May. 10th, 2010

joegoda: (StoryTeller)
It was gathering of warrior knights, deep in a ancient forest. They stood at ease, surrounding a large bonfire. The stars glittered far above and a full moon added it's light to the flickering firelight. Maybe a hundred or so of them, standing in full armor, shiny beneath cloaks of red and brown and black and green were talking quietly amongst themselves. A group of 13 were dressed in white cloaks and standing off to one side. As one, they drew their swords and struck the points in the air above their heads. A loud bong sounded through the woods, echoing off the soft bark of the aged trees.

A soft glow spread from the tips of the swords and radiated outward, casting wavery shadows all about. The white robbed knights trod forward, chanting loudly and stepped forward, gather all the other knights behind them. Through the forest they went, one and all, onward to their destination, sure that they would be victorious.

I woke from this dream with the image of the gathering, but could not remember what they had said. The chant was strong and was not magical in nature, but was more of an affirmation of the duty they were about to accomplish. I believe they were marching to overthrow a great evil that had befallen their land. I also believe that this may be a part of a new series that is forming in my head.

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