The Dominion
Shades of Truth Era Beliefs
House Facts
Plane: Edgeward Barrows
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House History
The mask has three faces to it, each curving around to cover an entire head, though larger than necessary for the average dreamer. One face is feminine, made of white porcelain with bright pink lipstick painted on the lips with red blush and blue eye shadow. The second face is similar, but has the expression of deep sorrow. The third is blood red with an an angry horned demon's face, and sharp fangs protruding from its mouth.
"The Hota didn't destroy our City. We were besieged by a being known as the Lost Name and its forces, Called by themselves the Dominion. There was a temple that believed in a "Great Purge" in which the City would be destroyed and reborn. To prevent the City falling into the Lost Name's hands, the priestess Varwyn called on the Great Purge to come early...and the City was destroyed by a great earthquake. But instead of it being "reborn" in the way the Temple initiates had expected, we eventually found ourselves here. The Dominion attacked the Hota also. Several times we saw them being driven through Edgeward Barrows in chains."
The Dominion- is the beginning of the end of Idolclesia in my view.
Their base was up on Edgeward, the leader was a strange being that bore three faces, and would show expression of one of those faces in reaction to what it was hearing. To Dominion to me was a policed state of mind. To control us with fear; they had our elders, skewered on pikes on their façade. Those elders were believed to be Sethyn and Cynthaya, the third I never got to identify, its identity was closely guarded. Their members walked through our city’s threshold and handed out punishments for violating directs or edicts that were neither posted on the City Scrolls, they merely made them up as they went along to torment us each day. If we didn't comply, we were hunted relentlessly, our avatar’s stripped of its precious experience and energy.
As you can see, we had constant violence and corruption as the moral fabric of our dreams fell away on a daily basis. A dreamer was caged in the Edgeward Threshold Way, by the Dominion and tortured in front of us. For the life of me I can not remember this woman’s name, it escapes me, as much as the traumatic images of our last days in the city became a blur. I believe I dissociated from the pain and it has affected some of my memory of my city to escape the trauma. The only good part of her story was; she later escaped to the Twilight Grove, that sat in the Inbetween off Evernight Plateau.
Earthquakes rocked the city day and night at this point, as Varwyn the leader of Dreamwalkers began shutting down the portals from the outer planes, along with the Palisade priest. I was a new member of the Dreamwalkers by then and it was my assigned job to stand in guardianship; as a companion for the Soul of the City whose lonely role came to play out its final days in Skyward.
Ah Skyward..now this is a treat to recall. A wondrous place, you first walked into the area. There is a tiny bridge that lead over the path to the portal of the Awakened Woods. Thousands of tiny unawakened soulspheres floated in the sky. They were so close, you could almost touch them...twinkling all around you. To experience this place, you felt it was truly magical, and I found myself drawn to this place more, each dream mind blanked to escape the reality of what was happening to my fellow dreamers below. To go into the portal of the Awakened Woods, I always gasped, the massive tree of Knowledge sat in its center. The trunk was enormous, it could house 50 or more dreamers inside its trunk. The roots...reached out in a grandness, gnarly as they appeared, but a glow to them. You sensed they were feeding us. I used to get up close to the tree and whispers” Hello Mother Dream. Are you hiding in there?”.
At the end of the path of Awakened Woods you came to a set of stairs. two huge columns with celled rooms sat on its second level, which appeared as if a dreamer's shadows was in each alcove, always watching. A trick of the mind's eye to be sure. You walked down the stairs and peered beside you into this celled well. You couldn't see to the bottom, only the faint glow of a fire lamp illuminated the side walls of the well. It left you curious to what was being guarded down there. I found out later, it was the Heart of the City. Then you walked into the back part of the Awakened Wood down those stairs you went down; came to a room. 4 tall fire lamps stood 2 by 2 on each side of the room, guardians , standing guarding the swirled fountain. Upon the Fountain was a Soulsphere..the Soul of the City, hovered above. Below..massive veins of energy cracked the floors and appeared to move like molten lava. Glowing as its movements advanced to feed the city. That Soulsphere was so grand to look at, yet sadly alone.
The Soul of the City was female, she explained she “chose this role, to sit and watch, to make sure the city was being balanced and fed” she would recall. Never had she given her name or who she was in her prior dreams. I would sit, night and day talking with the Soul, she would share her grief she felt, as the city began its erosion from the deep corruption and I would try to sooth her pain. The city would rock violently beneath me to the point that there were constant earth rumblings beneath my feet. I would lose my balance. When I was with the SOUL, I never really noticed. I began dissociating more and shutting the rest of the dream out. Only hearing the Souls voice, while dreamers frantically met to discuss how they could save themselves. She had many conversations with Varwyn, which only her and Varwryn were privy to in whispers, deep in my heart I knew she was releasing the final plan to Varywn on how to end her suffering.
She only appeared as a dreamer twice to me, that was in my final dream, I begged to stay at her side and perish with her. I blinked and turned away, swallowing my own grief. That is when she rejected the notion then she sent me away to Trinity Rise to the open pastures, to be covered by the earthworms, in which their act created a cocoon to protect my avatar from the purge of the chaos wave. As the silk was covering me as I was sucked deeper into the earth; my last sight of my city was. I saw the Trinity skies being ripped from existence and a horrible sound of the dream being torn apart. As the last bit of silk. Wrapped my head and the colors of the city mixed with the colors of the musky Trinity earth, then it went dark.
Liolira, Dreamwalker, a humble scryer of truth.
Reference
- https://forums.underlight.com/viewtopic.php?f=41&t=1553&p=9277&hilit=Dominion#p9277
- https://forums.underlight.com/viewtopic.php?f=10&t=384&p=1666&hilit=Dominion#p1666
- https://forums.underlight.com/viewtopic.php?f=41&t=9642
