ProjectGorgon:Miraverre

Miraverre
An avatar of Miraverre known as Mirraverre
Title:	God of Sleep and Dreams
Location:	Alharth
Classification:	Class 2

Miraverre is a Class 2 Nature Spirit, and the Elven God of Sleep and Dreams.

Lore

The Gods, XI: Arisetsu

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Lastly, for those not trained in classical Elvish, I want to bring attention to the seeming absence of the two other elder elven gods: Miraverre, goddess of Dreams, and Laeth, goddess of Time. These two stood alongside Irhetsu and Arisetsu in the crucial years after the Autumn Felling, so why are they ignored here? The answer is that they are referenced in an idiomatic form: “Stories, hope, dreams, and time -- these things guided the elves back to a place of strength.” This line, or a similar one, is used in many ancient Elvish poems to pay homage to the four old elven gods.

— The Gods, XI: Arisetsu

The Gods of Knowledge, Vol 3

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Who she is: Miraverre runs the Dream Realm, a place where dreams actually happen. You may have visited it yourself. They say that if you wake up from a dream with the sensation that your dream was real, you were probably dreaming in Miraverre's realm.

Although dreams seem to be what Miraverre concerns herself with most of the time, she is also the god of Sleep itself, and sometimes helps insomniacs.

What she knows and how to find her: If you've had one of those "it seemed too real" dreams, and you need to remember it better, she can help you relive it. She also knows what has taken place in countless dreams over the millennia. She will rarely divulge the secret dreams of someone who is still alive, but she sometimes shares pieces of dreams from the long-deceased.

In general, calling on Miraverre for help is a long-shot. But if you want to reach her, just dream about her. She might choose to appear in your dreams.

And remember, you don't want to upset her. She won't withhold sleep from you -- that idea would be offensive from her -- but she WILL turn all your dreams into horrific nightmares.

Just... be polite, really. That's all it takes. She's a very easygoing elf by all accounts.

Miraverre can also help you communicate with someone else who is sleeping at the same time. But that's beyond the scope of this book!

— The Gods of Knowledge, Vol 3

The Sage's Lectern, Vol 2

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“Human! Reginald! Over here. Hurry up, my shift's startin' soon.” I knew this was Rulgirt's voice, but all I could see was fog. Then the old dwarf appeared out of the mist. “Come on. Stick close ta me, or you'll end up in your own personal dream fantasy.”

So it was true: I as in Miraverre's Dream Realm! I'd read stories of it, but never been here. At least, not that I remembered. I followed the swiftly-moving dwarf through the fog, staying as close as possible. The fog was so thick that if he got more than a few feet away, I couldn't see him anymore. “This is the dream realm! Do all sleeping people come here?”

I heard the dwarf snort. “No, 'course not! There's billions of sleepers an' only a few million in here. Most people dream in their beds. But sometimes they dream here instead. There's a cord, an' astral cord, she calls it, that can lead people here.”

No doubt “she” would be Miraverre, the Goddess of Sleep and Dreams. An astral cord to the dream realm? That's long been hypothesized by sages but never confirmed. This nugget of information alone was worth a hefty sum. But I desperately wanted more. “So is this place the reason we dream? Or do dreamers just happen to come here?”

“People dream regardless. This place exists BECAUSE they dream. Miraverre is made of dreamstuff. She does her best to make dreams restful, enjoyable, all that. But it don't always work out.”

— The Sage's Lectern, Vol 2

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Rulgirt beckoned me over, and handed me a pendant. It was a tiny piece of stone on a chain. I could feel a faint magic in it... It was a bit of dream-stone, somehow brought into the real world. “If you're willing, we'd be pleased to have you in the Dream Keepers. Don't worry, just in the reserves! If you go to sleep wearing that and we need your help, we'll be able to call ya. Don't wear it if you've gotta be somewhere the next day, though. I bet you're feeling last night, eh?”

I was indeed. “That was exhausting. I guess I will accept this honor, but I don't know how often I could do THAT.”

He nodded. “Yeah. It's usually easier. But sometimes it's not. Look, the Dream Keepers've been secret a long time. But I think its time people knew about us. I was one of the founding members, almost fifty years ago, so I get to decide.”

“Those were Gulagra's creations in there. Gulagra is in Miraverre's realm! That's where he's been hiding!” Gulagra hasn't been seen in our world in a long time.

“Not exactly, no. He lives in another place. But about a thousand years ago he tore a hole into the Dream Realm. It's how he drives people insane in their sleep, makes them his minions. Miraverre is constantly fighting to close the tear, but she hasn't managed it yet. And so fifty years ago she called on her old friend Ormorek for help.”

The history books say that Miraverre and Ormorek were close friends before the God War, but that version of Ormorek was basically a different god, the God of Dwarves. Now Umrad is the God of Dwarves, and Ormorek is just the God of Bitterness. It made no sense to call on him. “Why didn't she contact Dreva? Or Arisetsu? Or...”

“Look, godly politics are complicated. And,” here he hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Since the big god-war, Miraverre don't exactly get out much. But anyway, when this first happened she called on Arisetsu for help. And for hundreds of years that's all it took: whenever the old Worm burst the hole open again, Arisetsu would come weld it shut again within a few days. But fifty years ago, he attacked when Arisetsu was busy. So in a panic, Miraverre called on her closest friend, Ormorek. And it broke his heart all over again.”

I nodded with understanding. I knew what it felt like when a friend is in dire need of your help and you just can't help them anymore.

“So anyway, one day when we come into The Bloated Pony, Ormorek's in there wailin' about how he's let his one true love down and all this shite. So some of us regulars decided to fix it. Got some engineers, a couple sages, a bunch of warriors, and we got to it. We've been making walls all around the tear. It's nearly done, just another few years and we'll start the roof. Even Gulagra can't get through our dream-walls! We'll keep him contained in there forever. So tell your readers: we don't need their help, or their pity, or their concern. We've got this. We're proud of it. We've saved the sanity of countless people.”

“And you did it in Ormorek's name.”

The old dwarf smiled a cryptic smile. “That we did. We told Miraverre he'd sent us. She's been pretty happy for the help.”

— The Sage's Lectern, Vol 2

Appearances

An avatar of Miraverre known as Mirraverre can be found in a Dream Realm known as the Phantom Ilmari Desert, a dream version of the Ilmari Desert with lower level enemies and no other friendly NPCs.