((Now that Lyrick's RL has settled down just a little, I suppose we should get this moving again...!))


Valianna sighs heavily.  <I must be an idiot... wouldn't want this lot tramping around in MY mind, so why...>

"Fine.  Let's get this over with, figure out whatever's giving you nightmares, and then maybe we can get back to our lives.  At least if your memories are locked in some kind of vault we have one of the best to help us..."  She smiles briefly at Nklos, his mention of 'brain spiders' making her very nervous, then turns back to the bard and plucks one of the beads out of his hand.  Folding it tightly into her palm, she takes a deep breath and looks Lyrick in the eye.  "What do I need to do?"

Shivering at the mention of spiders Lyrick does his best to smile warmly at the three as they each take a bead. With a muttered word of thankfulness he moves to stand in the center of the diagram, before sitting lotus style over the symbol of memory.

 

“Sit down around the diagram in a triangle; Nklos at the head here, Al you take the left base corner, and Vali you take the right. Make sure you get comfortable because your bodies will be sitting that way for awhile.”

 

Lyrick stops his explanation for a second as a thought occurs to him, “In fact, you may all want to make use of the privy before we do this. You know…Just in case. In fact, I think I will go keep care of that myself. Afterall I would hate for any of you to run into thoughts of waterfalls or floods.”

 

With that pleasant image planted in their minds the bard arose from his seated position and left the confines of the quarters, presumably to go relieve himself. Returning a few minutes later he waited until everyone had settled down back into their respective positions and prepared to begin the ceremony.

 

Sovereigns preserve me…And if you can’t do that, then at least preserve these three. But if you can preserve me I would really really appreciate it…A lot.

 

Clearing his throat he began low sonorous chant under his breath, tracing a symbol in the air before him with a feathery-fetish. He then touched each of the three on their forehead right between their eyes with the symbol, tracing the symbol in the air again after each time.

 

As the fetish touches each of the gathered guildmates their eyes grow heavy, weighing down as they feel a deep sleep began to steal them away. Their bodies quiet, each of their heartbeats slowing down, followed by a sensation of floating in water, buoyed up by a thousand bubbles rising from the depths. And then, darkness…

Seeing all three of his companion's reaction to the mention of mind spiders Nklos curses inwardly.  He knew spiders were not something that made Vali comfortable, but the others took him by surprise.  "Don't worry." he speaks in a reassuring tone.  "They are not actually spiders.  They just look like them.  In reality they are parasites from the plane of dream that feed off the will power of those they infest.  It is not a big deal really if you have them.  Everyone gets one now and again when they dream, but when we are walking through his mind try to avoid getting bitten.  They feed off of your force of personality, and seeing that that is probably all we will be in knucklehead's head..."  Nklos smiles feeling that the incomplete sentence should have reassured his friends that they do not actually have to worry about spiders.

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The idea of Nklos and his friends sitting in a pool of their own mess made him cringe, he dismissed Lyrick's suggestion with a simple explanation.  "I have not eaten solid food in.. well I guess Bitzy baked me that cake two weeks ago.  So yeah.  And my body metabolizes scotch very efficiently, I don't think I will need to worry."


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Sitting at the top of the triangle Nklos wondered to himself why he had to sit where he did.  If the assigned seating really mattered.  Deciding it did not matter, that he certainly would not be letting any of the Fellowship traipse through his thoughts any time soon, he did not need to know the ins and outs of the magic.  The thought of people discovering some of the things he had locked away in the recesses of his mind made him feel uncomfortable.  Then the sensation of sleep washed over him.  His mind raced as it was washed away, would his mark have effect on others in their mind?  He had been in minds before and could not remember the details.  And would this rest be enough for his body to recharge his body?