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Dyer Lesster approached the building. He walked inside. He chatted with the receptionist for a bit, then walked to the elevator, entering the required password. He was going up 104 floors to his office. He smiled as he thought of the glorious building he had made for the company, and how succesful and influential they had become. 105 Floors, 5 Basement Floors, several rooms, several security cameras, several guards, several jobs... the list went on and on. The entire place had the feel of a castle/prison dungeon inside. Best of all he thought, through pulling strings, lots of them, he had control over the police, and some of the government as well. This left him free to do as he pleased with minimal interference. All the floors beyond the first floor (and all of the basement floors) are not accesible to non-employees. Luckily for some though, the company was hiring.

He entered his room, and sat at his desk. He studied the papers and info on his desk and on his computer. New breakthroughs in assassinating tech had been made. Pleased, he went, and signed up 2 new people to join the company. This would be a good day, and no one could interfere.

Anyone could enter the ground floor, however some guards watched. There were also cameras, lots of them. The place was under good security after several break in attempts over the last few weeks.

The sign outside said "NOW HIRING! Like the thrill of the kill? Want some easy money? Want to be respected? Loved? Want to feel like you can actually do something with yourself? Join Now!"

The building was impossible to miss. it was the tallest one in it's area.

Whorls of dreams and fragments of realities echoed through the gloomed halls of the great castle. Slowly the thrum of curiosity reverberated through out Emain Scathach, the sleeping queen felt a new ripple in the holons. Slowly the eternal dreamer turned her attention on a place where of recent, her Aeryn and Cughtagh have travelled to gather experiences for the sleeper to ponder upon.

The shadowed halls shifted slightly as the resonance of curiosity one again stirred the eternal dreaming queen to waken one of her explorers. Slowly raising the call the resounding ripple of energy washed through out the castle, touching every shadow filled hallway, and caressing the shrouded sleepers in their basalt resting places.

Eerily the Aeryn rose from her slumber, the amber energies flared and incandesced in the eye sockets, the grinning skeletal being sat up, a gauntleted hand rested on the edge of the basalt sarcophagus, the thrum of resonance echoed and rumbled through the great dark dream filled halls, standing slowly Jessi the Aeryn stretched, the popping of the frayed ligaments and tendons carried forth as the Xindhi explorer eased out and on to the floor. Slowly the shadows surrounded her, as one shimmering film of dream substance disappeared and another emerged to replace it, one of a city, of a building.

The miasma of amber energy that streamed from the eye sockets peered at the images, a city, a world, a new experience for the eternal sleepers to embrace. Slowly Jessi reached into the sarcophagus and grabbed the two swords that always accompanied her, Doom Bringer and World Slayer. Like all Xindhi explorers the names of the swords held significance to the wielder, these were aptly named and cherished by Jessi.

With a slight rasp of metal on leather the swords and their sheaths fell into the frogs that would hold them securely on the wide leather belt, with a nod towards the arch that led to the vast central chambers that held the queen, Jessi murmured, “I shall ride forth and observe this holon, whatever secrets may lay with in I shall study, note and understand.” With a slight bow of her head, Jessi spun and marched along the resonating path that snaked towards the great gateways of slumber, every step echoed through the vast and silent halls.

Ahead the great horned guardian, ever watchful, opened the massive gates, as he did so the myriad of holons, the multitudes of existence streamed past, their future, past and present all as shimmering dream substances to be entered and explored. With a deft touch of the translucent amulet that hung around her neck, the Aeryn summoned her destrier from the dream memories of the great Scathach. Slowly the clop of shod hooves upon flagstones carried from the deep gloom. Suddenly a flare of amber energies pierced the shadows, a great skeletal horse, the hooves shrouded in amber flames, the great eye sockets illuminating the area with the amber energies that flowed and coursed through its body.

Mounting the great beast, Jessi nudged it into the swirling holons of existence, as she did so she reached out with the resonance of darshan and prana to locate the thrumming of the experience the great queen sought to understand. Feeling the echo of the holon called the building, slowly the Aeryn began her journey.

As the flame shrouded hooves cleaved through the holons, passing through the dreaming state as a shadow, a nightmare, a disturbing presence to the holon, recorded in the memory as a flittering shade. Every holon, be it science or metaphysical, advanced or primitive, sacred or profane, all recorded the eternal watcher as she rode through. Only those who still believed, still remembered the legends of the hoary past of the Xindhi, would feel the passage as a subtle breeze along the strands of their holons memory.

As she approached the vast city, she eased up the long-legged gallop of the destrier, as the shimmering mirror of a dream flashed before her; Jessi the Aeryn felt the thrum of the resonance of this holon reverberate through her. In an instant the skeletal horse and rider were on an asphalt covered ally way between monolithic structures. Sliding off the mount, Jessi tapped the amulet and the dream substance that comprised her horse swirled and drifted off as if a wind were carrying it away.

Resonating the prana, Jessi the Aeryn allowed the memory of this existence to swirl around her, encompassing her, flooding her with as much as she could glean of this holon. Slowly the amber energies flashed and incandesced, creating an amber colored glow that seemed to light up the gloom of the ally way. With a pause Jessi the Aeryn reached out and touched the building before her, it was place the sleeping queen had seen. Lifting her mask to cover the skeletal remains of her face, and flipping the hood of her cloak up and over her head, Jessi began bending the light around her so that she would appear as naught more than a shadow to those who were unable to perceive such beings.

Quick, sure strides, the Xindhi known as Jessi the Aeryn moved towards the door, and with a deft touch she opened the portal and slipped in, to those unable to see pierce the veil of illusion, they would assume the door had been blown open by the wind. Stepping to her right she allowed the shadows to swirl and surround her. Not many holons of existence remembered the Xindhi, most dismissed them as nothing more than a story to scare children, if they remembered them at all. Silently the watcher moved about the outer edges of the room, seeking those who would radiate the energies she sought, the purpose of her waking from her slumber.