankle. A flowing language delicately sounds from her throat as white sparkles flow from her hand to her ankle. After this is done, she stretches her left foot experimentally. "There, see, I'm fine."
"That’s good" Charlet says trying to be nice

"I don't understand it myself," Ita says calmly, petting Feni absently, "We were born at the same time, but it was at dusk... or was it dawn? Either way, it was at the time period where the two worlds overlapped."
"We have been to the Cliffs of Venerro, but we had higher expectations than we should have. Point blank- nothing happened. On our way back to town, we heard you singing, so we came over to investigate." Sable states.

Ita laughs, "Of course nothing happened; I don't see a druid among you."
"Then do you know what would happen if you were to use your magic at the cliffs?" Ignis asks wanting to know more.

Charlet seems more interested at the phenomenon of Tenee and Ita.

Ita motions for Ignis to wait, and continues, “As I was saying, Tenee and I were born at the time when the two worlds overlapped. Simply put, she ended up in one, I the other.”
"I assume that your arrival at the Cliffs will produce similar results as the dream?" Sable hypothesizes.

"Then why did you ask what we did with Tenee?" Charlet asks more curious.

"That is correct; when I reach the center of that circle with you nearby, my natural divine magic will activate the ring, transmitting the blessing of Illiaera upon you. In the process, who knows? Tenee and I may die."

A sudden tear is heard, as though the fabric of reality was torn, and before your very eyes a white gash in the shape of an erratic lightning bolt appears where Charlet stood, and another where Sable stood, engulfing them. As quickly as they came, a whoosh sound is heard and the whiteness of the void vanishes, to be replaced with Viis.

"Who are you?" Ita asks politely, apparently not so startled to the rifts of reality.
"Well it is good to see you back," Ignis smiles.

Viis looks up kindly at the girl, "Hi, I'm Viis, what is your name?" He seems a little startled by their sudden appearance (or perhaps his).

"My name is Ita." Ita replies, "The twin sister of Tenee who I shall guess you saw in your dream."

"Judging of course due to the fact that you popped up with Ignis here," Ita continues, "which implies that you are a part of their group."

"Briefly," Viis nods

As he slowly stands up, rubbing his eyes, he asks, "How did we get here?"

"I know how the others got here," Ita begins, "by walking; you must've been caught by a bizarre white lightning bolt and thus ended up here."
"But, I don't remember walking over here." Viis says thoughtfully.

"We used the path we saw from the dream," Ignis adds, "and you vanished without a trace while we were in the city."

"That’s rather inconvenient." Viis mutters.

"Don't ask me." Ita mutters, "All I know is the white lightning bolts pop up, people disappear, and appear somewhere else... or perhaps some other time as well."

Ita in an absent minded manner pets her leopard, Feni.
"Lets worry about that later, but I wonder what happened to Charlet and Sable," she sighs, "anyways, lets head back to the temple, I can feel something big is going to happen, and I want to be a part of it." Ignis stands up and reaches a hand down to Ita to help her up.

Ita doesn't budge, merely crossing her arms, "Like I said before, I am not about to go there if you are."
"It isn't like I'm going to make you do anything you don't want to, I personally feel slightly uncomfortable being in the forest," Ignis explains, "could we move to the cliffs please?"

A sudden tear is heard, as though the fabric of reality was torn, and before your very eyes a white gash in the shape of an erratic lightning bolt appears, engulfing Viis. As quickly as it came, a whoosh sound is heard and the whiteness of the void vanishes, to be replaced with Sable, and another provides the return of Charlet.

Ita looks over to where Viis was, "The world is becoming far more unstable it appears."
"That happens way too often," Sable comments, growing irritated at the disruption of the world.

"Anyway," Ita says, standing up to leave, "I don't know you, and much less trust you, so I'm going now."

Ignis leans over to Sable and whispers in his ear. "We really need her to cooperate, please distract her pet; I'll attempt to drag her back to the Cliffside."

Sable returns with a look of disapproval, "Surely we need not resort to such measures. We should try to settle this reasonably first. Have patience."

Ita's ears twitch, "What was that?"
Ignis gives out a big sigh and yawns, standing as tall as she can. "Well you know I could always just burn this forest down," she comments loudly.

Sable maintains his patience with the impatient one and waits for a chance to speak again (for the argument sure to ensue)

Ita's eyes narrow ever so slightly, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well since you aren't going to help us, I'll just attract another druid over here by threatening the nature of this world, simple as that, it would be as easy as setting a single dry leaf on fire," Ignis replies.

Ita walks up right next to Ignis and looks her in the eye, standing on her tip toes to do so, "Look, if you do that, I'll have to stop you."
"-But there will be no need," interrupts Sable, coming up behind her, "Right? Ignis?"

Ignis pokes her in the forehead, "Well then again, you’re the only one that can help us, so come along now." Ignis then grabs Ita by the arm.

Ita lets out a shriek and tries to twist in Ignis' grip, but Ignis holds firm.

Feni, Ita's companion, notices what's happening and stalks to the side.
Sable moves toward Feni, though he does nothing yet, specifically waiting until she makes any hostile action

The group begins to move awkwardly back towards the Cliffs of Venerro, Feni uncertain how to aid her companion, and Ita a bit too preoccupied to direct Feni.
"You know your just going to hurt yourself if you keep fighting against it," Ignis informs her, as they move towards the cliffs.

Ita takes no heed, fruitlessly continuing to try to break out of Ignis' grip. Feni takes notice of something, and circles around the group to the other side.
"Now what could you be looking at?" asks Sable tamely, as he glides after the leopard nearly silently.

Feni then leaps ahead of the group, and goes to charge at Ignis.
Ignis lets out a small scream, while gripping Ita's arm harder.

Feni lunges at Ignis through Sable. Sable tries to hit Feni in her lunge but misses.

Feni knocks Sable down and continues towards Ignis.

Upon reaching her, Feni jumps to the side and leaps on the arm that's holding Ita.

Despite the addition of Feni into the fray, Ignis is able to keep her grip on Ita.
Sable curses the plan and leaps upon Feni's back.

Feni's hind leg lashes out and knocks Sable off of her.

However, hope is in sight, for the shining ocean can be seen just ahead.

Feni tries to put all her weight down on Ignis' arm, but to no avail.
Sable examines his situation, and runs back up to the mass, this time he grabs a hold of Ignis' free arm, having chosen a new method of entering the brawl.

"What the hell are you trying to do Sable," Ignis yells confused, and a little angry that Feni is trying to bring her down.

"I am helping," Sable replies to her, and starts making checks to beat the other grapplers so that he can move the grapple toward the cliffs. "Please, do not make this any harder than it needs to be," Sable calls to all others.

Feni digs her hind legs into the ground, bringing the group to a temporary stop.

The group gets moving easily enough now, despite Feni's interference. Victory is in sight; Sable just passed the threshold of the ring of stones at the cliffs.

With a cacophonous roar, energy from each of the four pillars sparks and breaks the group apart, focusing on Ita.

Ita is dragged to the center of the ring of pillars, and appears to black out. Sparks appear as the magic ring connects the pillars and an unseen force pushes both Sable and Ignis out of the ring.

Runes of glowing red, purple, blue and yellow appear on the four pillars, which then shatter, reminiscent of the first Blessing.

The four spirals of runes fly about the magic ring as divine energy flows from Ita's unconscious body. "Now, by the truth found in those chosen by Twilight, receive that which is rightfully yours: the Blessing of Illiaera." She says solemnly, although not consciously.

With that, the runes fly immediately into the bodies of their respective chosen one. Red to Ignis, Blue to Sable, and the others disappear into the air.

Only the path of the runes is seen by you as they enter your body, and then you see the trailing afterimage of the runes, and then you see nothing.