09-17-2021, 03:43 PM
Though Nyxxa had changed the makeup of her dreamscape much after the Deceiver had visited it, much of what remained still ultimately stayed the same.
The fountain was gone, as well as the statue covered in plants dispensing the water. Recollections of a Moonwell, she now realized in hindsight, and a monument to Elune.
Instead, there was a vast lake that went far beyond her view, surrounded by the same gnarled forest of twisted thorns, flowers and trees. On the edge of the lake was an ancient and well worn gazebo of stone, with a stone table and chairs at it's center and walls on it's side just big enough to sit on. Like the fountain had been, it was partially overtaken by the woods. It was covered in moss, dotted in flowers and several small trees curled up the sides of the structure.
There, Nyxxa sat on one of the side walls waiting for Agent Shadowsong to arrive. At her side was her flute. She intended to play it as she often did while waiting for someone to arrive in her dreams. But, given her mood and the lingering affects of the necromancer's soul, she didn't really have the heart too.
So, she simply waited, lost in thought about the best way to broach the topic, and worried that given her dreams had been compromised in the first place it might be a mistake to meet with Altruis here too. But... there was a lot to explain and sending would only do so much. She only hoped that he would understand that.
Though given everything that had happened, there was still uncertainty that she had been making the right calls. Lately she had felt herself questioning each and every choice she had made on her own.
Perhaps an actual Illidari could provide more clarity on that.
The fountain was gone, as well as the statue covered in plants dispensing the water. Recollections of a Moonwell, she now realized in hindsight, and a monument to Elune.
Instead, there was a vast lake that went far beyond her view, surrounded by the same gnarled forest of twisted thorns, flowers and trees. On the edge of the lake was an ancient and well worn gazebo of stone, with a stone table and chairs at it's center and walls on it's side just big enough to sit on. Like the fountain had been, it was partially overtaken by the woods. It was covered in moss, dotted in flowers and several small trees curled up the sides of the structure.
There, Nyxxa sat on one of the side walls waiting for Agent Shadowsong to arrive. At her side was her flute. She intended to play it as she often did while waiting for someone to arrive in her dreams. But, given her mood and the lingering affects of the necromancer's soul, she didn't really have the heart too.
So, she simply waited, lost in thought about the best way to broach the topic, and worried that given her dreams had been compromised in the first place it might be a mistake to meet with Altruis here too. But... there was a lot to explain and sending would only do so much. She only hoped that he would understand that.
Though given everything that had happened, there was still uncertainty that she had been making the right calls. Lately she had felt herself questioning each and every choice she had made on her own.
Perhaps an actual Illidari could provide more clarity on that.