Dreams of the Shadowfell

First Visit - A Stumble Into The Light

• (2) You’re being cut open, hacked, and torn apart. Your roots are being ripped from the earth. You awoke moments ago, but now you want to scream. You can’t, until they carve your mouth. The rough and violent hacking is replaced by careful and meticulous sanding and shaving of your powerful frame. The empowered blood of the dead god is being used to awaken you further and empower your frame, binding you to this new and alien form. A familiar voice speaks from your mouth, “Brothers, sisters don’t do this!” but as the words leave your mouth your close friend brands you and you forget why their betrayal stung so badly in the first place. You only know the pain.
• (3) You lay your head to rest, but instantly the ground buckles and breaks apart, swallowing your companions or separating you from them at the very least. Shapes move in the fine bone mist and you are beset upon by enemies, pale-skinned faceless humans with various colored tunics. Your magic becomes unstable and an explosion is heard from the gaping maw the earth has formed. “The door is always one step away, break the circle and the lock falls as well.”
• (3) You cannot rest, you toss and turn through the ‘night.’ As you feel sleep begin to take hold of you, the horrible goat thing makes an appearance, “We saw you, staring from beyond the veil, waiting to steal secrets that do not belong.” It raises a finger with no flesh to its rotten lips to silence any argument. “The dreamer refuses to wake, you must lead them to the circle” Slowly it melts into a puddle of black ooze, its voice growing distorted. “The doorway closes, and your path home is lost.”
• (3) You’re staring into the circle of stars, visions of a desolate yet inviting place fill the pool. Light from an unseen source bounces off its surface and catches your eye. Seven faces peer from the streams feeding the major pool in the center. Each one whispering secrets. “One must die to reunite, a sacrifice given to the light. What is right when you’re mighty, when there is no truth, no home, no reality? Drown yourself here in the circle’s heart.”
• (5) You’re staring down at the burning forests of Antaeus, and a tall white-skinned man with antlers offers you a hand. “Come dear, there’s nothing for you that way.” A black goat with seven eyes and four horns looks up from the mists. “You don’t belong here, there’s nothing for you there either. Trade one lie for another in the hope of peaceful sleep.” The fires die off suddenly, the trees weep black blood, and your companion beckons once more.