I have incorporated the following dreams to convey the demonic overtones and flash-back technique. The paladin and wizard have backgrounds that have related personality traits.
• I suffer awful visions of a coming disaster and will do anything to prevent it. &
• I see omens in every event and action. The gods try to speak to us, we just need to listen.
DREAMS
Hunger Games !
A cold sweat, pounding heartbeat, short of breath. Terror grips you, and the darkness of the cavern is illuminated in frightening ways by leering shadows from strange glowing fungi. Alien echo’s confuse your sense of direction.
Something whispers out of the darkness and a sharp pain tears across your shoulders as your flesh parts. Musical laughter whispers amidst the shadows of the cavern. You dash across a cold stream, stumbling across sharp rocks, as a spike of agony rips though your right knee and you collapse to hard ground.
Booted feet alight beside you and roughly turn you over. Standing over you are the shadowy forms of a handful of dark elves. You recognise the dark priestess Ilvara and some of the others as guards from the prison.
The priestess is scowling at you, when she sighs and makes a few sharp gestures. Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain across your throat and a wet warmth wash down your chest. Someone just cut your throat!
Your last sight is of the priestess slicing your nipple from your chest and chewing on your flesh, your blood dribbling down her lip.
You awake with a sharp breathe and a damp sweat over your body. The dream was very vivid, and left you with a spine tingling horror. It couldn’t possibly be real, could it?
Pursuit !
The soft beat of many feet upon the hard ear. The fleeting image of half caught shadows from the darkness. A soft whisper of cool air against your fast from your speeding passage. About you, many half seen figures dash madly through the darkness with you.
A small stream lit softly by glowing algae catches a reflection of an ebony skinned elven face as they leap boldly across its surface. The figure stops briefly beside the remnants of a campfire. Wish a harsh cry, he leaps to his feet and bounds deeper into the dark environs. About him, flittering shadows join him on his hunt with echoing cries from the darkness !
Your rest is filled with strange dreams and disturbing images. Dark shadows seem to move and reach out toward you as you wander lost through endless mazes of tunnels. Oily tentacles slide to brush up against them, while a great buzzing and howling rises in the distance.
Suppurating wounds burst open in clouds of spores or crawling masses of maggots or insects.
You pull yourself from your reverie with a physical effort as if some presence is holding you down, and a cool moisture chills your skin. You have an unshakable feeling as if there is something out there in the dark watching you.
Something is wrong with the world. You can feel it. There have been signs. A darkness hides behind the thin, peeling veneer, slowly eating away at all things good and pure. You can fight it, but eventually you will succumb to its curse and it will consume you. But maybe there is another way. Maybe you can understand enough of it that it might only fracture your mind, instead of shattering it outright. Then the fight may go on.
• I suffer awful visions of a coming disaster and will do anything to prevent it. &
• I see omens in every event and action. The gods try to speak to us, we just need to listen.
DREAMS
Hunger Games !
A cold sweat, pounding heartbeat, short of breath. Terror grips you, and the darkness of the cavern is illuminated in frightening ways by leering shadows from strange glowing fungi. Alien echo’s confuse your sense of direction.
Something whispers out of the darkness and a sharp pain tears across your shoulders as your flesh parts. Musical laughter whispers amidst the shadows of the cavern. You dash across a cold stream, stumbling across sharp rocks, as a spike of agony rips though your right knee and you collapse to hard ground.
Booted feet alight beside you and roughly turn you over. Standing over you are the shadowy forms of a handful of dark elves. You recognise the dark priestess Ilvara and some of the others as guards from the prison.
The priestess is scowling at you, when she sighs and makes a few sharp gestures. Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain across your throat and a wet warmth wash down your chest. Someone just cut your throat!
Your last sight is of the priestess slicing your nipple from your chest and chewing on your flesh, your blood dribbling down her lip.
You awake with a sharp breathe and a damp sweat over your body. The dream was very vivid, and left you with a spine tingling horror. It couldn’t possibly be real, could it?
Pursuit !
The soft beat of many feet upon the hard ear. The fleeting image of half caught shadows from the darkness. A soft whisper of cool air against your fast from your speeding passage. About you, many half seen figures dash madly through the darkness with you.
A small stream lit softly by glowing algae catches a reflection of an ebony skinned elven face as they leap boldly across its surface. The figure stops briefly beside the remnants of a campfire. Wish a harsh cry, he leaps to his feet and bounds deeper into the dark environs. About him, flittering shadows join him on his hunt with echoing cries from the darkness !
Your rest is filled with strange dreams and disturbing images. Dark shadows seem to move and reach out toward you as you wander lost through endless mazes of tunnels. Oily tentacles slide to brush up against them, while a great buzzing and howling rises in the distance.
Suppurating wounds burst open in clouds of spores or crawling masses of maggots or insects.
You pull yourself from your reverie with a physical effort as if some presence is holding you down, and a cool moisture chills your skin. You have an unshakable feeling as if there is something out there in the dark watching you.
Something is wrong with the world. You can feel it. There have been signs. A darkness hides behind the thin, peeling veneer, slowly eating away at all things good and pure. You can fight it, but eventually you will succumb to its curse and it will consume you. But maybe there is another way. Maybe you can understand enough of it that it might only fracture your mind, instead of shattering it outright. Then the fight may go on.