The 9th Hour... (Phase 1: Sept-Oct Event)

[central_librarymods]

The cold presence is seeping in through the dark shadows. The darkness is reaching further, brushing the minds of the patrons and opening doors to dimensions that should not be open. Something wants in. But in the Central Library, there are ways to get through without crossing entirely… through your dreams. Among other things.

Pick one of the options below and make a post for other patrons to join you in the events. You may make up your own, but keep it matching the event at hand as the different phases of the event will progressively get worse.

1. Your dreams are getting dangerous, violent even. When you wake up, there are bruises and injuries that shouldn’t be there. What is going on? Why are your dreams becoming a reality little by little? And why is it getting so hard to wake up?


2. Things are shifting in the Library. The shadows are moving and the temperatures are starting to drop. There are cold spots that sometimes get colder and sometimes it feels like if you turn around, you’ll find someone right behind you.


3. The monsters are looking a bit more frantic and daring to come closer to the center of the Library where they normally will not tread. It seems you aren’t the only ones scared of the dark recesses any longer.


4. The Market is now a lovely little faire of the early Renaissance with all sorts of fresh grain, fruits and vegetables! It is a brilliant sight, but it seems the ominous plague masks they don still gives a foreboding feeling of the miasma that killed over two-thirds of the world’s population… Perhaps you shouldn’t wander very far.


5. New areas are now opened up. A blacksmith and workshop for the tinkers has been created. You might want to look or contribute... You might also want to stop in the new bath area. The large pool has a Grecian feel and all of the walls are made of crystalline glass where the stars are always shining with a different universe in constant succession.


6. Wild Card: Make up your own scenario. Just remember that all of the things above are happening. Things are getting foreboding and growing stronger by the day. Sleep will be a luxury you might not have… You may not see what’s coming, not yet. But you know it’s coming.

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[huntingorcs]

It has been almost nine hundred and sixty years since their mother was taken. Nine hundred and sixty since she Sailed, unable to find rest or healing, even with their father's formidable skills, or their grandmother's power. Nine hundred and fifty nine years since Elladan and Elrohir were too late. But the nightmares still happen with distressing regularity.

He remembers the smell, first. Rank and foul, the smell of disease and filth, of blood and vomit and tears. He remembers the broken, shattered figure that flinched away from them, the bruises, welts and sores that littered every part of her, the ragged scrap that did not in the slightest resemble the lovely dresses she loved so, the filthy chunks of hair and the gouges in her skull where she or they had pulled it out. The way she was left amidst the bodies of her companions and guards. He remembers the way she screamed when they touched her, the way her eyes were wild and unseeing, the way she could not even recognise them. He remembers the blank numbness that settled over him, the boiling fury too great to process. He remembers hate.

Elladan jerks awake with a breathless gasp, his mother's accusing eyes searing into his own, her bitter voiced accusations ringing in the air.

Why didn't you save me?

Logically, he knows she never said that. But he asks it of himself, all the same. Gasping he pulls himself upright and draws into himself with a shudder, wrapping his arms around his legs and hiding his face from the tears.

I AM HEEEERE!

[elrohir_elrondion]

The dreams had been visiting him as well. After centuries of his mind always dragging him back, never letting him forget, Elrohir thought he was used to them. Expected them even. But these felt far too real. Like he could still feel the sting of being slapped away when trying to reach for her. The stench still turned his stomach as well as the sight of it all.

So when he surfaced from that horrible sight, it felt like coming up out from under the surface of water. Like he had to swim to the top just to catch his breath. But once he started to feel like the world might just come into focus, he realized why he forced himself awake. Elladan.

His head turns to the sight of his brother curling in on himself on his makeshift bed. Rising to his feet, he moves shakily at first across the small space and slips onto Elladan's bed to wrap his arms around him from behind. If he shared in that dream, he knew the scars on his brother's heart were much deeper in a lot of ways. Pressing his face into the elder's shoulder, he hugged him close. "You are not alone in this, nor shall you ever be, muindor."

WHOO!

[huntingorcs]

Elladan doesn't speak but he uncurls enough to turn and wrap his brother in his arms, pressing his face against his twin's shoulders. His tears are silent, but he shakes, and his voice is very soft when he does speak.

"I failed her, 'Roh."

[elrohir_elrondion]

Hugging him tighter, he pressed his face into his brother's hair. Petting his head gently, he whispered softly in his most soothing tone. "I failed her, too. We both did." As one. Not apart. Elladan should not be caring all of the blame like this.

Swallowing roughly, he added softer. "But she is safe now... in Aman."

[huntingorcs]

Under his brother's hands Elladan shakes, undone as he never is with anyone saving only closest family, and Elrohir's shirt grows damp with his tears.

"You... wanted to look on that side first. If I had listened to you... you were always the better tracker...my fault, my fault, 'Roh."