Hypnopompia: the state of consciousness leading out of sleep.
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Journals: Mountaintop Isolation
What follows are the journal entries from my playthrough of Mountaintop Isolation from La Lionne Publishing.
Dead Hearts Beating
Who said Undead don't do romance?
Winter’s Veil Rush
Slinking up to the double doors, Sid raised up on his toes to squint out and see the damage. Like Dreadlynn and Neeb had said, the place was absolutely packed. The line was to the door. Batronella was sashaying between tables and almost busy enough not to pause and flirt - almost.
Searching for the Past
The wind whispered through her leaves, bringing news from across the woods and, with it, his voice. Garrick was often slow to speak. His thoughts were like her leaves in the wind, swept up in one direction, rising and falling, never set in a particular course. Today, he was fletching an arrow made from one of her discarded branches. The feathers had come from birds whose homes were made in her boughs.
A Smarter Hunt
Order is to be maintained at any cost, and the Enforcers are the only ones whose loyalty is strong enough to see it done. It is an honour to be selected, an honour to undergo further augmentation and training with Councillor Vitos. The Enforcers answer to him, and him alone. And much like Crewe’s warehouse, they do not exist on paper.
Heartbreak
Severin Dolle stood less than a hair’s breadth away. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his familiar leather jacket, a jacket she had herself worn once. He towered over her, he always had, but never had Loira felt small in his presence. Never, until today.
Midnight Swim
The fire was on its last embers when Severin was woken by a touch to his arm. Loira was kneeling next to him, a shawl thrown over her shoulders and a finger to her mouth. It was sometime past midnight, he reckoned, and dawn was still a few hours out. He opened his mouth to speak, and Loira shook her head before gesturing for him to follow her.
The Cozy Cauldron 