The Dreaming
It had been a long day, I had traveled more miles than I could count. My entire body hurt from the exertion of the day. I sat down in front of the small fire I had lit, relishing in its warmth. After a meager meal of dry rations and a drought of water from the skin, I laid down on the cold, barren, rocky ground wishing for a smooth slab of slate or granite.
The stars winked down on me from above as I lay fitfully tossing and turning. Finally my eyelids closed over my weary eyes. I dreamed that night, a dream like none I've had before or since. The setting was so foreboding yet at the same time comforting. There were some in my dream that I knew, others I did not. Scorpion, the man in black; Rondax, the wemic from the Wastelands; and Bono, the thief; were all with me. I'm not sure why they were there, it has been some time that we've been apart.
Now where was I, ah yes, the dream itself now that you know where I was and who was involved. There was a man with power beyond belief, a mage I believe. He seems to be what drew all of us there. Somewhere along our journey we learned there was a haunted burrow with a valuable treasure hidden there. What the treasure was, I can not remember. The mage claimed the burrow was haunted by dead warriors who had died there.
I started shaking at that thought, the undead have been my greatest fear for quite some time. They're not alive yet not quite dead either. They're an abomination to those that are living and those that have passed on. I fought my feat back, refusing to let it take control of my mind. We entered the burrow, the air thick with fear and danger.
The actual burrow is a shadow of a memory, as is our trip to it. There was grave danger in both. The woods were filled with creatures, both of this world and beyond. Their sole purpose of existence was to stop any that would dare approach. The burrow itself, as I said before, was filled with the dead warriors, bound to protect what lay beneath the surface. The memories are to frightful to bring back to the surface, yet they will haunt my nightmares for years to come.
Afterwards we returned from the burrow still accompanied by our old, hooded guide. It seemed the evil surrounding the sacred ground had lifted a bit. Once away from the burrow the mood lightened considerably. We had just returned from a victorious battle against the evil we had faced. My head began to ache from the blow I had received during the battle. Scorpion came over to sit with me. He said he may be able to help with my fear of the undead. I relaxed under his guidance, allowing him to probe my mind with his own. I could feel a wall slowly form. I'm not sure what the wall blocked but prayed it was blocking my greatest fear.
The inn slowly dissipated as I awoke to the morning sun. I sat up groggily, wondering about the dream. It seems more real than possible, and I have the gash in my head to vouch for that. I'm still not sure where it came from, but I believe it is from the dream.
It had been a long day, I had traveled more miles than I could count. My entire body hurt from the exertion of the day. I sat down in front of the small fire I had lit, relishing in its warmth. After a meager meal of dry rations and a drought of water from the skin, I laid down on the cold, barren, rocky ground wishing for a smooth slab of slate or granite.
The stars winked down on me from above as I lay fitfully tossing and turning. Finally my eyelids closed over my weary eyes. I dreamed that night, a dream like none I've had before or since. The setting was so foreboding yet at the same time comforting. There were some in my dream that I knew, others I did not. Scorpion, the man in black; Rondax, the wemic from the Wastelands; and Bono, the thief; were all with me. I'm not sure why they were there, it has been some time that we've been apart.
Now where was I, ah yes, the dream itself now that you know where I was and who was involved. There was a man with power beyond belief, a mage I believe. He seems to be what drew all of us there. Somewhere along our journey we learned there was a haunted burrow with a valuable treasure hidden there. What the treasure was, I can not remember. The mage claimed the burrow was haunted by dead warriors who had died there.
I started shaking at that thought, the undead have been my greatest fear for quite some time. They're not alive yet not quite dead either. They're an abomination to those that are living and those that have passed on. I fought my feat back, refusing to let it take control of my mind. We entered the burrow, the air thick with fear and danger.
The actual burrow is a shadow of a memory, as is our trip to it. There was grave danger in both. The woods were filled with creatures, both of this world and beyond. Their sole purpose of existence was to stop any that would dare approach. The burrow itself, as I said before, was filled with the dead warriors, bound to protect what lay beneath the surface. The memories are to frightful to bring back to the surface, yet they will haunt my nightmares for years to come.
Afterwards we returned from the burrow still accompanied by our old, hooded guide. It seemed the evil surrounding the sacred ground had lifted a bit. Once away from the burrow the mood lightened considerably. We had just returned from a victorious battle against the evil we had faced. My head began to ache from the blow I had received during the battle. Scorpion came over to sit with me. He said he may be able to help with my fear of the undead. I relaxed under his guidance, allowing him to probe my mind with his own. I could feel a wall slowly form. I'm not sure what the wall blocked but prayed it was blocking my greatest fear.
The inn slowly dissipated as I awoke to the morning sun. I sat up groggily, wondering about the dream. It seems more real than possible, and I have the gash in my head to vouch for that. I'm still not sure where it came from, but I believe it is from the dream.
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