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silks_ic's house in Milford (small village near here, not small town near spoondog's family) to play mandolin (or something) and hang out with vipers which was all fine but then we went out of his luxuriant many-roomed caravan and were on top of a hill and there was a sinister cloaked and hooded figure, only not that sinister because it was basic monster kit with the black mesh wraith hood/mask thing going on. Apparently it was some kind of evil thing that would do terrible things if you looked into it's face, I don't recall exactly what. There was some discussion among the 50-100 people who were now there as to how it was clearly the prince's fault because if he had put a glint on the land in eastern russia after he dealt with them last time they wouldn't have been able to come back. I have no idea where the other people came from, who the prince was, who "they" were or what a glint is, except that it seemed to be some large scale magical effect. Everyone else seemed to know. When I looked out there were hundreds of black-cloaked figures standing static on the hill side and surrounding land, some of them were hovering above the ground. We decided to go east (presumably towards eastern Russia) and decend the hill in the hope we could sort things out. We were kind of a small army, but not in larp kit or any other unusual outfits- just in normal clothes appropriate for a winter morning. The cloaked figures immediately started turning into mist which then rushed ahead of us and reformed so we had to keep our eyes down (not hard as we were descending a steep hill) and not look at them. Someone said that the cloaked things could be dismissed by a word but only one person knew what the word was. At this point our two mongolian horse-warrior friends (no, I didn't know we had any mongolian horse-warrior friends but in contrast to our relatively normal appearance they were clearly historical asian warriors) arrived at the top of the hill on their horses, very pleased to have found the only person who knew the word. He said "Gaerwick" and all the cloaked figures vanished. At this point I woke up, which was a great shame as it was one of the most cool and bizarre dreams I've had in ages and I really wanted to know what was going to happen next, who "they" were, who the prince was and how everyone else knew all about this and I didn't.
silks_ic's house in Milford (small village near here, not small town near spoondog's family) to play mandolin (or something) and hang out with vipers which was all fine but then we went out of his luxuriant many-roomed caravan and were on top of a hill and there was a sinister cloaked and hooded figure, only not that sinister because it was basic monster kit with the black mesh wraith hood/mask thing going on. Apparently it was some kind of evil thing that would do terrible things if you looked into it's face, I don't recall exactly what. There was some discussion among the 50-100 people who were now there as to how it was clearly the prince's fault because if he had put a glint on the land in eastern russia after he dealt with them last time they wouldn't have been able to come back. I have no idea where the other people came from, who the prince was, who "they" were or what a glint is, except that it seemed to be some large scale magical effect. Everyone else seemed to know. When I looked out there were hundreds of black-cloaked figures standing static on the hill side and surrounding land, some of them were hovering above the ground. We decided to go east (presumably towards eastern Russia) and decend the hill in the hope we could sort things out. We were kind of a small army, but not in larp kit or any other unusual outfits- just in normal clothes appropriate for a winter morning. The cloaked figures immediately started turning into mist which then rushed ahead of us and reformed so we had to keep our eyes down (not hard as we were descending a steep hill) and not look at them. Someone said that the cloaked things could be dismissed by a word but only one person knew what the word was. At this point our two mongolian horse-warrior friends (no, I didn't know we had any mongolian horse-warrior friends but in contrast to our relatively normal appearance they were clearly historical asian warriors) arrived at the top of the hill on their horses, very pleased to have found the only person who knew the word. He said "Gaerwick" and all the cloaked figures vanished. At this point I woke up, which was a great shame as it was one of the most cool and bizarre dreams I've had in ages and I really wanted to know what was going to happen next, who "they" were, who the prince was and how everyone else knew all about this and I didn't.