Farantir:
You turn around and all you see is the grass, the white, crispy grass. A sensation of movement suddenly overwhelms you and you are in the sky, looking down upon the endles field of whiteness. All across the field you can now see small dots of green grass. Or is it? They seem to move across the ground, spiraling towards a bigger green mass, gathering and building on itself. An emerald green flash of erupts from the ground and you turn away to shield your eyes. When you look back at it you see that the mass has taken on a serpentine form, and it is moving lazily around the ground. You realise that it is not a living thing, it is only an image, a shadow of some sorts, that floats around on the field. It is shaped like the dragons of myth, the rulers of the world ages past. It prowls the field, searching, hunting. Again you feel movement and you find yourself once more on the ground. The green mass is right infront of you and you see that you were correct, it is only an image moving across the grass, changing it from white to green as it moves, and back again to white when it has passed. In the blink of an eye the draconic form is gone and there is nothing left but the white grass.
You hear, rather than feel, the wind blowing from behind and when you turn around dark clouds come rushing in to completely cover the skies in a matter of seconds. The clouds begin to descend to the ground and a shudder crawls up your spine. Within moments you are surrounded by a thick fog and your vision reach only a few feet ahead of you. An explosion of sounds erupts in you mind and you fall to the ground, holding your head in your hands. It continues for several seconds before it recedes to a silent whisper. All of a sudden it stops and you feel a presence behind you but when you look back you see nothing. A voice speak to you but you are not sure if it comes from within your mind or from somewhere close in the fog. "It hurts, does it not? This is but the begining you know. Fear me, for I shall purge your mind of this abomination..."
Pain! There is only pain, like a thousand needles piercing your head, like a mountain come falling down upon your body and you scream out in agony as the pain increase...
You scream and scream until there is no breath left in your lungs before you realise the pain is gone. You open your eyes and see the stars overhead. You are back on the outskirts of the plains again, lying where you fell asleep a few hours ago. Was it a dream, or was it real? You can't feel any pain, only the memory of it. The dreams, if they are indeed dreams, have come more often of late, but never such as this. You rise and stretch when a feeling of tranquility come over you. "You had the dreams as well my dear Farantir. Not unexpected considering your skills." A soft voice speak to you from behind but when you turn around you see nothing. "Fear not Farantir, it is only I, Ameneuhrim. I am here in but spirit only. Listen carefully my friend, for this is important. An evil is rising within the ranks of The Seven. We have known this for some time now, but never before has the threat shown itself so openly. You need to travel to Lonia, to the thals, and be our link to the council that will soon take place there. I will contact you when you arrive there, but take care my friend, someone might want to stop you on your way." The voice fades and is gone.
You doubt not that this was Ameneuhrim who spoke to you, and you sensed the urgency in his message. Is this you quest then, or is it only another task given to you by the old shaman? It does not matter. You can still feel the memory of the pain in your head and body, this was a warning, a foreboding of what is to come. Should you try to get some more rest, or should you gather your gear and leave for the home of the thals at once?
Laharl:
You have been following the stone for a couple of days now. The rocky ground finally gave way to grass, and you set out, heading west across the plains, following the peculiar sphere the old man gave you. The sun goes down and night descend upon the grassy field. You keep on moving for a little while more before deciding to rest for the night. You are halfway asleep when a scream jerkes you out of slumberland. The scream goes on for several moments before ending. It was a scream of terror and of pain, and its source was not far from you.
