Actually I picked that one to write about first simply because it was the nearest to Teresa! But I am glad it may seem there is some personal preference going on as well.
It is usually the one I start with when I do the quest in the game. Because you can start from it, and do the rest in order around the house. Olen
: Teresa is used to strangeness, given her recent history with prophetic Emperors, Witches, spirit guides, etc...
She is not clothed simply because you are not supposed to bring anything in with you. I decided to take that literally when I wrote this. The only things in the dreamworld are what Henantier's subconscious provides. Since he has no clue who she is, his subconscious is not putting any clothing on her. I imagine that if it had been Kud-Ei who entered the dream, his subconscious would clothe her as he normally saw her. Or perhaps as he would like to see her...
Besides, it is the only opportunity I am ever going to have to take naked pictures of Teresa! haute ecole rider:
I am glad the weirdness of the dreamworld resonates. I really wanted that to come across, with the little descriptions of the wall breathing, etc... Acadian
: I used the TGND body, which I rather like. It is too bad the replacement meshes for all the vanilla clothing that comes with it conflict with something else. So I had to just use the naked body meshes and textures. Jacki Dice:
The last time Teresa got this naked in the story, she at least had Nerussa to make up for it! Henantier is not her idea of a good substitution! Tadrose Helas on the other hand...
I always find this one easy too. It is just jumping and timing and watching your step. Next
: Teresa entered Henantier's dream in the previous episode. Now she begins the first test to rebuild the high elf's mind. Note that I am changing the names of the some of the tests to ones I find more representative. Chapter 28.4 –Through A Nightmare Darkly
She found herself standing in a void. A platform of stone blocks was beneath her, apparently floating within the inky darkness. To her left she saw another platform of floating stone in the distance, and hovering over it was what seemed to be a dark sphere, outlined by glowing blue-white energy. Leading away from there was a path of stones that also hung in the void, traveling in a wide semi-circle to the right and eventually joining with the platform upon which she stood.
Floating amid the darkness between the platforms and the pathway were several glowing crystals, shaped much like varla stones, only red in color rather than the cool silver-white of the Ayleid artifacts. Teresa looked back and saw that the door she had stepped through was gone. Instead there was nothing but empty blackness behind her. Screenshot
The only way out is through, Teresa thought, walking forward to where the path joined the corner of the platform. The stone blocks directly in front of her were shrouded in darkness, yet in the distance beyond she could see where they reappeared in the light. Reaching down with a cautious hand, she felt for solid purchase. She found nothing but emptiness.
A trap, she thought, meant to catch the unaware with a nasty fall. Backing up, she ran forward and leaped across the dark spot, landing in a heap on the far, lit side. Picking herself up, she made to brush the dust from her naked body only to find there was none. Nor was her soft skin bruised or scraped by her fall upon the rough stone blocks under her feet.
It's all a dream, she thought. Just don't get killed.
Moving forward along the path of stone blocks, the clunking noise of machinery came to her ears. Looming from the darkness before her she saw a circular ring of stone. Floating over it were several long bony objects like fingers. Hanging from them were rusty iron pendulums, much like she had seen in Vilverin. Screenshot
Stepping to the edge of the ring of stone, she watched as the pendulums swung back and forth around it. One swipe would cut her in half, or knock her off the platform and send her to her death in the emptiness below. Staring at the swinging blades, she noticed that they moved at different speeds. Yet each had a regular rhythm. Counting the time each took to complete a swing and then begin a new one, she found a brief window when the walkway was clear.
Waiting for the next chance, she breathed deeply and slowly. This was no different than Vilverin she told herself. She just did not have a healing spell or potion waiting if she was sloppy. She only had to concentrate, and she would not need them anyway.
So why was her heart running like a thoroughbred stallion, and her mouth drier than the Alik'r Desert?
Teresa saw her next window of opportunity and sprang forward without a second thought. Her feet moved nimbly on the stone beneath her feet, and a blade whooshed by just behind her head as she took her second step. Keep moving, she thought as she saw a second blade descending out of the corner of her eye. It fell behind her racing form as well, and with a quick dive she was beyond the third and final pendulum and onto the pathway beyond.
She paused to catch her breath. Staring down at her hands, she saw them begin to tremble. Stop it! she cursed herself. There was plenty of time to fall apart once the job was done, she thought. For now she had to remain strong. Strong for Henantier - who at least had an excuse for cowering - and strong for herself.
Looking ahead of her, she saw nothing but a wide square of stones, making a small platform like the one she had started from. That is when she noticed a faintly sweet smell in her nostrils. Sniffing the air around her, she recognized it as some kind of gas. Moving to her right, she found the smell became stronger. Moving to the left it lessened, but only for a few steps.
She moved ahead, sniffing as she went, and found a pathway between the invisible clouds of the miasma. She had to move slowly, taking her time and depending on her nose. When she finally reached the far side of the platform she felt dizzy, and had to pause for long moments to breathe clean air once more before pressing on.
The path curved to her left, where it eventually straightened out into what seemed like a corridor lit by the glowing red crystals in the air. She could see long, rusty blades suspended from a stone ceiling hanging over the hall. Those would fall when she came near, she knew, then rise again to reset themselves.
Moving forward, she studied the blades, and the gaps between them. She was thinking of how she would have to jump between one and another as they fell and rose, when the stones beneath her feet began to shift. Cacat! she silently cursed as she sprang forward. It was another trap, meant to catch her while she stared at the blades ahead!
The stones collapsed beneath her racing feet and fell into the inky void as she ran. Now the wood elf looked only at the rock directly ahead of her as she scrambled with all of the strength in her legs. With another leap she cleared the last falling block and was onto the edge of the blade corridor.
That was close, she thought. This test was all about perception, she mused, as the name said. She had to not only use all of her senses to navigate its traps, but also make sure she was paying attention to the right thing at the right time!
The blades were easy after that. As soon as she stepped forward they began falling and rising back up again to reset themselves. She simply had to take one at a time and move ahead as they rose and cleared enough distance for her to slip under them. Then pause and wait for the next one to drop, and do the same, until she was finally beyond them.
Next she found a circular room, whose stone walls were actually a series of curved pillars that rose all around, with wide spaces between each. Teresa stepped warily into the chamber, and she thought she heard a rumbling from above. Stepping back into the corridor, her heart leaped into her throat as an avalanche of boulders crashed down into the room from above. Screenshot
She waited for the rain of stones to halt, holding one hand to her bare chest to slow her thundering heart. When she was convinced that the rocks had stopped falling for good, she cautiously moved forward, glancing upward into the inky black of the ceiling in case she was wrong. Navigating her way through the massive boulders to the far side, she found another curved path of stone before her.
Many areas of the path were shrouded in darkness once more, and Teresa carefully felt her way along to be sure she was standing upon solid rock. This time nothing fell, or gave way beneath her. As she rounded the final turn she could see the final platform ahead of her, with its glowing sphere hovering in its center. Screenshot
She eagerly stepped forward, then stopped herself short. It was too easy, she thought, this place had tricked her before by making her think of what was far away when she should have been concentrating on what was right in front of her nose. Looking down carefully, she made out the slight rise of a pressure plate in the block of stone in front of her toes.
So this was it, she thought as she crept forward around the trap. Taking her time, she found that the rest of the pathway was littered with the same pressure plates. She had no idea what they might do when she stepped on one, but she had no desire to find out either.
Eventually she was clear of the pathway and standing on the far platform. Walking slowly to the broken stone pedestal in the center of the large square, she was wary for more snares. Yet nothing sprung or fell upon her, and she found herself standing before that strange ebony orb that she had seen when she had first entered the test. It floated in mid air, surrounded by a halo of blue-white energy. Tiny sparks of light flew from it and meandered through the air around it, like motes of pollen on a spring day. Screenshot"Magic is all about symbols," Raminus Polus explained to the youthful Bosmer standing before him in his study. "That is because magic is not governed by the conscious, logical mind. Rather it is a product of the dreaming mind, what we call the unconscious. So to use magic, one must understand how to speak the language of dreams, which are of course symbols."
It was no wonder that Henantier had created a dreamworld to test himself then, Teresa mused. He was going directly the source of his magical ability.
The glowing sphere must be the symbol of one of the parts of Henantier's psyche, the forester thought. Best to get it and go. Swallowing hard again, Teresa bit her lower lip and reached out for the globe. It began to make a low hum as her fingers came near. Pausing to look around to make sure another trap was not going off, the wood elf then stretched out once more and took the ball into her hands. Instantly, she knew that it was the Element of Perception.
Her sight flashed with coruscating blue light, and suddenly she was back in Henantier's room. While she tried to gather her wits, the glowing sphere pulled her forward, dragging her body behind it. She blinked, trying to hold it back, but she found that she was not strong enough. It was going wherever it wanted to, she realized, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
So she let it go, and watched as it flew across the room and struck Henantier, who was now standing. He did not flinch away, or make a sound as it hit him. He just stood there with an expectant look on his face as the ebony sphere crashed into him.
Rather than knocking him over, or punching through him, the ball of energy sank into his body and disappeared. The same blue-white glow that had wreathed the ball lit around the high elf, only to likewise soak into his body. Afterward Teresa noted that his form now seemed more substantial, and when he gazed at her his eyes were no longer filled with confusion.
"Who are you?" His voice still trembled with fear however. "What are you doing here?"
"My name is Teresa," she said in a soft voice, as if she were speaking to a frightened animal. "Kud-Ei sent me to rescue you."
"I don't know you!" he cried, shrinking away for a moment. Then he paused, squinting at her in the red light. "Where are your clothes?"
Teresa looked down at her naked body, and suddenly felt warmth blossom in her cheeks.
"I was wondering about that myself," she found herself almost laughing as she looked back up at the Altmer. This had to be the most ridiculous situation ever, she thought. How come things like this never happened in bard's tales? "This is your dream, how about you make me some?"
"I don't know how to do that…" he stammered. "This is all a nightmare, I cannot wake up from it!"
"This is your dreamworld Henantier." Teresa stepped forward slowly. He backed up, prompting Teresa to stop and raise her hands, open palms toward him to show that she meant no harm. This was bad, she thought. He does not even know where he is. There were clearly more parts of his mind she needed to collect - his reasoning, as well as his courage. "You made this place to test yourself, only you messed something up, and you broke yourself instead. Kud-Ei sent me to get you back. Do you understand?"
The Altmer shook his head, and still looked frightened as he stared at her.
She was not going to get anywhere talking to him, Teresa realized, at least not until she restored more of his psyche. "I need to go through there," the wood elf said, pointing to the goblin door. "I'm not going to hurt you, but I need to walk near you to get there.
"Why?" the high elf asked, a look of suspicion clouding his features. "What is in there?"
"More of you," Teresa breathed as she walked forward cautiously. The high elf backed away from her, and for her own part the forester did her best to keep as much distance from him as she could. Then she was standing in front of the rickety door, and just as before, she suddenly knew it was the Test of Reason.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.Screenshot