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the_citadel_mods) wrote2012-04-23 01:18 pm
the_citadel_mods) wrote2012-04-23 01:18 pm
Creation of L'Arc en Reves
The King of Dreams is dead.
With his dying breath he cast a spell upon his daughter to ensure all her dreams came true. The result was something far beyond what he had intended. Stricken with grief, the princess’ fractured mind granted her a place where she would be able to be happy, to never feel the loneliness of her father’s absence, in the form of a great citadel of shimmering white stone, a crystalline spire rising like a beacon at its center, supported by clouds and floating over a vast city, void of life.
The world is of her making and while she can give it form as one would mold clay, she cannot give it life. In time, her desperation not to be alone manifested in not only the division of her mind but of her physical being as well. In the wake of this fracturing, four people, known as the Imperial Weavers, came into being even as the original form of the Princess fell into a deep stasis.
Neither awake nor properly asleep, she can only observe until her fragments are reunited with her once again.
To this day, these inhabitants of the great castle spin what dreams they may while the power of the spell searches through time immortal for a way to do its mistress’ bidding. That is, until a series of dreams clashed and collided in a way the Weavers did not intend. When the storms settled and the clouds faded back to a soft, glowing incandescent white, a number of small islands with stone archways were revealed. Gateways of a sort drawing people into the city from other dimensions, building lives for the princess to watch and to live vicariously through.
Now this grand city waits, nestled in clouds so high that the stars themselves seem to glow like moons, leaving the city in a constant state of cool, hazy twilight as the Weavers search the dimensions through the dreams of those inhabitants, plucking out those that they think the princess will like, biased by the aspect of the Princess that imbues each of them each in turn.
Anyone could be taken.
Proving disinteresting enough to be released from it... now that is a task that has yet to be achieved, by anyone.
With his dying breath he cast a spell upon his daughter to ensure all her dreams came true. The result was something far beyond what he had intended. Stricken with grief, the princess’ fractured mind granted her a place where she would be able to be happy, to never feel the loneliness of her father’s absence, in the form of a great citadel of shimmering white stone, a crystalline spire rising like a beacon at its center, supported by clouds and floating over a vast city, void of life.
The world is of her making and while she can give it form as one would mold clay, she cannot give it life. In time, her desperation not to be alone manifested in not only the division of her mind but of her physical being as well. In the wake of this fracturing, four people, known as the Imperial Weavers, came into being even as the original form of the Princess fell into a deep stasis.
Neither awake nor properly asleep, she can only observe until her fragments are reunited with her once again.
To this day, these inhabitants of the great castle spin what dreams they may while the power of the spell searches through time immortal for a way to do its mistress’ bidding. That is, until a series of dreams clashed and collided in a way the Weavers did not intend. When the storms settled and the clouds faded back to a soft, glowing incandescent white, a number of small islands with stone archways were revealed. Gateways of a sort drawing people into the city from other dimensions, building lives for the princess to watch and to live vicariously through.
Now this grand city waits, nestled in clouds so high that the stars themselves seem to glow like moons, leaving the city in a constant state of cool, hazy twilight as the Weavers search the dimensions through the dreams of those inhabitants, plucking out those that they think the princess will like, biased by the aspect of the Princess that imbues each of them each in turn.
Anyone could be taken.
Proving disinteresting enough to be released from it... now that is a task that has yet to be achieved, by anyone.