Valinorism/The Desk
Sir Micah was in the Lord's Manor of Lissambar, in the library reading through the hundreds of books. All kinds of books were present, from bow making to battle theory to history books.
Sir Micah was reading through history books and long volumes of diplomatic treaties from all over the world. Working on a peace treaty with Shadowdale for the formation of a joint colony in Avamar, Sir Micah took this very seriously and wanted to make sure that it was an ironclad agreement, should it ever be needed. Sir Micah spent many days studying and writing, rewriting parts of it, working late into the night only to get up early and continue his work.
One night, when the candles started to get low, Sir Micah fell asleep, his head laying on his draft treaty, quill laying next to his open hand. A vivid dream filled his conscious. A dream of a large white tree, with numerous branches that completely obscured anything else, with exception to 9 bright stars in the deep hues of dusk. Sir Micah was standing on a ridge, overlooking the tree and its branches. He could feel the evening breeze, filled with warmth and the faint smell of earth and something else he couldn't place.
Unable to remove his gaze from the tree, an unrecognizable chant filled Sir Micah's ears, something like "Dananna Menelwataure! Dananna Valinor!", whatever that means. Still raptured by the sight of the tree, Sir Micah feels a pressure building in his chest. Suddenly, he awakens, no longer seeing this tree but rather just his smeared handwriting on the paper in front of him.
The candles have all burnt out and it certainly seems like it is the middle of the night, yet Sir Micah is bathed in a faint light. Finally wakening enough to make sense of the world, he sees the same tree seemingly burnt into his wooden desk, letting out a faint white glow. The lettering beneath this tree sigil spells an odd word, "Valinor." A word unlike any other he has ever seen, also glowing with a faint white light. Sir Micah tentatively hovers his hands over the carving, but no heat is emanating from it. He rubs it with his hand, and sure enough it is beautifully carved directly into the wood.
Wondering if he drank too much mead the night before, Sir Micah finds his way to his bed, thinking that this was all just the result of too much work and perhaps some mead as well. "Getting a night of sleep would be beneficial to my mission, anyways," he mumbles to himself. Falling asleep, Sir Micah doesn't even notice light pressure in his chest.
Upon awakening many hours later, Sir Micah stretches, yawns and gets ready to go and break his fast. He realizes that the birds of the surrounding forests sound a little louder than usual today. Remembering the night before. He checks into the library before heading into the great room. Sure enough, the tree is still there and is emanating the same faint light as before.
The pressure starts to build in his chest yet again, and Sir Micah now knows exactly what he needs to do....
