White/Dark Green/Navy Blue String, Bank Vault Door

The trinity of intertwined strings leads you to the most complicated looking of the doors. Standing before the bank vault door, you wonder who or what this might represent in the grand scheme of things, since this is obviously here for you and yet a bank vault seems like it would indicate a desire for tight privacy. You place a hand on the door, curious to see just how solid it is, but then pull it back as the dial suddenly starts to spin of its own accord. Taking a step back, you watch as the door swings open silently, the hinges well oiled to prevent the squeaking grind of metal on metal.

Stepping inside the now open door, you find yourself in what looks like... the school gymnasium? Looking around in confusion you observe that it is indeed the school gymnasium where you were practicing Magical Self-Defence but it is night time and the lights are turned off. The only sources of illumination are the moonlight trickling in through some of the windows and the soft glow of a large circle of candles in the center of the indoors basketball court (or whatever sport wizards play on a field that resembles a basketball court at least). You stay to the shadows, especially once you hear a gruff, familiar sounding voice ask, "So who's dream are we in tonight?"

The speaker steps into the circle of candles, dropping to her knees in a sitting position. A silver, formless mask covers the totality of her face save for a slit over the area where her mouth is, a single opening for her right eye to see through, and holes at the nose area for her to breath through. Aside from that, she is nude. Her dark brown colored skin compliments her equally dark, almost pure black nipples that stand at the peeks of her C-Cup looking sized bust and contrasts with the silvery bush of pubic hair in the area between her legs. You barely notice her sexual features though in light of the almost grimly artistic looking scars that mark her body.

Her hands, which she rests on her knees, each have jagged cuts across both sets of her knuckles, an x shaped scar marks her stomach right over her belly button, each breast has similar discolored lines of flesh above and beneath those white nipples and, as you adjust your position, you see a lattice work of criss-crossing scars on her back that look like they could have only come at the end of a whip or belt.

"Oh, just some poor, horny Pegasus House boy who isn't too popular with the girls despite being around so many of them," a second, bubbly, and also familiar sounding, voice interjects, drawing your attention away from the first woman's scarred form, "So him having a dream about three sexy, naked women he can't make sense of won't stand out at all, Rikka."

The second speaker steps into the candle light, also wearing a mask and nothing else. Unlike the first woman, this one's mask is bronze in color and has openings for both her eyes. Her body is also quite the contrast as her blonde haired, blue-eyed, tanned figure has no scars and her skin is almost impossibly smooth and soft looking. Her big, bouncy, D-Cup sized breasts are capped with pale, almost white colored nipples and you cannot help but stare, both from how amazing they are and the fact that you are pretty sure you have seen those tits before.

She drops to her knees next to the first woman, who snorts at the second one's 'sexy' comment. The first masked woman then replies, "Why do you act like you're never taking these things seriously, Susan? I can never tell if it means you've done your part in keeping this secret. If we're discovered before everything is ready..."

"It is simply how she is," a third, yet again familiar sounding voice interjects, "I would not have allowed her to join us if I thought she was incapable of doing her share of the duties required for our goals."

The third speaker steps into the light as well, sitting down on her knees and forming a triangle within the circle of candles with the other two women. This woman is noticeably taller than the others, her B-Cup sized breasts which have pink colored nipples being level with Rikka and Susan's heads and her formless mask being gold in color. From your position, you can even see the well groomed patch of jet black pubic hair around her crotch and all of that, combined with Susan's next words, gives away her identity as well.

"Thank you Iris," Susan says, "It's nice that SOMEONE trusts me."

Professor Iris Aspecta, Doctor Susan Harker and, given the evidence before you, what you presume to be Professor Rikka Zizana. Why would someone be dreaming about these three women meeting like this? Or is something else going on here? And given how open they are being with their identities, why the masks? Perhaps they were just ritualistic instead of any attempt to conceal of who they were?

Before you can ponder the situation further, Susan speaks up again with, "And speaking of doing their duties, Rikka, it sounds like you were pretty harsh on poor Harmony back there. Poor girl didn't do anything wrong and yet you chided her like that?"

"Her family would have complained to me if I had not called out even the slightest flaw in her actions and I figured the public humiliation would also be the last straw to goad her into what we wanted," Rikka replies, "And I was right... though I admit I did not expect how far that would escalate so fast."

"I suspect that may not have been her doing alone," Aspecta says, "Others who have her ear are most likely coming to the same conclusions we are... or may just simply want the raw power for themselves without realizing what they have before them."

"So what do we do?" Susan asks, "You or Rikka could easily call it off before it happens. Do we really want to risk EVERYTHING on this?"

"I suggest we observe," Zizana says, "If we are correct, he'll be able to handle this even at his current disadvantage."

"But what if he can't?" Susan counters, "If this really is the return of Lord Roh'demus, what happens if the Ashcrofts--"

"I agree with Rikka," Aspecta says, cutting Susan off, "For now our best course of action is to let this play out and confirm our suspicions. And if he does fail, then it is likely he was not Lord Roh'demus after all."

Lord Roh'demus? Who is that? And why did that name make your skin tingle when they said it?

What else is odd is that, given they are talking about Harmony and her recent actions, are they talking about the duel you are going to have with her? Why? What is this testing?

You are so caught up in your pondering that you miss the fact that time has passed and, as it does during the night, the position of the moon has changed. As a result, the moonlight had shifted and now shines upon you. Under normal circumstances, perhaps even that would not have mattered and you would have remained unseen by the three women in mid-ritualistic meeting.

However, this is not a normal circumstance (or what passes for normal in this case) and when Zizana turns her head slightly she notices you and quickly stands up to whirl in your direction as she shouts, "You are not supposed to be here!"

Aspecta and Susan stand up as well, though none of the three move to cover themselves despite you having walked in on something obviously private. Still, Aspecta seems surprised as she exclaims, "How?!"

Somehow, you get the sense that she is not actually expecting you to answer that question and you turn the run, trying desperately to make your way back to the door. From behind you, Susan and Zizana seem to be arguing about something and behind the din you think you hear Aspecta chanting something.

Yet all those concerns fade from your mind as the sensation of something striking you hard on the back of the neck hits you. Your body starts to pitch forward to the floor, your limbs losing any sensation and your vision fades to white as a loud screeching noise fills your ears...

... Which turns out to be your alarm clock as the white light is the rays of the morning sun filtering through your closed eyes as consciousness returns to your body.

You slowly sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you yawn heavily. Your body feels rested despite the fact your mind is already racing from the things you have seen during your slumber. You begin to try and piece together what you had seen from the various dreams of others and wonder if perhaps you should investigate anything you saw the night before.

Or you could focus on your training for the duel later today. There is that to consider too.