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<blockquote data-quote="Cafu" data-source="post: 6432564" data-attributes="member: 6692807"><p>There was an anguished roar from the other as it flew in but then one of the magical walls managed to intersect itself between it and us, simultaneously, slowly shoving us against the stone wall. I think that what it was trying to do was to push and crush us against a hard surface. </p><p></p><p>We all positioned ourselves so that there were stone columns between ourselves and the magical wall but ultimately, Longhelim said:</p><p></p><p>“We’ve got to get the dragon; there is no point in hiding here.”</p><p></p><p>Victor just nodded and Longhelim stepped next to him and with a sweep of his magical cape, they both suddenly appeared next to this other dragon. Both warriors were ready and they rained blow after blow against it. It could not stand against such concentrated, controlled aggression and it collapsed quite quickly although Victor did suffer a few scratches. </p><p></p><p>As soon as the second dragon fell, all the magical, moving walls disappeared. A gust of wind suddenly blew into the cave and wisps of mist began floating down from the ceiling. Curious, I looked up and saw that the strange gap I had seen above the pool led into a sky realm; that would be the best way to describe it. This must be the entrance to the dreamlands. I couldn’t believe it to be anything else. </p><p></p><p>We wondered about flying up there, especially as I had wanted to take advantage of the rumoured boost to spells of certain types in there but just as I was about to fly up, Longhelim said: </p><p></p><p>“Faden, you’d better do your spells down here. We don’t know what we are going to encounter up there. There may be something just waiting in ambush next to that hole.”</p><p></p><p>It was a shame, but he was right; so I settled down on the floor and said: </p><p></p><p>“John, Drudge, why don’t you search the cave; it’s going to take me some time to cast all these spells. They are not complicated but they do take some time.”</p><p></p><p>As I mentioned, it took me some time to conjure all the magical steeds but once I finished casting, I was gratified to see that the others had had some success in finding the dragon’s wealth. There was a respectable pile of coins nearby, as well as a suit of red dragon armour, jewelry and other accoutrements. </p><p></p><p>We distributed those and then finally we mounted; without further delay, one by one, we flew into the opening and had our first look at the Dreamlands of Trilla. </p><p></p><p>Our first look was literally breathtaking. We landed on a surface, it looked like normal, flat stone but it rose out of the clouds which formed a thick cover below us. This cloud cover stretched into the distance in all directions, making it look as if there was a surface below us; a surface of beautiful, pure white. It was impossible to say what was underneath this pristine white cover; above our heads, again in all directions, we saw endless blue sky with flocks of birds flying in the distance. Among this truly incredible view, there were several strange islands, jutting out of the cover, giving them the look of cloud islands hovering in mid-air. </p><p></p><p>Further in the distance, a conglomeration of dark, roiling clouds formed a storm with bolts of lightning dimly discernible within. It was very dramatic. </p><p>In a different direction, we could see that one of the hovering islands was home to a castle. Yes, literally a castle in the sky. That struck a vague memory; something I read about castles in the sky. I couldn’t quite place it though. This castle had numerous pennants and flags fluttering in the wind. </p><p></p><p>As we scanned further, another direction showed us a sunset; it was the most dramatic view of all, as it looked like the sky was on fire. Washes of glowing gold cascaded down this horizon, creating visions of golden, fiery waterfalls. It was not quite as dramatic as the panoramic vision of the elemental plane of fire which I had seen in the sewers beneath Seaquen, but it came close. </p><p></p><p>I cleared my throat, only to find that my voice sounded normal, despite the hefty breeze around us:</p><p></p><p>“Which way?” I asked. </p><p></p><p>The others were also looking around and no doubt nearly everyone could see better than I. John was staring at the castle, Longhelim and Victor looked at the storm cloud while Drudge was looking at the sunset. </p><p></p><p>John was the first to answer: </p><p></p><p>“It has to be the castle. There will be someone there and hopefully, we’ll be able to talk to them and see what we can find out. Those other places in the horizon are just a little too unnatural for my taste.”</p><p></p><p>I just looked at him: </p><p></p><p>“Unnatural? The others are unnatural but the castle in the sky isn’t? Are you listening to yourself?”</p><p></p><p>“What I mean is that the castle was built by someone or something; castles also usually mean that someone or something is living in them. There is no indication that something is living in either the storm or whatever that is….over there.”</p><p></p><p>Longhelim and Victor were already beginning to move towards the castle. We followed them but I was still shaking my head, muttering: </p><p></p><p>“Right, so the storm and the waterfalls of fire are unnatural but the castle in the sky isn’t…….”</p><p></p><p>Then I had to stop as my conjured horses picked up speed and I had to keep my concentration to ride them. It was quite an exhilarating experience as the creatures galloped in the blue of the sky, avoiding clouds and the odd protrusion from the lower cloud cover. The gallop was also incredibly fast but the magic made it very comfortable. </p><p></p><p>Riding on magic horses through the endless skies of a Golden Dragon’s dream……if my journals were ever read by future generations, I had no idea what they would make of this.</p><p> </p><p>I was rudely brought out of my reverie as we approached the castle. It quickly became obvious that it was not a nice place, judging by the flags and pennants. For a start, the building itself was black; never a good sign; then the pennants, flags, even the walls themselves were all marked with infernal runes. I was trying to concentrate to see just what they said but I was distracted by the flocks of flying……skulls as one of them approached quite close.</p><p></p><p>We rose up above the building but it was pretty much the same from above: black, infernal and with flocks of flying skulls. Ominously, black clouds had begun to converge above and suddenly, a bolt of lightning crackled around us. The electricity did very strange things to my beard. Despite this, we bore through and as we approached, there was a blood curdling wail which erupted from the building. We all managed to shrug off the unnatural wash of magic that had washed over us with that sound but at this point, the skulls began to hone in on us unerringly. </p><p></p><p>They swarmed towards in a huge flock but Longhelim activated the Torch and an enormous column of fire crashed down upon them, almost shattering the cohesion of the flock. Despite this, they carried on towards us. </p><p></p><p>Lightning was crashing all around us, bolts flashing very close and the remainder of the flock flew at us incredibly fast, swerving and dodging in a coordinated dance, but Longhelim managed to loose off another column of fire and this time, it did disperse the skulls. Good thing too as I didn’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t done so but I didn’t want to find out. </p><p></p><p>Once the skulls had been dispersed, we avoided the bolts of lightning and landed on one of the many balconies around the castle. There were doors leading inside and as we all landed, John pushed them open. </p><p></p><p>They revealed a large round chamber with three figures in the centre. Somehow, magically, we had ended up in the centre of the castle. The three figures were standing still, not making a hostile move but evidently aware of our presence, watching carefully. Slowly and carefully we descended the stairs, also making no sudden moves. As we approached we were able to discern our hosts. I recognized two of them immediately: they looked like Horned Devils, each carrying a pole arm….except that they were mechanical which meant that they were magical constructs made to look like the Devils, a completely different prospect to real infernals. </p><p></p><p>They stood side by side to another person in the middle and this individual was far more intriguing. For a start, he was wearing a very peculiar robe. It looked very luxurious and it had a set of beautiful patterns: they were all eyes and embroidered so realistically that I swear they were watching me. They were small, large, slanted, square, rectangular and shaped in ways I had never seen before; they were also blue, brown, green and topaz: I even thought I saw several of them blinking. When we finally reached within conversation distance, it was easy to see that the individual in question was certainly not completely human. He looked like a well kept man in his thirties, with the exception of his eyes, which looked much older; however, he did have a small pair of horns growing out of his forehead which was a fairly strong indication of a strong outer planar influence. </p><p></p><p>I recognized what he was immediately: a tiefling or a mixed blood between a human and in this case most likely a devil. These individuals were often very powerful and certainly judging by his castle and his actual presence, this being should not be underestimated. </p><p></p><p>He blinked at us curiously and then spoke: </p><p></p><p>“Good day to you. My name is Sagrimar and this is my abode.”</p><p></p><p>Longhelim inclined his head and replied just as politely: </p><p></p><p>“My name is Longhelim and we have arrived here only recently. These are my friends, Felix, Slippery John, Salubrious Drudge, Faden and Victor. We are seeking Trilla the Golden Dragon.”</p><p></p><p>A visible sigh escaped his body and I could see the tension leaving his posture. It struck me that he had been expecting a possible conflict but had taken a calculated gamble that we would want to talk. </p><p></p><p>He continued: </p><p></p><p>“Well, I am sure I will be able to aid you in your search; come, let me invite you to dinner. It has just been cooked and after that, we will talk.”</p><p></p><p>He turned his back on us and we followed him through a door into a large, decorated dining room; it was dominated by a large table which had already been prepared for seven people. The two mechanical horned devils followed us and stopped on each side of the door. The food was already set on the table, in silver and porcelain tupperware. It was all very civilized. </p><p></p><p>The warriors carefully sat down and then rather sheepishly stood up and began to divest themselves of their plate armour. It really wasn’t made for sitting down at a dining table. When that was done, dinner was served. </p><p></p><p>Our host kept up a very urbane flow of conversation and the food was some of the best I had ever eaten. It did not take long to understand that here in his castle, he was cut off from any news. Despite this, he was remarkably well informed, with a good knowledge of both the rulers of each of the important kingdoms of our land as well as their motivations. It was almost as if he had partial access to some information but it was not complete. He also must have had a great deal of historical knowledge; all in all a very interesting individual. </p><p> </p><p>He was interested in everything; not just our recent adventures but also our ideas and interpretations about the various powerful individuals we had met. He also wanted to know about our ideas as to how the future was going to develop. We were quite discreet of course but it still all very intellectually stimulating. </p><p></p><p>The conversation flowed back and forth and as is usual, used up a great deal of time. It surprised me just how much time had passed. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, so much so that I even saw Longhelim take out his pipe; he only ever did that when he was relaxed. The paladin had been the most active member in the conversation with the tiefling. I had chimed in with the odd fact or two as had John but it was Longhelim who was the most lively conversationalist. The subject matters ranged widely and it was obvious that despite the odd couple aspect of the pair, one infernal, the other celestial, they got on very well. </p><p></p><p>Finally, over a set of steaming hot drinks, Sagrimar said: </p><p></p><p>“Ah, thank you my friends. That was the longest conversation I have had for some time, especially with a group as diverse as yourselves. What you have told me about Gate Pass, Dassen, Seaquen and these other places is quite fascinating. So, it is only fair that I reciprocate. </p><p></p><p>Come with me and I will endeavour to help you on your quest.”</p><p></p><p>With that, he led us into another room. This one looked more like a study or library; numerous shelves contained scrolls and books, a large window looked out onto the sky and a large desk sat under the window. On this desk stood something covered with a cloth which Sagrimar slid off to reveal a ball of crystal. I recognized it: it was a scrying device. </p><p></p><p>He activated with a few passes of his hands and then told us to look into it. As we did, several images formed and flashed within rapidly: </p><p></p><p>A large castle standing on a plain near an ocean.</p><p></p><p>An elven woman wearing a golden dress which looks like dragon’s wings. She seems to be sleeping but weeping tears of blood at the same time. Suddenly, a roar shakes the ball but it seems to come out of the depths of the ocean. </p><p></p><p>Sagrimar rapidly threw the cloth over the ball and looked shaken; then he turned to us and asked: </p><p></p><p>“Do you want to see any more?”</p><p></p><p>We all nodded so with obvious reluctance, he slid off the cloth again. </p><p></p><p>This time, the woman is awake and trapped on a rocky crag. She looks in horror as another roar shakes the crystal ball and the stars seem to be falling out of the sky. Whatever is coming, it is monstrous, huge and evil. One last roar and the crystal ball cracks; the image shatters.</p><p></p><p>Sagrimar looked shaken but then regained his composure and said: </p><p></p><p>“That is what Trilla’s castle looks like. The other parts of the vision may be her current dream; quite strange; that has never happened before.</p><p></p><p>Now, to reach the castle, you have to go through that huge cloud bank in the distance.”</p><p></p><p>He pointed at the enormous feature which I had thought to be the sunset.</p><p></p><p>The tiefling continued: </p><p></p><p>“The bank is very dangerous; once you are through it, you will have to focus on the sorrow of your hearts; that focus will guide you to the Abyssal Pillars; this is a group, a maze if you like, of huge stone pillars where the nightmare trillith live. However, if you are fast, you should be able to sneak through. Once you make your way through them, you will reach the Ocean of Stars; that is a fog shrouded ocean which acts as the floor of this plane if you like. On it, you will find a slick of blood; if you follow this slick, it will lead you to the gates of Trilla’s Castle.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cafu, post: 6432564, member: 6692807"] There was an anguished roar from the other as it flew in but then one of the magical walls managed to intersect itself between it and us, simultaneously, slowly shoving us against the stone wall. I think that what it was trying to do was to push and crush us against a hard surface. We all positioned ourselves so that there were stone columns between ourselves and the magical wall but ultimately, Longhelim said: “We’ve got to get the dragon; there is no point in hiding here.” Victor just nodded and Longhelim stepped next to him and with a sweep of his magical cape, they both suddenly appeared next to this other dragon. Both warriors were ready and they rained blow after blow against it. It could not stand against such concentrated, controlled aggression and it collapsed quite quickly although Victor did suffer a few scratches. As soon as the second dragon fell, all the magical, moving walls disappeared. A gust of wind suddenly blew into the cave and wisps of mist began floating down from the ceiling. Curious, I looked up and saw that the strange gap I had seen above the pool led into a sky realm; that would be the best way to describe it. This must be the entrance to the dreamlands. I couldn’t believe it to be anything else. We wondered about flying up there, especially as I had wanted to take advantage of the rumoured boost to spells of certain types in there but just as I was about to fly up, Longhelim said: “Faden, you’d better do your spells down here. We don’t know what we are going to encounter up there. There may be something just waiting in ambush next to that hole.” It was a shame, but he was right; so I settled down on the floor and said: “John, Drudge, why don’t you search the cave; it’s going to take me some time to cast all these spells. They are not complicated but they do take some time.” As I mentioned, it took me some time to conjure all the magical steeds but once I finished casting, I was gratified to see that the others had had some success in finding the dragon’s wealth. There was a respectable pile of coins nearby, as well as a suit of red dragon armour, jewelry and other accoutrements. We distributed those and then finally we mounted; without further delay, one by one, we flew into the opening and had our first look at the Dreamlands of Trilla. Our first look was literally breathtaking. We landed on a surface, it looked like normal, flat stone but it rose out of the clouds which formed a thick cover below us. This cloud cover stretched into the distance in all directions, making it look as if there was a surface below us; a surface of beautiful, pure white. It was impossible to say what was underneath this pristine white cover; above our heads, again in all directions, we saw endless blue sky with flocks of birds flying in the distance. Among this truly incredible view, there were several strange islands, jutting out of the cover, giving them the look of cloud islands hovering in mid-air. Further in the distance, a conglomeration of dark, roiling clouds formed a storm with bolts of lightning dimly discernible within. It was very dramatic. In a different direction, we could see that one of the hovering islands was home to a castle. Yes, literally a castle in the sky. That struck a vague memory; something I read about castles in the sky. I couldn’t quite place it though. This castle had numerous pennants and flags fluttering in the wind. As we scanned further, another direction showed us a sunset; it was the most dramatic view of all, as it looked like the sky was on fire. Washes of glowing gold cascaded down this horizon, creating visions of golden, fiery waterfalls. It was not quite as dramatic as the panoramic vision of the elemental plane of fire which I had seen in the sewers beneath Seaquen, but it came close. I cleared my throat, only to find that my voice sounded normal, despite the hefty breeze around us: “Which way?” I asked. The others were also looking around and no doubt nearly everyone could see better than I. John was staring at the castle, Longhelim and Victor looked at the storm cloud while Drudge was looking at the sunset. John was the first to answer: “It has to be the castle. There will be someone there and hopefully, we’ll be able to talk to them and see what we can find out. Those other places in the horizon are just a little too unnatural for my taste.” I just looked at him: “Unnatural? The others are unnatural but the castle in the sky isn’t? Are you listening to yourself?” “What I mean is that the castle was built by someone or something; castles also usually mean that someone or something is living in them. There is no indication that something is living in either the storm or whatever that is….over there.” Longhelim and Victor were already beginning to move towards the castle. We followed them but I was still shaking my head, muttering: “Right, so the storm and the waterfalls of fire are unnatural but the castle in the sky isn’t…….” Then I had to stop as my conjured horses picked up speed and I had to keep my concentration to ride them. It was quite an exhilarating experience as the creatures galloped in the blue of the sky, avoiding clouds and the odd protrusion from the lower cloud cover. The gallop was also incredibly fast but the magic made it very comfortable. Riding on magic horses through the endless skies of a Golden Dragon’s dream……if my journals were ever read by future generations, I had no idea what they would make of this. I was rudely brought out of my reverie as we approached the castle. It quickly became obvious that it was not a nice place, judging by the flags and pennants. For a start, the building itself was black; never a good sign; then the pennants, flags, even the walls themselves were all marked with infernal runes. I was trying to concentrate to see just what they said but I was distracted by the flocks of flying……skulls as one of them approached quite close. We rose up above the building but it was pretty much the same from above: black, infernal and with flocks of flying skulls. Ominously, black clouds had begun to converge above and suddenly, a bolt of lightning crackled around us. The electricity did very strange things to my beard. Despite this, we bore through and as we approached, there was a blood curdling wail which erupted from the building. We all managed to shrug off the unnatural wash of magic that had washed over us with that sound but at this point, the skulls began to hone in on us unerringly. They swarmed towards in a huge flock but Longhelim activated the Torch and an enormous column of fire crashed down upon them, almost shattering the cohesion of the flock. Despite this, they carried on towards us. Lightning was crashing all around us, bolts flashing very close and the remainder of the flock flew at us incredibly fast, swerving and dodging in a coordinated dance, but Longhelim managed to loose off another column of fire and this time, it did disperse the skulls. Good thing too as I didn’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t done so but I didn’t want to find out. Once the skulls had been dispersed, we avoided the bolts of lightning and landed on one of the many balconies around the castle. There were doors leading inside and as we all landed, John pushed them open. They revealed a large round chamber with three figures in the centre. Somehow, magically, we had ended up in the centre of the castle. The three figures were standing still, not making a hostile move but evidently aware of our presence, watching carefully. Slowly and carefully we descended the stairs, also making no sudden moves. As we approached we were able to discern our hosts. I recognized two of them immediately: they looked like Horned Devils, each carrying a pole arm….except that they were mechanical which meant that they were magical constructs made to look like the Devils, a completely different prospect to real infernals. They stood side by side to another person in the middle and this individual was far more intriguing. For a start, he was wearing a very peculiar robe. It looked very luxurious and it had a set of beautiful patterns: they were all eyes and embroidered so realistically that I swear they were watching me. They were small, large, slanted, square, rectangular and shaped in ways I had never seen before; they were also blue, brown, green and topaz: I even thought I saw several of them blinking. When we finally reached within conversation distance, it was easy to see that the individual in question was certainly not completely human. He looked like a well kept man in his thirties, with the exception of his eyes, which looked much older; however, he did have a small pair of horns growing out of his forehead which was a fairly strong indication of a strong outer planar influence. I recognized what he was immediately: a tiefling or a mixed blood between a human and in this case most likely a devil. These individuals were often very powerful and certainly judging by his castle and his actual presence, this being should not be underestimated. He blinked at us curiously and then spoke: “Good day to you. My name is Sagrimar and this is my abode.” Longhelim inclined his head and replied just as politely: “My name is Longhelim and we have arrived here only recently. These are my friends, Felix, Slippery John, Salubrious Drudge, Faden and Victor. We are seeking Trilla the Golden Dragon.” A visible sigh escaped his body and I could see the tension leaving his posture. It struck me that he had been expecting a possible conflict but had taken a calculated gamble that we would want to talk. He continued: “Well, I am sure I will be able to aid you in your search; come, let me invite you to dinner. It has just been cooked and after that, we will talk.” He turned his back on us and we followed him through a door into a large, decorated dining room; it was dominated by a large table which had already been prepared for seven people. The two mechanical horned devils followed us and stopped on each side of the door. The food was already set on the table, in silver and porcelain tupperware. It was all very civilized. The warriors carefully sat down and then rather sheepishly stood up and began to divest themselves of their plate armour. It really wasn’t made for sitting down at a dining table. When that was done, dinner was served. Our host kept up a very urbane flow of conversation and the food was some of the best I had ever eaten. It did not take long to understand that here in his castle, he was cut off from any news. Despite this, he was remarkably well informed, with a good knowledge of both the rulers of each of the important kingdoms of our land as well as their motivations. It was almost as if he had partial access to some information but it was not complete. He also must have had a great deal of historical knowledge; all in all a very interesting individual. He was interested in everything; not just our recent adventures but also our ideas and interpretations about the various powerful individuals we had met. He also wanted to know about our ideas as to how the future was going to develop. We were quite discreet of course but it still all very intellectually stimulating. The conversation flowed back and forth and as is usual, used up a great deal of time. It surprised me just how much time had passed. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, so much so that I even saw Longhelim take out his pipe; he only ever did that when he was relaxed. The paladin had been the most active member in the conversation with the tiefling. I had chimed in with the odd fact or two as had John but it was Longhelim who was the most lively conversationalist. The subject matters ranged widely and it was obvious that despite the odd couple aspect of the pair, one infernal, the other celestial, they got on very well. Finally, over a set of steaming hot drinks, Sagrimar said: “Ah, thank you my friends. That was the longest conversation I have had for some time, especially with a group as diverse as yourselves. What you have told me about Gate Pass, Dassen, Seaquen and these other places is quite fascinating. So, it is only fair that I reciprocate. Come with me and I will endeavour to help you on your quest.” With that, he led us into another room. This one looked more like a study or library; numerous shelves contained scrolls and books, a large window looked out onto the sky and a large desk sat under the window. On this desk stood something covered with a cloth which Sagrimar slid off to reveal a ball of crystal. I recognized it: it was a scrying device. He activated with a few passes of his hands and then told us to look into it. As we did, several images formed and flashed within rapidly: A large castle standing on a plain near an ocean. An elven woman wearing a golden dress which looks like dragon’s wings. She seems to be sleeping but weeping tears of blood at the same time. Suddenly, a roar shakes the ball but it seems to come out of the depths of the ocean. Sagrimar rapidly threw the cloth over the ball and looked shaken; then he turned to us and asked: “Do you want to see any more?” We all nodded so with obvious reluctance, he slid off the cloth again. This time, the woman is awake and trapped on a rocky crag. She looks in horror as another roar shakes the crystal ball and the stars seem to be falling out of the sky. Whatever is coming, it is monstrous, huge and evil. One last roar and the crystal ball cracks; the image shatters. Sagrimar looked shaken but then regained his composure and said: “That is what Trilla’s castle looks like. The other parts of the vision may be her current dream; quite strange; that has never happened before. Now, to reach the castle, you have to go through that huge cloud bank in the distance.” He pointed at the enormous feature which I had thought to be the sunset. The tiefling continued: “The bank is very dangerous; once you are through it, you will have to focus on the sorrow of your hearts; that focus will guide you to the Abyssal Pillars; this is a group, a maze if you like, of huge stone pillars where the nightmare trillith live. However, if you are fast, you should be able to sneak through. Once you make your way through them, you will reach the Ocean of Stars; that is a fog shrouded ocean which acts as the floor of this plane if you like. On it, you will find a slick of blood; if you follow this slick, it will lead you to the gates of Trilla’s Castle.” [/QUOTE]
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