Delight: I hope you like eating, because this one will be a never-ending feast at the Earl of Northumberland's high table. Visitors will find themselves dressed in late 14th century noble fashion. Since it's a dream, there's no such thing as too much food or wine. Guess who misses fine dining?
Sorrow: This dream is empty, but for Henry and Iamarl, who walk. Or, more accurately, stagger along, bracing each other. There is no sound but their breathing. As they walk, Iamarl deteriorates, increasingly struggling to walk and labouring to breathe... until she cannot walk anymore and collapses. She breathes her last moment later, and the silence is suddenly deafening. The dream then loops again. Any visitors will immediately be struck with a bone-deep exhaustion that feels like they've far exceeded their limits twice over. Every step they take will feel like an impossible task, but there is a looming sense that standing still would be worse.
Love: Do you know what medieval knights love? Jousting. And if you've talked with Henry much, you've probably heard him speak of Prince Edward. This dream combines them both, and him and Edward are having a friendly but highly competitive joust.
Fear: It's Hadriel. Just the same as it ever is, except one difference: now everyone is elderly. So many familiar faces, all old. People who are old presently are now positively ancient. And still everyone is trapped here, stuck dealing with the same old mess, their lives wasted.
Henry Percy
Delight: I hope you like eating, because this one will be a never-ending feast at the Earl of Northumberland's high table. Visitors will find themselves dressed in late 14th century noble fashion. Since it's a dream, there's no such thing as too much food or wine. Guess who misses fine dining?
Sorrow: This dream is empty, but for Henry and Iamarl, who walk. Or, more accurately, stagger along, bracing each other. There is no sound but their breathing. As they walk, Iamarl deteriorates, increasingly struggling to walk and labouring to breathe... until she cannot walk anymore and collapses. She breathes her last moment later, and the silence is suddenly deafening. The dream then loops again.
Any visitors will immediately be struck with a bone-deep exhaustion that feels like they've far exceeded their limits twice over. Every step they take will feel like an impossible task, but there is a looming sense that standing still would be worse.
Love: Do you know what medieval knights love? Jousting. And if you've talked with Henry much, you've probably heard him speak of Prince Edward. This dream combines them both, and him and Edward are having a friendly but highly competitive joust.
Fear: It's Hadriel. Just the same as it ever is, except one difference: now everyone is elderly. So many familiar faces, all old. People who are old presently are now positively ancient. And still everyone is trapped here, stuck dealing with the same old mess, their lives wasted.