The Third Great Dream Of The Druids

[Song Druid 1486]

 

On a shrine above Darkhaven, the Song Druid and Dour Druid discover an ancient shrine emenating Druidic Energy.

 

 

 

Throughout all of Anthos,

 

any individual ever attuned as a Druid experiences this dream, all at the same time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Song Druid looks over at his companion, breathlessly exclaiming:  "The Third age of Dreaming is upon us...."

[racingbrother 226]

The Dour Druid rests his palms on his knees, a heavy breath ensuing due to the power of the dream. He slowly glances up at Arik, staring at him, his eyes attentive and his ears ready. "Second age of Dreaming?"

 

 

[Song Druid 1486]

Aye....our brethren will have much to say about this.  We must get this stone to the grove!  Its nature is one of which you do not know, I must explain it to all save for the Scion Druid.

 

Help me with this!

[Nug 2011]

*Hoppy suddenly stops his brewing, the feeling overwhelming to him, nearly breathless as he finishes the dream along with the other Druids. Hoppy remains silent, slowly going back to his brewing...*

[Old-Rattlesnake 1534]

Verden sits comfortably on his bed reading a large tome of herbs and sipping a tall mug of iced tea. Suddenly his golden eyes begin to glow as they stare into the absence ahead of him, his mind in a different place as the dreams pour over his thoughts.

 

His head jerks upward several hours later as he awakes from the dream, his hands still in the same position he left them in. He looks shiftily to both his sides before taking another sip of his tea and squinting his eyes, "Ick, the ice melted."

[E__V__O 2000]

From tending the fungi growth Dri'Killan falls back on his back lightly, laying on the ground his first experience of an attuned message as it comes across as peace washes over his body, Dri lightly shakes but stays still feeling the emotion running throughout him as the visions happens, he smiles as he watches unknown of what it means... When the visions end Dri'Killan continues to lay there wondering.

[Bircalin 332]

The invasive aroma of a stagnant mushroom broth lingers in Bircalin's burrow. His enigmatic white eyes seemingly halting their admiration of the feral embers of the fireplace before them. His breathing is caught off-guard as the dream strikes him forcefully. Viscious flashes of Laurelin's mother grove play through his mind without pause before the unfamiliar sight of Asulon blesses his mind and finally the more memorable sight of the current grove appears before him.

"It has been long, long since The Lunar Druid faced the dream of the Druids..."

The title had not been muttered by his lips for well over a century, leaving a vibrant taste on his lips that could easily have been mistaken for the broth now dribbling through the scraggly beard upon his face.

"I don't suppose Respiren, Apollan or Aearia will be there to welcome me with open arms... Regardless, I should investigate this."

And with those final words, he packed a short-term supply of food into his satchel after generously slurping the final contents of the homemade bowl. He makes way for Leumalin's grove.

[Sultan 3953]

in the middle of the desert Mogroka hits himself with his staff on the head a couple of times.. ''Sakahn puzzy lung eared pinkey treesakaher ARIK!'' he shouts out loud.

[Saviordude 133]

Ol' Treehugger sits in his meditation chamber, a faint smile on his face. It has been ages since he had seen Laurelin, and seeing it again (even in a dream) filled him with a sense of youth and joy. Grabbing his staff, he slowly got off the mat and left the room, ascending up into his shack. Closing and locking the door behind him, he turned to the Witch Woods and began to make for Malinor. "Brother Song's goin' t' 'ave a moot soon, Tree'ugger can feel it...." he muttered, as he treks down the path. "'bout time tis somethin' important!"

[OldeTymer 323]

Callax suddenly ceases his caressing of a young oak tree as his arm falls to his side. The dream that all Druii begin to dream, he dreams as well. He admires the Groves in awe and his mind developes the feelings expressed. His thoughts deeply devour the presence of Cerridwen and as he snaps back to reality, he finds himself cradled in a branch of the oak. "I shall make way to meet my brethren..." he nods to himself in reassurance and gingerly decends the trunk of the oak, and wanders off towards the Grove.

[Evilbanana5757 154]

The Bird Druid wakes from his sleep. He gazes around excitedly, then jumps out of bed. He grins, then paces his room, trying to figure out the meaning of his strange dream. He decides to ask the others about, then sets off through the woods, picking mushrooms as he goes.