Dreams

[Ilikefooddude 430]

 

 

As the Shaman lets their eyelids quiver closed, sleep
greets them warmly at the end of another arduous day.
The Shaman’s world ripples and withers. Thoughts wane away as an unseen claw drags them from their regular subconscious, pulling them from comfort. Unformed scenes of half-finished memories drift them by as they’re guided through the inner crust of their thoughts; wherever they’re going, it’s deep.

They arrive. Before them, a room of uncanny familiarity unravels into structure about the blank corners of their mind. Walls of crooked patching and irregular wooden supports set the edges of this world, meeting the floor and ceiling at a slight, uncomfortable curve. Braziers swing a cursory rhythm, lighting the room despite their lack of flames.
In the center is a simple, wooden totem.
As the Shaman approaches, a slow, deliberate voice reverberates about the echoey substance of the room. Its source is unknown; the Shaman is alone.
“The High Shaman’s duties have long been neglected.
Lat must place lats vote; who shall be the new High
Shaman, if the Shamans are to live on?”

At that, all goes quiet.
The Shaman’s head clears, and the regular dreary fog of the unconscious mind is swept away. The totem waits patiently for an answer- Be it the name of the Shaman themselves or that or another- and the room stays quiet until it arrives. The Shaman may force themselves to wake but, oddly, when they next return to sleep, the room is the only thing that greets them. Who is to be the next High Shaman?

 

It's that time of year again- spring cleaning. Reforms, reforms, reforms. 
Each Shaman gets one vote, which they'll place as a roleplay response to the thread- And, yes, you can vote for yourselves, you selfish bastards.
Anyway, by the First of October the votes will be tallied, and a decision will be made- if there's a tie, a good old fashioned Shaman Klomp will sort it out. Cross your fingers, toes, and eyes- You have four days to respond, good luck!

 

Edited September 27, 2015 by The Allusionist

[Tayelikel 193]

Elphaba lets herself be taken without resistance, Following Easily, She hears the voice and nods "MI aggree" she moves to the voice and places her vote "Mi vote fur mizelf. Mi hab been high shaman befure, agh during dat tik mi hab healed bruddurs, prayed fer dem when dey needed id, if dey lozt zomeash cloze tu dem, or id dey juzt needed a prayer befour agh klomp mi tended tu our landz  and served the clanz. served krug Agh being high shaman again, mi cen be zure wi would prosper"

((ooc: I aggre. i vote for myself. i have been high shaman before and during that time i healed my brothers, prayed for them when they needed it, if they lost someone close to them, or they just needed a prayer before a fight, i tended to our lands and served the clans, served krug and being high shaman again, i can be sure we would prosper"))

[Travista 1361]

 Shreck'Lak contemplates his options deeply before the totem, giving a scornful reply, "A tik wer Elphaba, duh momo ub witewuzh half briidz am high shaman am duh tik duh zpiredz flat... Hrmpf, Meybi Buubztik?" He shakes his head, seeing little of his old friend in recent times,  "Thurak'Yar wuud bi duh bezt choize, Eath'Lur ib hi am unaybul tu tayk duh rezponzibilitehz."

 

(( ilikefooddude, Sandk1ng if  you are unable to ( heard you were going away or something ), though he'll have to be more serious I'm sure he could pull it off. ))

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Thurak's vote, seemingly automatically, is already tallied.
Thurak'Yar votes for Thurak'Yar. 

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Grothmar steps forward to vote, recently being taken under Elphaba's wing as her student. In a gruff voice, he shouts.

 

"Votin am for da weak, let da mozt zuitable uruk prove deir worth for diz pozition through a kontezt ob wizdom agh ztrength!"

Edited September 29, 2015 by SuperSodaPops

[Ilikefooddude 430]

-Snip-

The dream remains around the young, shouty Shaman. It would seem to him, as he pondered on it in his own, personal, lonely dreamscape, that he hadn't voted. For the nights to come, the same scene visits him in his sleep, and he would find no escape each time until his answer arrived.

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Grothmar grumbles and mumbles, but eventually swallows his pride. "Mi vote goez tu Elphaba, zhould da zpiritz peep id fittin."

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

Fizldank rubs his eyes for a moment, blinking. He looks about the room before staring at the totem, his mouth wide open. He closes his jaw as the totem speaks to him. 

“The High Shaman’s duties have long been neglected. 
Lat must place lats vote; who shall be the new High 
Shaman, if the Shamans are to live on?”

He closes his eyes for a moment, thinking before opening them. He nods, finally speaking "Ah voht fuhr Turak'Yar. Ahz hi ahm duh muhzt ekzpeeryeihenz'd zhomo mi bi gruk'en."

[Catarrh 720]

"Iv mi muzt vute... Mi guezz Thurak. Elphaba ez a hozh agh wize ziztah, but Thurak haz da wizdum ob a Yar. Eath ez a hozh bruddah, but tuu... yung ad hart. Mi wud nub vute fur mizelv, bekuz, whyle mi nub dowt mi uwn abilitehz, vutin fur azh-zelv zeemz tackeh. Zu, Mi guezz Thurak."

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik casts his vote with but a word "Thurak"

[Bardmancer 942]

Nurena struggles with a choice for what seems like an age. She finally speaks. "Mi vute fur Thurak. Hi am hozh brudda, agh mi fiynd him fitten fur da rowl."

[Ilikefooddude 430]

At the end of the fourth Elven Day, as each Shaman in turn drifts to sleep, a final dream would visit them. As before, the world warps around them, and the twisted aspects of the room present themselves. All is quiet, and the braziers swing rhythmically. After what seems like a long while, the voice speaks once more.
"Lats have voted, Shaman. Thurak'Yar is the High Shaman. Question his rule in only the Darkest of tiks and heed his warnings well. Gaakh, krankluk ob Frumz."

With that, the dream ends. When the wake to the brisk desert morning, invigoration charges the muscles of each Shaman young and old- Today is a new day, after all.

Edited October 1, 2015 by The Allusionist

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