Twist 2026/09/11(Fri)03:37 No. 1131914 ID: f69ece
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All isn't quite as well as it might seem, though; through all the calm of the night, Iantha is moving. Something is troubling her sleep.

Why don't we leave Yriel to his rest for now, and take a look?

Twist 2026/09/11(Fri)03:37 No. 1131915 ID: f69ece
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> Be the dreaming monk.

You are now Iantha, and you find yourself standing in the center of an unfamiliar longhouse.

You can hear the steady drum of heavy rain against the roof, and a crowd of strangers presses in around you, their features hazy and uncertain.

They make their way, slowly and without any particular urgency, towards a raised platform at the other end of the longhouse, though the crowd prevents you from seeing much of what might be on it.

What will you do?

>>1131912
>this plane
Oh, he's from a different plane. An Outsider.

>>1131915
Leave.

Fall back to be out of the crowd

Twist 2026/09/13(Sun)20:32 No. 1131988 ID: f69ece
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> Scan the crowd.

You try to focus on the people around you, seeking any hint of familiarity. If your location is unfamiliar and your circumstances are unknown, then finding someone you know could go a long way.

The features of the people around you remain fuzzy and indistinct, enough that your head starts spinning the harder you try to bring them into focus, but you begin to see flashes of familiar features, each becoming lost as soon as you start to bring them into focus.

You see Yriel's hair disappearing into the crowd, you catch Sverrir's polished armor and the swish of Palla's robe. For one terrifying moment, you think you see the pattern of your mother's tattoos.

Every time you catch a glimpse of someone you recognize, the crowd shifts to obscure them, and you lose track.

Twist 2026/09/13(Sun)20:32 No. 1131989 ID: f69ece
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> Leave.

You've never much liked crowds or being touched, and this longhouse is quickly becoming unbearable. You back your way out of the crowd, eventually falling back out of the press of bodies and to the heavy wooden door behind you.

The sound of the rain outside is louder here, and as you put your hand to the wood, you can feel it rattle from the force of the wind. The storm out there must be intense.

You like the wind and rain, though, certainly more than you like a hall full of strangers, and so you try the door.

Twist 2026/09/13(Sun)20:32 No. 1131990 ID: f69ece
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It's locked. The door has no obvious keyhole, but no matter how hard you try, the door refuses to budge.

As you step in to try to force the door open, your foot lands in a puddle at the front of the door that you're sure wasn't there a moment ago, as the rainwater starts to pour in through the gaps in the door. More than that, it's even starting to soak through the door's planks.

It looks like this is going to start flooding badly, and soon.

Either try a window if escape is still priority, but if the door is indeed budged shut from flood water then making your way to the rafters might be more prudent

Looks like you need to go up. See any ladders or stairs?

head to the next floor. find someone that looks resourceful to help with your escape

Simply walk through the door. It isn't there.

You have to join the crowd on the raised platform. It is the only way to escape the flood, since it is raised.

Call for your mom, the one you saw among the crowd.

Tell you are sorry it's been so long and that you want to talk with her in private, outside the longhouse.

Watch her open the door.

Laugh.

Twist 2026/10/08(Thu)19:36 No. 1132729 ID: f69ece
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> If out isn't an option, then let's try to go up.

You don't know, exactly, how bad the flooding is going to get, but you do know that you do not want to be at the floor level when you find out.

The longhouse is only one story tall, but you're a strong climber. You think you can get yourself up into the rafters.

Maybe the windows will give you enough of a foothold to reach them? They'd better, because there aren't all that many other options here. You might have better luck on the raised platform at the other end of the hall, but…

Something sticks in your head about that raised platform. You don't know what's on it or what this crowd is doing when they get there, but you can't shake the feeling that finding out won't be any better than the flood.

You know this dream has no good possible outcome, right?

Twist 2026/10/08(Thu)19:36 No. 1132730 ID: f69ece
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You blink hard and shake your head, but you know it won't change anything.

Still, you haul yourself up by what space you can find on the windowsill, and try to start climbing your way up.

Twist 2026/10/08(Thu)19:36 No. 1132731 ID: f69ece
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Something catches your eye.

From where you are now, just slightly above the crowd, you catch a glimpse of the raised platform.

Twist 2026/10/08(Thu)19:36 No. 1132732 ID: f69ece
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(4/5)

Twist 2026/10/08(Thu)19:36 No. 1132733 ID: f69ece
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……

Is that a fucking bear?

Keep climbing into the rafters. Keep an eye on the bear to see what it does. Maybe it's a dancing bear?

recruit bear to help you climb and smash through the roof

>>1132733
No, it's a justice bear!

Those scales behind it's head imply it's here to judge us, possibly by the flooding room or by mauling.

Keep climbing and watching the congregation and... yeah, prepare.. *gulp* prepare for judgement.

Twist 2026/10/14(Wed)00:17 No. 1132974 ID: f69ece
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> Observe the bear.

You could keep climbing, but you wait where you are for a few more moments, waiting to observe the bear.

One of the featureless figures breaks from the crowd, approaching the bear without fear. You hear no conversation, see no sign of any information being exchanged between the two, but the figure holds out its hands, expectant.

Twist 2026/10/14(Wed)00:17 No. 1132975 ID: f69ece
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The bear drops something into the figure's hands and steps back, beckoning them to the raised platform, and the massive set of scales behind it.

Twist 2026/10/14(Wed)00:17 No. 1132976 ID: f69ece
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From where you're watching, you can just barely see into the scale's pans as the figure approaches one of them. The pan on the right is full, smooth river rocks piled haphazardly in the center. The lefthand pan is sadly empty in comparison, a scant few stones scattered in the bottom.

The figure adds their stone to the growing pile on the right.

You feel a drop of water hit your cheek as the roof begins to leak.

It looks like this is a form of symbolism.
A few hard-working, tenacious people are worth as much as all the nobodies of the world put together.

Time to follow by example; approach the bear, accept the peeble, and put it on the scale that best suits you.

Also, is the vest the bear is wearing reminding of anyone or anything you have seen before?

looks like time's up. should put a stone on the left side to be contrarian

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133903 ID: f69ece
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Additional warning on this update for thalassophobia and drowning.

> Go to the platform.

It looks like your time is up. With the way the roof is leaking, it's only a matter of time before this building succumbs to the flood, and you don't think there's anywhere safe to escape to.

You, maybe a little reluctantly, climb down from the window and rejoin the crowd.

The crowd is no longer moving towards the platform, but they step aside now, beckoning you towards the front.

They say nothing, but still they seem to tell you: yours is the only vote left. Their fate hangs in the balance, and your contribution is all they have left to sway it.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133904 ID: f69ece
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You make your way to the front of the room, and sooner than you're ready for, you stand in front of the bear. It stares down at you with an unreadable, animal gaze, and holds out a paw, waiting for your open hands.

When it drops your stone, a smooth grey river rock, into your palm, you're surprised to find it cool and surprisingly heavy, a weight that might be comforting had you found it in the waking world but in this dream only feels like a choking expectation.

Once it is in your hand you know, without any explanation, what it means and what you are expected to do.

You approach the scale.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133905 ID: f69ece
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The left-hand pan, with only a handful of stones scattered across the bottom, represents every soul on Eraname willing to help to stop the current disaster.

The right-hand pan, heavy with the heaped pile of stones, represents all those who will not. Many of them are actively working against what would stop what is coming, but most simply don't want to interrupt their lives or don't care enough to act.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133906 ID: f69ece
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This is hardly a question. Already, you have been asked to act, and already, you have decided you are going to help.

You put your stone in the left pan.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133907 ID: f69ece
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For a moment, the scale teeters, as if you might have changed the balance, but that doesn't last. Then, the scale settles back, just as it was.

Your choice was not enough. It never could have been.

Your efforts, no matter what they might be, could never overcome the overwhelming force of civilization's apathy.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133908 ID: f69ece
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With no more votes to cast, it seems your fate is sealed. With a creaking, splintering groan of wood, the longhouse begins to give way to the storm, the water rushing in past your feet.

Impossibly quickly, the waters rise.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133909 ID: f69ece
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The world falls away around you. The longhouse is gone, the ground is out of your view entirely, and all the figures making up the crowd that had been around you float listlessly down into the black water below you, unwilling to lift a finger even to prevent themselves from drowning.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133910 ID: f69ece
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Before long, the water has risen faster than you can keep up with, and you join them underwater, watching the surface stretch ever further out of your reach.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133911 ID: f69ece
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Something grabs your ankle.

Below you, the crowd that had been only listlessly drifting downward to their deaths has turned its attention to you, and as one they have reached out to drag you with them.

Their grip is too strong, and even as panic and adrenaline try to give you the strength to break free and swim for the surface, your body is going weak, your lungs burning for air.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133912 ID: f69ece
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You cannot escape.

The light fades above you as you're pulled into the impossible depths, and all strength leaves your body. You have no more fight left in you.

You relax, settling back into uncountable reaching hands, and your lungs fill with water.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133913 ID: f69ece
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Everything goes black.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133914 ID: f69ece
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You bolt upright, choking and gasping for air. Your throat is sore from where your own hand had evidently found it in your sleep, and you cough, gratefully taking in lungfuls of humid air.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133915 ID: f69ece
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Once you've satisfied your need for air, you put your head in your hands.

Shit.

You really hoped you would have longer before you would have to deal with this. At the very least, you had hoped the nightmares might wait until you could manage more private sleeping arrangements.

Luckily, Yriel seems to be deeply asleep, unbothered by your thrashing, but that won't happen every time. And what about the Captain? He was on watch, did he hear you?

You can't keep this secret forever, you know that. Sooner or later, you'll see something in one of these dreams that the others need to know about.

For now, all there really is to do is take over Stand's watch, and wait until morning. But, once the sun has risen and both your companions are awake, you'll need to decide what to do.

Do you tell them about your dream, or keep the secret a while longer?

>>1133915
Are they prophetic? If so, then yes. Anything to increase the chances of more people trying to stop the disaster.

you don't need to tell them the details of this one, but if your dreams are prophetic they should know that

Twist 2026/11/14(Sat)03:39 No. 1134094 ID: f69ece
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> Tell them. This is too important to keep them in the dark.

You know that. Of course you need to tell them, sooner or later, if you want to have any hope that they'll believe your warnings when you do make them.

Still, the thought makes your chest go tight with worry. You don't make a habit of talking about your nightmares. People struggle to believe you, always have, and you've spent quite enough time being dismissed at this point.

You had hoped that would change when you came to Aalen, but even there, only one person had much of use to say, and so much of that was cryptic and frustrating.

You sigh, resolving to have this conversation in the morning, and get up to relieve Stand from his watch.

This is going to suck.

Twist 2026/11/14(Sat)03:39 No. 1134095 ID: f69ece
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The next morning, the sun rises into a grey, foreboding sky. The air is thick and humid, and wind is beginning to pick up.

You are Yriel once again.

You go through the motions of your morning as you slowly wake, starting the process of packing your bedroll, setting a pot over the fire for some food, and leaving breaking down the tent for Stand to manage while Iantha sits in her morning meditation.

Twist 2026/11/14(Sat)03:39 No. 1134096 ID: f69ece
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Before long, you've finished making your little group's breakfast, and you raise your voice to call over Stand and a clearly tired Iantha.

She jumps a little when you raise your voice. Okay. An anxious and clearly tired Iantha, apparently.

Twist 2026/11/14(Sat)03:39 No. 1134097 ID: f69ece
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Iantha walks over, and Stand joins you, bright and chipper. He takes a deep breath of the morning air, thick as it is, and looks at the two of you with excitement in his eyes.

Yriel: "Did you sleep?"

Usually, asking Iantha this, you might be more accusatory about this. Usually, when she doesn't sleep, you think it's out of some strange stubbornness, a refusal for the sake of refusal. Today, you all slept in a bedroll on the ground, and you can hardly blame her for struggling.

Iantha: "Some."
Stand: "Like a baby!"

You hand them both the best you can manage for breakfast. It's not much, a simple rice porridge that you've put some dried fruit from your travel rations into, but it's hot, and it's certainly better than just eating those dry rations.

Stand tucks into his with enthusiasm, but Iantha stirs hers around more than she eats.

Twist 2026/11/14(Sat)03:39 No. 1134098 ID: f69ece
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Yriel: "You should eat, Iantha. We've got a lot of ground to cover, and it would be no good for you to lose strength partway."

Iantha: "I am- I mean, I will be fine. Thank you for your concern."

Getting this girl to sleep and eat is a battle for stronger men than you on the best of days, but there's something more to it, today. She flees eye contact with you, and when you turn your attention more fully towards her, she flinches away.

Yriel: "Is something on your mind? You seem skittish this morning."

Iantha: "Um."

Twist 2026/11/14(Sat)03:39 No. 1134099 ID: f69ece
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She tenses, and you see her squeeze her eyes shut. She takes a slow breath, in through her nose and out in a slow stream from her mouth. Whatever she's about to say, she needs to steel herself for it.

Iantha: "I… Uh. I had a nightmare last night."

What? Is that it?

Yriel: "What?"

Iantha: "I-i mean that to say- and, I am aware of how ridiculous it may sound, but please, let me finish."

Iantha: "I have visions, sometimes. My nightmares are not always terribly clear, and I do not always know what it means until the events it was warning me of are coming to pass, but… When I sleep, I see tragedies yet to come."

Iantha: "Last night was one of these visions."

Twist 2026/11/14(Sat)03:39 No. 1134100 ID: f69ece
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Iantha: "I understand that this is strange, and may be hard to believe, but- Please, I hope you can believe me."

Iantha looks up finally, an almost pleading look in her eyes as her eyes switch from you to Stand and back again.

You can't imagine how many people must have brushed her off in the past to make her look at the two of you like that.

Stand, to his credit, seems deep in thought. Questioning this does not seem to have occurred to him.

It would explain some things, you think. Iantha has had issues with sleep for as long as you've been treating her, but you've handled cases with insomnia before, and your other patients are rarely as cagey about their issues as this girl is, nor are they usually so resistant to trying to treat it. This secret would explain exactly why.

Gifts like this aren't impossible. You know of Palla, back at the Monastery, who always seems to know impossible things. There's divination magic that can reveal the future, and all manner of stories about prophets, and while Prophecy is a dangerous subject and is best left for cyclops and fey, dreams of the future isn't exactly the strangest thing you've heard of, as rare as they may be.

Unfortunately, you also know that, more common than genuine visions, are hallucinations and delusion. While you know it may be possible for

Do you believe her? How do you feel about this revelation? How will you respond?

>>1134100
Ah, poor girl. That's a heavy gift to carry, and even worse when people don't believe her. That explains why she's avoiding sleep, as well.

First tell her that you are inclined to believe her but you'd like to confirm it since it's quite rare. Ask for examples of her visions coming to pass in a way that she was able to predict what was going to happen *before* it happened. How often are they that precise? How often are they muddled, vague, metaphorical, or confusing? Has she ever been able to use the information in her visions to prevent something bad happening, or does it happen no matter what she does? Do they ALL wind up being prophetic or does she have regular nightmares or dreams sometimes?

That sort of information should give you a good idea if they are really prophetic dreams, and how useful they really are. What was the dream she had last night?

>>1134101
this