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:spotlight-left: Where Dream and Day Collide :spotlight-right:


Hello and welcome to our little corner of friends! Can we offer you something? :coffeemachine: Coffee? :tea: Tea maybe? Or even some warm :milk: ? There is also free :pie: for everyone here, even when you're just dropping by to say hello!


"Where Dream and Day Collide" is the place where the dream domains of its creators (*Remember2Live & *PhaeOBrien) touch with reality, leaving behind their marks upon the world we're living! :earth:

But what would those domains be without any inhabitants? Without the joy and sorrow, the laughter and tears of their living occupants?

The answer is simple.

They would be deserted planes of vast emptiness. They wouldn't exist.


It's those domains we invite you to populate with us!


Bring your creative ideas, thoughts and concerns and join our OCs with yours (yes, you read right!:nod:) in all sorts of adventures that your wonderful minds can come up with!:hug:

BUT!

Before you join take a look at our Rules and Guidelines first. We promise, it won't take long!


And because we love a bit of chit chat here and there, we have ourselves a chatroom! Everyone is welcome to join us!





And don't you ever forget!


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Terra Antiqua - Literature
First Impressions - Pt.1 by *PhaeOBrien
A Quartet of Strings - Yeran.The boy knocked persistently at the wooden door. In his hands there was a creased letter. The door opened slowly, creaking loudly, as the figure of an old man appeared at the threshold of the house. His hair and beard were white like the snow that covered the mountain peaks of Rhydor, his skin pale, his eyes a cold faded blue. He took the letter from the boy, slipped a couple of gold coins in his palm and slammed the door shut behind him.

Walking to the inner sanctum of his house, Yeran Morunt broke the seal and started reading, slowly and carefully, his face remaining frigid and expressionless.

"The bait worked, they came for her eventuallA Quartet of Strings - Yeran. by *PhaeOBrien
A Quartet of Strings - Uma.The constant ringing sound of hammer on anvil calmed her spirit. The Citadel's forge was definitely an unusual place for anyone to visit when seeking solace and peace, but Uma wasn't treading upon an ordinary person's footsteps.
She placed the silver rod into the fire until the metal turned a bright orange glow, reaching to the point that her father always called "a forging heat". She skillfully beat her hammer down, starting to draw out the length of the billet into what appeared to be the shape of a blade.

The first sun rays entered the cabin, lighting the small bedroom. Uma opened her eyes indolently, a yawn slipping her lips as she streA Quartet of Strings - Uma. by *PhaeOBrien
A Quartet of Strings - Norick.The dunes of Shahri weren't a nice place to live. It was too hot there for his taste. But then again he would be safe there, that much he knew. Norick sighed. Luck hadn't been on his side lately.

Perlimutin, a wealthy merchant he had met and worked for as travelling escort and bodyguard, had decided to retire, significantly reducing his income sources. That much Norick was expecting to happen at any given day for the last two years though. But Rithiell? That he wasn't expecting.
He cared for the girl, he did. And when she started dating that lesser Qarista noble, he felt he wouldn't be needed for much longer. And he was fine with it. But iA Quartet of Strings - Norick. by *PhaeOBrien
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Warmth in the Cold Winter Contest
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Like Moon and Sky: part 3Like Sky and Moon part 3

In previous episodes : Nilan and Thalion met by accident in the forest and realized they had much in common. Nilan having not much to hold onto in her world anymore, they decide to travel together to Thalion's kingdom where a war take place between humans and dragonkin in the hope to calm down the offensive and possibly work toward peace.

And now...

By back tracking Thalion's trail during a long week, they finally stumble on a special place. Big trees and a large and profound river, everything looks normal at first glance. Except an eerie feeling, ever present fireflies and an incredible amount of rock crystals aloLike Moon and Sky: part 3 by *LeilansDream
Fire and Blood by *XullraeZauviir
Like Moon and Sky: part 2Another day was beginning for Thalion. He has already pass many, alone, thinking in the woods. The morning sun was sending encouraging rays of gold through the branches, tenderly chasing away the cold mist of the night. Despite the apparent calm of the forest, Thalion still couldn't figure a way out of his heartbreaking predicament. What could he do? What choices do he really has? The half elf humorously considered not going back to his land and continue to wonder in the woods anonymously! A few days had passed since he had met Nilan and he smiled as he mused what she might have thought about his issue. So many things they didn't have the timLike Moon and Sky: part 2 by *LeilansDream
Like Moon and Sky: part 1Nilan ran and ran. She could feel her breath accelerating as she crushed branches and jump over bushes. The half-dark elf, half human ran alone in the forest and she never wanted to stop running. Her race was the only thing she knew would dull her painful sense of loss and calm that burning anxiety that threatened to make her broke in tears.

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Lost in his thoughts, Thalion had long lost the sense of where he was going. In fact, he wasn't really going anywhere, anyways. Walking, attentive, he simply took comfort in the high trees and the surrounding nature. His gleaming eyes reflected the color of a cloudless sky on a sunny day... he wished Like Moon and Sky: part 1 by *LeilansDream
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Winners and their Feature

Sat Feb 16, 2013, 9:56 AM
It's not too long ago that the :snowflake: Winter Contest :snowflake: we were hosting over at :icondream-and-day: ended and the winners were announced. In this journal I will be featuring the winning entries, along with the artists and a selected number of their artwork. :)

:star: Winners :star:


The Winner of the "Visual" category Award
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(with her entry "And we talked all night")

The Runner-Up of the "Visual" category Award
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The Winner of the Literature category Award
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The Runner-Up of the Literature category Award
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The Winner of the "People's Choice Award"
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Before I start with the features I wanted to thank again all the participants of the contest.:hug: Without their creativity our first ever contest would have failed and our hopes for a series of contests after that would have vanished! 
 We are grateful! :heart:

:star: Features :star:



The Visual winning entry



Artwork





The Visual runner-up entry



Artwork





The Literature winning entry

Message in a BottleIf I may profess, for all to behold
this winter I found such warmth in the cold
no artist can capture such beauty divine
a treasure worth all The King's gold.

A noble Qarista cannot be so vain
dear Rithiell of Chatand, my Lady Gel'feyn
your porcelain skin like fresh-fallen snow
the radiance of a Eulian plain.

Your voice ambrosial, like Racame wine
I whispered to no one your lineage-line
I'd proudly die silent, your secret within
oh Rithiell, please say you'll be mine. and The Minstrels"There once was
a sweet young lady lass
before her age did show

another lonely
year did pass
and now don't everyone know!

She tried to hide
her crow's feet eyes
before her age did show

her magic made her
old and wise
and now don't everyone know!

All the lads
would marry her
before her age did show

a younger lass
would they prefer
and now don't everyone know!

She wanted have
a dozen kid
before her age did show

before her hips
did what they did
and now don't everyone know!"

Artwork

The Maiden of Penobscot Bay
The Maiden of Penobscot Bay -
She took her life one stormy day.

Her husband's ship was four days late:
But on that shore she'd always wait.

-----

She'd wave at every ship that passed,
Preceded by its telltale mast.

Rain or sleet, or flurried snow
Would find her lantern's eye aglow.

Across the sea, her eyes would roam
To guide her darling husband home.

All sailors tell her tragic tale:
Just listen, and you'll hear her wail.

To honor her beloved grave,
They'd cast a wreath unto a wave.

To glimpse her is a blessed sign:
A full day's catch upon your line.

So if you're ever passing by -
Those sprays of foam may fool your eye.

He LeaveThe leaves they dry and drift away
like lovers to the call
as Fate would empty out the streets
and leave nothing at all

which corner shall it carry them
that alleyway or wall
tumble toward the littered grass
or park bench with its scrawl

skip beneath the rounded lights
and pathways at the sprawl
swirl across the frozen pond
like dancers at the ball

arm in arm they gather warmth
a front door seals the hall
leaves and lovers scurry on
encouraged by the Fall. ForgottenLove, forget me not -
every day you're in my mind.
Outside yours, I'd die... Carried By An AngelThe feeling that embraces me
when these words reach your eyes
wraps me up and comforts me
my soul is given rise
If you would grant me shout it out
let all the kingdom hear
proclamation given forth
unto each worthy ear
I'll chisel words on marble-stone
and spell the letters true
attention, people—way up here:
oh darling, I love you.



The Literature runner-up entry


Artwork

On These Lost WingsOn These Lost Wings
------

O'er every hill, I soar to you,
On these black wings of mine,
Oh precious one who I adore,
That I dare to call divine,

None who speak can tell me why,
I should not hold you close,
And with this serpent's tongue I swear,
I shall not tell a lie,
To you or any you hold dear,
Be it you, or I,
As long as we can still draw breath,
And drift amongst the sky,

Till we fall from grace above,
And are doomed to die,
I swear of this, to you my love,
Wherever we may fly,
On wings of raven, or of dove,
Soaring ever high,

We had parted ways before,
Of this we were both aware,
And yet for all the t Louder Than ThunderLouder Than Thunder
------

'I suppose you're here for the story, like all the others? I can't say I'm surprised, word does have a tendency to get around and the stories about him always do get distorted. Very well, get comfortable and let me tell you how in one single moment it all came crashing down, I'll tell you how it ended and then tell you how it happened, and then maybe just maybe, I'll tell you how it began.'

The roar echoed across the mountainside, the bellow splitting the air with all the fury of a storm and then, silence. Just silence, no birds in the trees, no rustling of the wind against the leaves, not even the steady rush of Something Very SpecialSomething Very Special
------

"Tell me a story." He said to me. Looking at me with those naïve blue eyes like always.

"What's the magic word?" I asked him. He was so young and innocent then, not like now. My little boy, all grown up with the weight of the world on his shoulders, but still smiling, even now.

"Tell me a story... please. Oh please tell me one." He replied, remembering his manners after a little prompting. He was still learning back then, though he never really stopped I suppose.

"And what story would you like to hear?" I smiled at him and he smiled back. Such a beautiful child with the brightest smile, it matched his e Swords and SandThe swords and sand are intertwined and thus the heart was scattered,
But worth nothing twas it truly it never really mattered,
All I know is all I am it's all that I will be,
This light so bright this dark so dim, no longer can I see,
And yet no sorrow I doth feel for unknown twas my cause,
all was known was all I am, bringer of the wars,
All the rest I'll never get, all the pain I suffer,
Warmed by fire, held by brimstone, kissed by burning sulphur,
This world so old, this dream so shallow,
The holy blade oh so hallowed,
A tool of war a sacred thing,
Of it's power angels sing,

But they are wrong I cry out loud,
How



The "People's Choice" winning entry


Artwork

Fire and Blood The sun was beginning to set. Azyriel briskly paced back and forth between the main tent and the wagon that served as her home. The jovial laughter inside the tent did nothing to soothe her rankled nerves. The show went on, the carnivale had enthralled their guests and spectators to stay seated in the tents and focus on the entertainment inside.

What was keeping Oreyn? The explosion happened an hour ago! The elf's mind worked furiously to try and piece together scenario's of what might have caused such massive boom and bang. Was it her past catching up to her? Azyriel shook her head and nervously toyed with the ends of her light brown hair. Xull'rae the red headed drow"Dilyl tell us a story," The children whined. All three were running about and jumping onto things, but it was Irrkacha that was being the most annoying.

Don't meander Irr," Dilyl scolded.

"Don't use big words I don't know ol' lady," Irrkacha shot back.

"It's custom for drow to behave with better sense," Dilyl reminded the child, yanking her off the chair she was about to leap off of.

"Then I waiver tradition!" the little drow girl shouted at the top of her lungs, squirming in her captors grasp. The boys took one look at Dilyl and settled down.

"Why can you not be unspoiled like your brothers?" Dilyl sighed.

Irrkacha hissed, "Because yo Seeing Things"Great," Paul mumbled, staring at the stain.
      It looked like a coffee stain, a brown burnt splatter. No wonder the guy sped off after Paul offered him coffee.  He wouldn't want any either if he just threw it up. Still staring at the blotch, Paul touched it. It was dry. He should just throw these pants away, they were probably ruined. But was he throwing them away just to discard the memory of today's events? Just like everything in my life? the thought came up  and it shocked him with the ferocity behind it.
      With a sigh Paul clicked the tv to the evening news while he got up to see what he had in the bathroom to remove the vomi Childhood MemoriesIzzkah sighed in weariness, flopping onto his bed with abandon. His sister Irrkacha was in the bed beside his, snoring and drooling. She was stoned and drunk, it wouldn't be long before she was in the latrine vomiting the morning away and needing his help against their mother Xull'rae. It would all depend if Vesz'aun, their father, managed to sex her up properly. If so she would be lenient, if not, Izzkah unconsciously flinched at the thought.

He and his sister were grown by human standards, but by elven measure they were still children. To drow they were nothing until they went through their rite of passage. Izzkah stifled a yawn and got up


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~everfae May 6, 2013  Student Digital Artist
I hope you have a summer contest! ^_^
*HINT HINT*
*WINK*
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~everfae Mar 8, 2013  Student Digital Artist
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Ok, it's been a long time since the contest ended but I finally got mine in my gallery. I hope you like it ^_^
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~everfae Jan 21, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Yaay! Good News! I MIGHT be able to get an entry for the contest submitted for the deadline. I'm about 46% (yes precise, but it seems like a right number) done with my entry, but i still have my art project to wrap up and a portfolio to build by the end of the month. D: (and also another exam)

Hopefully I'll still be able to finish by the deadline, and if not I'll just submit to my gallery after the contest is over :) Either way, I'm going to finish it some time.
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=Lilith-the-5th Nov 19, 2012  Professional General Artist
Thank you very much for requesting my work!:love:
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Mood: Joy ~ilyana8 Nov 16, 2012  Student General Artist
thks for the affiliation with :iconworldoffantasy: :D
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