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meadowlarklogs2019-09-25 12:29 pm
kleptocratic) wrote in meadowlarklogs2019-09-25 12:29 pm
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the gates of horn and ivory
WHO: Eugenides + open!!
WHERE: Dreamland
WHEN: Late December
WHAT: Open dream prompts, + late september/october catch-all.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Possible torture.
[ For years, the gods have sent him dreams. But here, in this city, Eugenides does not hear the voice of triple-threaded Moira, or see her sitting in the halls of prophecy, her hand holding a tablet of fate. Some things he does see: a fire rolling down a mountain, an >em>ancient library lit by sunlight. Two dreams, though, happen more than most.
They are both nightmares. ]
[ Attolia's palace used to be crowded on top of the highest hill, with the temples to the old gods and the ancient agora, a megaron faced in yellow stones, with no gold on the rooftops, walled on every side. But during the peaceful reign of the Invaders, the palace was moved to the bottom of the hill, across from the harbor, where it got less shade from the mountains behind the city, allowing the windows to shine like gems in a jewel-box. This palace is built with brick and faced in marble, nestled among the olive trees, exactly as a palace should be, like something in a storybook.
Inside, it is much the same, with careful mosaics on the floor, and tapered marble columns lining the hallways. All the rooms are spacious and filled with light; this is a place of wealth and power. The crowd of people moving through into what has to be the throne room are likewise very richly dressed, with frustratingly perfect posture. They're gossiping: there's to be a royal audience this afternoon, but the royals have yet to appear. ]
[ The queen's dungeons are underneath the palace, part of the older system aqueducts and granaries that were demolished when the court moved off the mountain. These rooms are not faced with marble, and are lit only intermittently, by torchlight.
Eugenides is here, in a small and damp room that is obviously a cell, chained to the wall with heavy looking iron manacles. His breathing is rough, and there's prison sickness reddening his eyes. Or perhaps he's only been crying. In the flickering light, Eugenides seems younger than he is— or maybe he doesn't. The dream is all mixed up.
But there are footsteps sounding from the end of a long corridor. Someone is coming. ]
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WHERE: Dreamland
WHEN: Late December
WHAT: Open dream prompts, + late september/october catch-all.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Possible torture.
[ For years, the gods have sent him dreams. But here, in this city, Eugenides does not hear the voice of triple-threaded Moira, or see her sitting in the halls of prophecy, her hand holding a tablet of fate. Some things he does see: a fire rolling down a mountain, an >em>ancient library lit by sunlight. Two dreams, though, happen more than most.
They are both nightmares. ]
A. The Palace
[ Attolia's palace used to be crowded on top of the highest hill, with the temples to the old gods and the ancient agora, a megaron faced in yellow stones, with no gold on the rooftops, walled on every side. But during the peaceful reign of the Invaders, the palace was moved to the bottom of the hill, across from the harbor, where it got less shade from the mountains behind the city, allowing the windows to shine like gems in a jewel-box. This palace is built with brick and faced in marble, nestled among the olive trees, exactly as a palace should be, like something in a storybook.
Inside, it is much the same, with careful mosaics on the floor, and tapered marble columns lining the hallways. All the rooms are spacious and filled with light; this is a place of wealth and power. The crowd of people moving through into what has to be the throne room are likewise very richly dressed, with frustratingly perfect posture. They're gossiping: there's to be a royal audience this afternoon, but the royals have yet to appear. ]
B. Underneath
[ The queen's dungeons are underneath the palace, part of the older system aqueducts and granaries that were demolished when the court moved off the mountain. These rooms are not faced with marble, and are lit only intermittently, by torchlight.
Eugenides is here, in a small and damp room that is obviously a cell, chained to the wall with heavy looking iron manacles. His breathing is rough, and there's prison sickness reddening his eyes. Or perhaps he's only been crying. In the flickering light, Eugenides seems younger than he is— or maybe he doesn't. The dream is all mixed up.
But there are footsteps sounding from the end of a long corridor. Someone is coming. ]
Γ. Wildcard
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