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Memory of a Dreamt Revelation spent the next three years mainly in seclusion, doing as many high elves tend to do for much of their lives: thinking and writing. At the conclusion of the three years, they had two things: [a manifesto] (https://soulism.net/) and a plan. A plan to introduce the radical concepts they had decided upon not through argument, rhetoric, or political action. But through tales of heroism. They would become a famous hero who used antirealism as a weapon to vanquish evil. The stories that would be sung of them for generations would be political propaganda.
But becoming a famous hero is a difficult process. Memory of a Dreamt Revelation had no quests, no party, and little in the way of resources. So they decided to go find a mentor. A very well known beginning to the classic hero's journey. Unfortunately, most of the heroes they remembered from song and story growing up were dead. That's the thing about being a high elf, you stop paying attention to celebrity gossip for a few years and all the celebrities you know dies of old age. Fortunately, there lived in Veronis a high elf hero by the name of Eluran. Eluran was still alive... Probably.
Eluran had been for many years the leader of a heroic organisation called the Brass Hand. The Brass Hand was dedicated solely to doing good works in the world. Unfortunately, its influence had waned in recent years due to a PR disaster. Eluran had foretold the end of the world, and on the appointed date, it did not come. After that, people started leaving. The city didn't trust Eluran anymore. But the old man had still been plenty wealthy, and in his old age he had been investing his money in charitable works. Memory of a Dreamt Revelation had met him on several occasions over the last few decades, picking up donated food for the Cobblestones. So they weren't allowed to let a failed prophecy get in the way of their quest to become a hero.
And as Memory of a Dreamt Revelation stepped into the headquarters of the Brass Hand, they saw Eluran laying down on a bed, surrounded by his few remaining family and friends, dying. His last will: to leave the Brass Hand and all of its resources to the six people with him at the moment of his death. Upon only one condition: that together they go to the domain of the Squirrel Lord to investigate a temporal anomaly.
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The six new members of the Brass Hand ventured north, and it was not difficult to find the Squirrel Lord's domain. After a few hours of walking, they came face to face with a bird, frozen in mid-air, wings outstretched in flight. The trees were silent and deathly still, and their roots showed signs of blight, which Memory of a Dreamt Revelation's companion, Arava the Dryad, bristled at. Memory of a Dreamt Revelation picked up a stone from the ground and threw it. Upon leaving their hand, it instantly froze in the air, at the precise position that their finger had ceased contact with it. Curious, they took a stone from their ammunition pouch and threw that one, too. It travelled normally and struck a tree, exactly as it normally would. Finally, they took out a tinderbox, gathered some kindling from the forest floor, and lit a fire. The fire burned, but its smoke did not rise. Over the few seconds they allowed it to burn, the smoke gathered in a frozen cloud around the flame, yet the fire continued to grow as normal.
The Brass Hand began exploring the field of frozen time, searching for the center. Memory of a Dreamt Revelation helped the search by analysing the pattern of frozen time and try and find a gradient of some sort to the effect. Arava used her knowledge of the forest and its life. Penny, Eluran's granddaughter, projected a field of normalised reality to protect the party from any timestop-induced magical fatigue. Memory of a Dreamt Revelation kept the party too distracted with talk to become aware of their exhaustion. Eventually, they found the Squirrel Lord.
The giant clockwork beast, seen almost as a life-giving god to many of the people of this world, was frozen in time. Its position, reeling back as if struck by a brutal blow. Surrounding it were two dozen wode elves. Standing tall, with bat ears curling up from their heads to reach higher than the tops of their heads. By their dress and equipment, clearly Harvestmen; scavengers of ancient technology, willing to risk what most would not in the pursuit of knowledge and power. They had a massive drill, and were breaking their way through the Squirrel Lord's thick outer plating, doubtless to harvest its innards.
In an instant, both groups noticed the other, and could not mistake their intentions. Everyone knew there was no choice but to DRAW STEEL!
Ryuushim the Fury, resembling a human with the claws, tail, and wings of a dragon, transformed fully into a dragon. Zala the Dwarf Tactician leapt alone into the fray, surrounding herself with targets to dispatch. Memory of a Dreamt Revelation darted in and out of the frontline with their spear, disorienting the enemy and drawing their attention. Nickel the Chronodrone began rewinding and replaying time, causing enemies to miss, and allies to hit twice. Arava threw elemental chaos into their formations and dispensed healing to the party. Penny held the line with the strength of her fists, but began to be overwhelmed and pulled out of formation. The Harvestmen fought with contraptions that seemed as much magic as clockwork, like a sword with a winching handle that caused it to grow to absurd size.
When the party were overwhelmed and running out of stamina to defend themselves, many bleeding or grabbed, Memory of a Dreamt Revelation shouted to the surrounding heroes, "You're stronger than you think! Forget your injuries and attack now!" Wounds began to knit themselves closed as the party moved with impossible speed. Many of the attacks opened the way to press the advantage and attack again. Ryuushim carved her way through the ranks like a bolt of lightning, while Memory of a Dreamt Revelation used their sling to launch stones at Harvestman heads. In a few moments more, the battle was won. The Squirrel Lord was safe, but still frozen, and still wounded.
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