The Dreamwalker's Tent

[welian]

There is a story. Not many people have heard or told this story.
But many, many people have experienced it.

The story begins (as most stories of this type do) with a tired, weary traveling soul who falls asleep. As they doze off, they hear or feel strange things. A voice whispering in their ear, a hand on their hand, laughing, singing, a refreshing drink being pushed to their lips. Or maybe they hear sobbing and wailing, their chest being squeezed, a sensation of evil closing and they being unable to move until a hot knife rips through their abdomen. They wake up. Sometimes. Some never do. Some never fall asleep again. Some people find that they have been robbed. Some are given gifts of great wealth. And sometimes...

Sometimes, there is a tent. It looks the same no matter where it appears. A small dome with a stick frame covered in a beast's hides. It is painted in many colors, and adorned with many trinkets. Some of the trinkets are precious gems set into gold and silver and pearl. Others are merely thing like rabbits' feet, dried flowers and herbs, or tags with hieroglyphs. The trinkets and charms take on all sorts of forms. Sometimes people take something. Sometimes they don't. Sometimes they decide to enter the tent instead.

It is the Dreamwalker's tent, and nobody ever comes out that tent as the same they went in.

Take Silas, for example. Many years ago, he was an elf traveling in the forest. He fell asleep, and saw the tent before him as he woke up. Back then, the tent was not painted, nor was there a curtain of dried grasses to guard the entrance against drafts. Those are Silas's touches. Because, you see, Silas killed a Dreamwalker. And because he killed a Dreamwalker, Silas became a Dreamwalker. Now, Silas is no longer an elf that travels in the forest. He is a monster. His skin is gray, and he walks on the legs of a beast. His body has been stretched unnaturally tall and thin. His hair is long and black and violet and cannot lie flat. His neck is long, and his face aside from his lower jaw is hidden by a plain white mask of bone. His arms are long as well, and his claws are even longer. There are small horns along his lower arms, and two large curved horns jut from his back like a terrible parody of wings. He does not remember his life as an elf, or how he came to be a Dreamwalker. He is bound to his tent and by the laws of the universe, Dreamwalker Silas now lives for one purpose.

Dreamwalker Silas lives to make people happy.

It is his tent, and he is obligated to restore hope, dreams, and happiness. To achieve this, he has many tools at his disposal. Silas's tent is covered with good-luck charms and magical artifacts. He can create illusions. He can transfer people to different realms. But his greatest and most oft-used tool by far, is listening.

So if you're a weary traveling soul who falls asleep and wakes up to a strange tent covered in painted hides and charms, think very carefully. If you're a little down, you're welcome to take one of the trinkets or charms, and continue on your way. Or if you'd like, you may enter the tent. Dreamwalker Silas will be there, and he'll be listening. And for the price of keeping him company for a little bit, he'll find a way to make you happy again.

[welian]

Silas's tent is shaped like a dome. The frame is wood, and is covered in decorated animal hides. There is a small door covered with a curtain made of dried and woven grass. One you go inside however, it is much, much larger. The ceiling is dark and painted with glowing white dots to represent the stars. A long pendant light hangs from the center and illuminates a low table made from a large tree trunk. Big overstuffed pillows are seats, and the floor is a smooth unknown surface. The walls are not the underside of the animal skins. They are white-washed wood panels decorated with red and gold silk cloth. Along the far side of the round space is an ice cabinet and a small stove. Nearby there are several rolled up mats for sleeping. Silas does not eat or sleep, but he keeps these for his clients.

[welian]

Rules:
Each person gets only one charm, if they want one at all.
You are welcome to stay at Silas's tent for as long as you like.
Silas does not approve of fighting. Please, hang up your weapons when you are asked to!

Please always follow the Gaia TOS, and keep this roleplay PG-13!
This is a literate roleplay, all posts are to be in third person, past tense. It's alright to have single-line posts, but I reserve the right to shoo you away for not using complete sentences, quotation marks, or using asterisks for actions.

No profiles are necessary, unless you'd like to work for Silas. In that case, here's the profile skeleton:

Quote:

Name:
About: This doesn't have to be very long at all.
Appearance:

Please try to keep the picture small-ish!

And remember, Silas doesn't expect people to be perfect. If they were, he'd be out of a job!

[welian]

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THE ROLEPLAY IS OPEN

[welian]

Silas sat in his tent, at the table in the center. His long neck was craned upwards as he stared at the painted constellations above through his mask. His hands were in his lap, delicately positioned as to not puncture himself with his own claws, something he was prone to doing in the past.

The tent was silent but for a single cricket sitting in the center of the table. Silas hadn't the faintest idea idea when it came in, but he did not object to its presence.

[Jiinxii]

[[ Yes, you'll definitely see more of me this evening. I'd post my reply now, but I worry that it'd interfere with anyone else and look a little odd to leave my Solé sitting there idle for a long time. ^^;

Then there's also the fact that I've yet to actually come UP with a reply.

...anyway- yes. I'll probably be a little late (depending on your time zone, as I'm in Central Florida), but I'll reply here today. See you later! ]]

[Jiinxii]

Yaaaaaaaaawwwnnn..

"Mmmph. Where am I..?" Hell of a place to wake up in. She felt like she'd slept so well, though. Someone had been singing, but she wasn't sure what the song was. It was something sunny and cheery and upbeat. Something happy. She only wished she could find out what the song was called, especially since it was still softly ringing in her head.

Her pondering was slowly beginning to shift from that song, though. The more awake she became, the more aware she was of her surroundings. The more aware she became that she didn't seem to be in the same place she'd fallen asleep. Rather, there was a tent there. A rather... elaborate tent, at that. The pale-blonde rubbed at her eyes and pushed herself up onto her feet, meaning to take a look around her new surroundings... before a trinket on the tent's outer surface caught her eye. Something that was glinting blue when she moved.. "Prettyyyy," she whispered when she finally reached the stone. It was a deep murky green in color, with cracks and fractures snaking through the heart of it, though it seemed to stay intact quite well regardless. It was a natural sort of flat, as if it'd been made that way by years of wear and was smooth to the touch. As she plucked it from the side and turned it between her delicate fingers, it glimmered the brightest shade of flourescent blue the girl had ever seen.

Shiny things got her attention quite often, being the simple (and someone air-headed) girl that she was. So if something this neat was on the outside, she immediately decided she had to venture in. Were there more things like this in there? Running her thumb over the stone's small inscribed wing hieroglyph, she carefully slipped in through the grass curtain doorway, and stood rooted to her spot. Cheery amber-colored eyes looked about in mock awe at the change.

Suppose if someone was watching all this, it might prove amusing. She'd stick her head back out the door and look around... only to turn back and look in again. "..but.. I don't get it."

[[ Just for the sake of saving on how lengthy this might end up being... ^^; I'll give you a picture of what she basically looks like. Clicky! ]]

[welian]

Of course, someone had been watching. Silas looked at the girl as she came in, and then checked the surroundings outside. The cricket had fallen silent, watching her as well. Perhaps it was because they were silent that she didn't see them? the cricket wondered.

"What do you not get?" Silas asked, appearing next to her. He could move very quickly and silently despite his seemingly awkward body and large lower claws. Simply, he used magic.

[welian]

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[iCheru]

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[iCheru]

A piano....

She could hear it....

A sweet, soft melody....Bach? No...No...Mozart.

No...

Pachelbel....Pachelbel Canon in D major.

Her ears twitched on the top of her head as the song played through. Her arms slowly let her body go, the once cold place she felt was now warm, and slowly covering her body as the song continued. Golden eyes came from behind her eyelids with a blink or two, as the young female stirred. She found herself in the front of a very decorative tent. The piano that she heard, that warm lovely song. The neko , who had vaguely forgot what had bee happening before, only with the scratches on her body and clothes and a array of gashes as a clue. Her short blond hai was dirty as was the rest of her. The cold, broken chain on her wrist... She had a faint memory...Being chased...men...weapons...She could not clearly recall it. She was too entranced by the tent in all it's mystery.

The blonde colored ears on the top of her head flatted a bit then rose as she leaned her head, her tail waving around in curiosity. She began to rise, wincing a bit at her injuries. She began to walk forward, stopping when she noticed the silver pike on the ground, quickly scooping up her item, wondering how she didn't notice it before. She clutched it cautiously drawing near attracted by the oddness of how something so...random just appeared out of nowhere.

The grassy entrance of the tent caught her attention after, big, golden eyes staring innocently in pure temptation to go in.. and that she did...

Silence...Eyes wide with surprise in awe, she stood dumbfounded by the glamor and the splendor. her grip loosened on her own weapon as she moved this way and that to look around without moving from her spot. It was then that she remembered that she heard a piano, searching for any indication of one in this brilliant place.

And for a moment, nothing hurt at all...

But all the same...where was she?

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[welian]

((Hi there, thanks for joining in! How are this fine -- *glances out the window* overcast evening?))
((nekoshojo, since you haven't posted in a while, I'm going to move on ahead))

Silas was within his tent, as he always was. His meditation was halted as a girl with blond ears and a tail entered the tent. He remained silent and still, only opening his eyes (black schlera, dull golden irises) to track her movement around his tent. When she wanted to speak, she would, Silas concluded to himself.

The little cricket that was his companion began to chirp incessantly, announcing to Silas what was already known.

[iCheru]

((I'm good, thank you. Neko has been really busy as of late, so she won't mind. She's the one that showed me this thread~! ))

Silas would have been correct.

If it wasn't for a fact that he hadn't know. Han Ro...couldn't talk.

Well no one knew is she could talk...She just...never did. The girl, however, hadn't noticed the beast in his spot, turning this way and any way she could until she walked to one side, admiring the pretty array of shiny jewels and gems with the metals and other odd things. She raised a clawed finger to tap a pale gray, glass orb that looked like a tornado was whirling in it. She'd tap it again, watching it swing back and forth on it's silver chain like a pendulum. She'd the turn her head to a rabbits foot, frowning as she tapped it also, jolting her finger back as if scared to see the foot of a once living animal. Her ears flattened slightly.

She would then go the other way, exploring this pretty place that she had forgotten how creepy it looked on the outside. She'd even try to climb the low table to get a better look at the ceiling. She then decided not too, remembering what her father used to tell her about climbing on things...Instead, she spotted a pretty charm...A pretty swirling storm of orange, red, and gold on a red thread and tassels.It was crack on the inside, like a cat's eye... It reminded her of her earring, but prettier. She would try to reach it standing on her toes, a tab bit too short to reach it, and then she would jump. Still too short, she landed on her feet, a shock going up both legs as she collapsed, clinging to her pike like a walking stick...how had she forgotten her injuries? She didn't know...he legs wee in pain now that she disturbed the wounds with that jump.

Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to cope with the pain until it passed.