The Lore of Alchemist Lumos of Dreams
Actually I’m surprised he listened at all but I’d agreed to travel in his dreams until I found the dream that had been bothering him. Because he was Dwarzgarth I couldn’t exactly say “No.” Between him and his companion Mina they have a presence that doesn’t often take no for an answer.
I knew I would need to brew a powerful potion if it was going to have the potency to make the meaning clear.
I gathered the ingredients from around the Dream Master Lake making sure to avoid the Blue Wizard Bastion, as a Red Cleric Alchemist I didn’t want to get into a discussion about who had the stronger potions, the red or the blue. Obviously my title as Lumos Of Dreams should have made it abundantly clear who had the power, but that didn’t mean I wanted to debate it with a blue until both of us were blue in the face.
To collect the ingredients required the services of my faith companion Peabody, if you haven’t met him, he is an ember frog. He has the ability, with the aid of my Rune power, to collect the hottest of brimstone from the volcano by the Alchemist Archipelago. It is always a difficult journey. He has to make his way to the very edge of hottest lava and flick his tongue to catch a piece of the boiling brimstone. But once I have laid the charm on him through my Rune he is able to hold the piece in readiness until I need it to make my passion potion. The formula for this potion is hidden away in a book on apothecary that I have placed an invisibility spell on. The knowledge of dreams can be dangerous, and for this to fall into the wrong hands might be disastrous.
When people hear the word, “passion potion” they often think this just has to do with romantic feelings, and of course it is possible to brew such a potion, but there are many things in the world to be passionate about. The passion for knowledge, or the passion for truth, or the passion to see justice done for the weak, these are all strong forms of passion.
For Dwarzgarth the potion would be to aid him in his passion for knowledge about what his dream meant.
He explained it to me, but until I’d walked the dream with the potion filling my mind I knew it was hopeless to even try and discern its meaning.
But he insisted so I let him tell it. Dwarsgarth began,
“In my dream I was sitting comfortably in my favorite chair when suddenly there was a noise outside, an indiscernible mummer that grew to a rumble and by the time I arrived at the front door it had built to roar. I watched in amazement as thousands of images flashed before my eyes and suddenly one that resembled me flashed out and struck me. As I was knocked to the floor another image of a strange land passed before my eyes and a voice said, “Home For thee, Home For Thine, Home for Thousands. Yet home for the one, thine only one.” As I fell I expected to feel my head strike the floor but instead I found myself falling through space and then I realized I was flying, flying over the strange land. And then I awoke.”
He couldn’t make sense of any of if it, and so he had sought my services. I am The Lumos of Dreams after all, if I couldn’t figure it out no one could.
As night fell I entered my chambers and laid full length on my illumination couch. I fixed the image of Dwarzgarth in my mind and drank down the potion. I laid back on the couch and waited for the effects to come, I didn’t have to wait long. I was suddenly drawn down a long dark tunnel that quickly began to have wisps and streaks of light passing by. It was like falling into a deep well with dim lights flashing by. But suddenly with an almost cold splash I fully entered the world of dreams. The sense of speed and movement stopped as I was surrounded by a world of lights in every direction. Instead of falling I was floating and the lights began to take shape like soap bubbles of light. If I stopped to look carefully at any particular one I was able to look into it, to look into the dream of the person. But I wasn’t here for just any dream, I had fixed my mind on a particular dream, and even though Dwarzgarth wasn’t dreaming it right at the moment it didn’t matter, in the world of dreams it would still be there, lingering for a long time because it was so powerful a dream.
Immediately upon thinking about it I spied it in the distance. It was brighter, and larger than any other dream I could see, and it pulsed with vibrancy and life. I approached it carefully making sure to not disturb it. I didn’t wish to speak to Dwarzgarth in his dreams, though that was possible, I was only here as an observer but with the power of Lumos, the power to reveal the dream and its meaning, at least much of it.
I saw him sitting in his house and knew this to mean he had ceased traveling. Then the noise began outside and I saw it was going to be an act of creation. And at first just a few folks seemed interested and were speaking in a low mummer about it. But as excitement built the crowd increased until there was a great roar at the moment of creation. The images he had seen were images of Wizards, thousands of them, all different, all unique, and all created for one purpose. The one that came out of the collection was of course Dwarzgarth himself, he had been drawn out of his house and cast into this world. As he fell into the world he saw the map of the world and all of the various places he would explore.
The voice he heard meant the world thus created was for him, for his beloved Mina of the Forest, for their children, and for all the wizards. The one, thine only one was of course his son. A unique and special person of this world. I could sense the dream world wanted to reveal more to me, but this dream had told me all it could.
I awoke to tell Dwarzgarth, “The world is yours to explore, it is the place you will find your son, he too inhabits this new land, though how you might find him will require you to have more dreams, perhaps in some future sleep.”
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