I remember some time ago there being a thread of this sort out there, but I think it may have been on the old site before the Crash. If there's one here that I just didn't find, I apologize.
That said, how did you know that your Patron was your Patron?
For me, it came as what seemed to be a very vivid, lucid dream, that to this day I am only partially convinced WAS just a dream. I remember the day had been nothing out of the ordinary, and I had gone to bed as usual, falling asleep quickly, only to open my eyes to find myself standing just inside the door of a large wooden hall. Lit with torches, and a large central fire pit, numerous long tables filled the area, though the place was oddly empty, save for a single figure sitting hunched on an elaborately carved wooden seat, though I would hesitate to call it a throne. I slowly made my way toward the person who sat there, wrapped in a sort of nondescript grey blanket, and I was thinking to myself how small he seemed in comparison to his seat, and that I sort of felt like I was part of a scene from The Two Towers (where they approach the wretched form of Theodan). The closer I came, the more nervous I felt, though it was a familiar sort of nervousness, the kind you feel when you know you have to go see the principal in school, or to face a parent.
As I neared, he stood from where he sat, pushing back the cloth that had shrouded his head, revealing his true self. He was a giant of a man, standing at least twice my height, and I could not believe how I had ever thought of him to be frail. A large cloak rested upon his shoulders, and beneath that a glimmering hauberk of mail. His face was bearded and aged, but with a look of strength and wisdom, his right eye a mass of scar tissue as his left regarded me with a stready, piercing stare. It was then I also noticed that there lay two large wolves on either side of the throne, and as he looked at me, they lifted their heads to do the same. We regarded each other in silence for a time, simply taking each other in.
It seemed as though we stood there for a while, not saying a word, when he nodded to me and sat back down, the wolves also losing interest and closing their eyes. He has just about settled back into his seat when there was a breeze and a pair of ravens flew into the room, circled me, then lighted upon his shoulders. They cawed to him for a time, and he rose quickly, pointed to me, and then the entire room spun, and I found myself awake in bed, feeling as though I hadn't slept at all.
That said, how did you know that your Patron was your Patron?
For me, it came as what seemed to be a very vivid, lucid dream, that to this day I am only partially convinced WAS just a dream. I remember the day had been nothing out of the ordinary, and I had gone to bed as usual, falling asleep quickly, only to open my eyes to find myself standing just inside the door of a large wooden hall. Lit with torches, and a large central fire pit, numerous long tables filled the area, though the place was oddly empty, save for a single figure sitting hunched on an elaborately carved wooden seat, though I would hesitate to call it a throne. I slowly made my way toward the person who sat there, wrapped in a sort of nondescript grey blanket, and I was thinking to myself how small he seemed in comparison to his seat, and that I sort of felt like I was part of a scene from The Two Towers (where they approach the wretched form of Theodan). The closer I came, the more nervous I felt, though it was a familiar sort of nervousness, the kind you feel when you know you have to go see the principal in school, or to face a parent.
As I neared, he stood from where he sat, pushing back the cloth that had shrouded his head, revealing his true self. He was a giant of a man, standing at least twice my height, and I could not believe how I had ever thought of him to be frail. A large cloak rested upon his shoulders, and beneath that a glimmering hauberk of mail. His face was bearded and aged, but with a look of strength and wisdom, his right eye a mass of scar tissue as his left regarded me with a stready, piercing stare. It was then I also noticed that there lay two large wolves on either side of the throne, and as he looked at me, they lifted their heads to do the same. We regarded each other in silence for a time, simply taking each other in.
It seemed as though we stood there for a while, not saying a word, when he nodded to me and sat back down, the wolves also losing interest and closing their eyes. He has just about settled back into his seat when there was a breeze and a pair of ravens flew into the room, circled me, then lighted upon his shoulders. They cawed to him for a time, and he rose quickly, pointed to me, and then the entire room spun, and I found myself awake in bed, feeling as though I hadn't slept at all.
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