Post by Litharia on May 22, 2010 10:19:53 GMT -8
Above: Looking through the portal.
As opposite as Faeryland as something to get, the Dream Land is made of grays. Blacks, gray-browns and greens. It feels colorless…but not dead. One would only hope it did. Dream Land feels like a predator itself. It feels as though the place is always watching you. Creatures do not age in the Dream Land, just like in Faery. It is rumored that the two used to be connected, once upon a time.
The portal is surrounded by chaotic magic. Time slows down there. Creatures that live there become warped and twisted. Strange plants grow, devoid of anything bright and cheerful. There are no bright colors in the Dream Land unless it is on a daemon. The daemons ruled and thrived in the Dream Land. And now, they can see a window into their old homes, but they cannot cross it.
The actual Dream Land is embedded into a rock wall, teasing them for all eternity with promises of immortality and a different future. Unlike the fae, the daemons have forgotten how boring it was to live forever. Right through the portal lies a bridge, pulsing with some sort of chaotic magic. Strange symbols are carved into it and eerie glowing lights line the way over the glass-like lake.
It leads all the way to the castle of the original daemon lord. There has only been one. Immortality has made him grow bored, so he sends his chaos out into the world to create change and bring him small comforts, small interests. Rumor has it he longs for death, but has too much pride to take it himself. Sometimes being the strongest man in the universe sucks pretty bad…