*Cleaver sleeps on his private chambers, it was a long day... and then, the dream starts, cleaver is in a pitch black place, where nothing can be seen, and then, the feeling of a presence nearby*
Its so dark... i must be dreaming... its so cold... i cant move... wait... who is there??? Show yourself!!!
*The presence feels it self closer and closer, all of the sudden, a sense of calm and serenity invades Cleaver, and he feels no more panic, and then, comes the feeling that this has happened before, and is familiar; Cleaver then asks;*
*Sharp pain in the forehead persisted for but a moment. auditory sensations like rain falling.. thunder.. the wind blows through the young boy in the vision... Who was a man now. But the voice always saw him as the child. *
~In every color there's the light, in every stone sleeps a crystal, Man is the dream of the dolphin...~
"We hear the child. 'we' listen."
*The humming was more intense the connection was there, the feeling of being withing and of a warm void, sometimes there were pictures.. environments.. places.. more often it was more like a dreamless sleep. The body was asleep. the mind was awake.*
*Cleaver listens to the voice, it makes no sound, but echoes in his mind like a melody, a simphony of stars, in the void filled, silent universe, all of the sudden, chaos takes shape, the random now has order, and everything seems to make sense*
"are you god?" "if you are god, what am i?"
"you placed me amongst people, and i see them as lambs, but am i their wolf? or their shepperd?"
"what is my role, in this world you delivered me?"
"The ocean, a drop, all that is, combines -many- voices. Do not stand upon the shoulders of mountains, 'yours' have feet. Invest in the self."
*the winds blew*
"Shepherds, Gods, Wolves, and Lambs join the chorus, the symphony/song of all that is. Connect the dots, the roles they fill. Small, but important. Choose yourself... the mission 'yours' holds is the natural way."
"The way, followed, -others- may join/follow -Many- oppose. The advent comes, the storm brews, spirits flee old fortresses, 'we' seek -freash- minds to fill with the light. "
"Few, will be prophets, yours will have little peers. in name."
Spirits, you delivered me, in this tribe, we call corsairs, they are free spirits, children, and pure of hearts, free of the corruption, you gave our tribe artifacts, knowlege and wisdom, and this knowlege is denied by other tribes, i will see to it, that the light comes to all, and everyone is free, like we are.
The other tribes, i call them the core tribes, are the most corrupt ones, instead of knowlege, and freedom, they defend opression, and materialism.
Liberty, Rheinland, Bretonia, Kussari, and Gallia.
The outcast tribe, i see them as kindred spirits, they are also pure, free of corruption its a shame they dont mingle with our tribe.
Wich of the corrupt ones would you like me to handle first spirit?
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