Saw God; go me.To backtrack a bit: did a bit of shopping (sold off one of the sapphires, sigh) and now Cedar has a riding dog (wolf?) and Barg has a big-ass bow. And had a beer or three. Got our writ of passage from bat-man and set off.
Stood second watch and was uneventful until I woke up Barg for third and Barg went off on a long story about this dream he'd been having. Like, a Dream dream. Am a little muddled on this (have you ever tried to sort out "what really happened" with someone else telling you about their dream?): Cedar got there first, met a horse-headed girl named Blitta. She wanted a carrot. Barg joined him. It was determined that "something wanted them there" - someone, or "sometimes the land itself can dream". They saw a clearing with some ogres, who ignored them; they saw a palisade, which then vanished, and was built again by Siarrans? Lucan showed up somewhere in here. Some "nightmares" - really scary shadow guys on dark horses - rode into the palisade. And meanwhile time was going all wonky; people "knew" it was two years ago. Approaching the palisade invisibly (except for Cygwin, who had joined them by now), people saw a gigantic silver dragon and found a pendant with a symbol of peace on it from their own language. And the moon kept jumping around too, rising and moving really fast.
Woke Barg up at this point; decided despite some queasiness to try to dream myself and join them.
The dragon was unimaginably vast and always further away, like the Last Mountain. And beautiful. Had been pretty impressed by Siarrah but this was just... awe is not enough. The stories of the dwarves are full of dragons; they're our greatest enemies, but also something to be respected and honored, with their great hoards and flames hotter than a dwarven forge. Which is pretty grepping hot I can tell you. There are not so many things more wondrous than dwarven craft - the mountains themselves are one. Dragons - this dragon - are another; it was like the essence of magnificence. Silver like the purest metal. And it *looked* at me.
Then, as if this wasn't enough, my Master showed up. THE Master. Also off in the distance, coming up the valley with what I assume was a bunch of other Correllendor notables who I didn't recognize. Couldn't not recognize the Master - all the stuff I try for, wholeness and necessity and all that, he just *was*. He didn't look at me and I wasn't sure if I wanted him to or not - would he recognize me as being of his order? Would he recognize me as *not* being of his order? Was at a loss. Then everything went dark as Kanton held peace medallions out to the Avatars and the dragon. Tried to dream some more but couldn't remember anything.
In light, am not sure whether this was a good or bad dream. Clans don't care much about Correlendi "avatars"; much more interested in dragons. So, major quasi-mythic figures of my people and my path in apparent conflict. Great. But, Kanton in a good vein there with the offering peace. The dwarfclans know the value of an unusual trading partner... if these Illendi aren't all bad. (Hm... if the Illendi have interesting skills or materials, could establishing some kind of trade contact be worth my marriage price? Think about this.)
In other news, it appears Cygwin has brought the rare quality of brains to the party, as he agreed that the proper response to being a javelin target for ogres was avoiding the situation (and handy use of one of those druid plants-trap-you things). Not his fault he fell in a quicksand trap.
[And in XP news, we each got an even 1000 for the Illendi caves and 130 for talking to the anghil guy (Fahaeli? <checks email> Feheley. Heh, with the angel association my brain just wants to get an -ael or -iel in there somewhere).]