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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Richards" data-source="post: 9463847" data-attributes="member: 508">ADVENTURE 81: NO-SHOW MOGOPC Roster: Alewyth Putterpye, dwarf priestess of Aerik 17             Thurloe Pulver, human fighter 3/wizard 3/spellsword 10/eldritch knight 1             Wakuren, half-orc cleric of Cal 9/paladin 8             Xandro Silverstrings, human bard 6/rogue 11             Zander Quilson, elf sorcerer 17Game Session Date: 14 August 2024 - - -Each of the five dreamwalkers went to sleep and, upon entering a dreaming state, found their consciousnesses in the Dreamlands, where they were met by their assigned moogle guides and escorted into the Corridor of Dreams.  Normally, that's where they would meet up with Mogo, their dreamwalking instructor, who would lead them into a given dream for their nightly training.  This time, however, the moogles took their wards directly to a specific door in the Corridor of Dreams and ushered them inside.  "Mogo's already inside, kupo," they told their charges.That night, Wakuren was the last of the five to fall asleep, and thus he was the last to be ushered to the door in which their training would commence.  "Everyone's inside, kupo," said Kupek, his kittenish guide.  Thanking the little moogle, Wakuren opened the door and stepped inside the dreamscape.As expected, the other four dreamwalkers were already there.  What wasn't expected was Mogo's absence - as well as the general appearance of the dreamscape, for this had nothing at all in the way of a backdrop; it was a blank canvas as far as the eye could see."Where's Mogo?" the half-orc asked the others."Beats me," replied Thurloe.  "Doc said he was already in here, but he's not.""Maybe that's tonight's lesson?" suggested Alewyth.  "We're to find him?""Not like this we're not," complained Xandro.  "I've tried shaking up the landscape, but nothing doing."  Mogo had long ago taught them all how to make little changes to a particular dreamscape's features, but try as he might, the dreamscape refused to alter to Xandro's desires - it remained a pure white in all directions."Well, screw it, then," griped Thurloe.  "I say, if the teacher's not here, then I guess tonight's training is off, and we can all go to our private dreamscapes and do whatever we want for the night.""We could ask the other moogles to give us tonight's training," offered up Zander.  But then, turning around, he looked frantically in all directions.  "Hey, guys," he said, "where's the door?"  Sure enough, the exit door from the dreamscape was no longer visible.  Alewyth closed her eyes and concentrated on forcing it to make a reappearance, but when she opened them to check on her success, she let out a sigh.  "Well, this isn't good," she said to the others.Suddenly, a bit of color started appearing beneath their feet.  The ubiquitous whiteness started darkening, taking on the appearance of rough stone, as walls started forming around them, along with a stone roof, about 15 feet up.  Before long, the dreamscape had finally taken shape: a circular chamber with a single exit at their backs, and in the middle of the room glowing runes started taking form, solidifying into a large magic circle etched into the stone floor."About time!" said Thurloe.  "Okay, Mogo, where are you?  Quit screwing around!"  The spellsword wouldn't admit it, but he had been kind of looking forward to having the night free to do whatever he wanted in his own private dreamscape.  But then his attention was drawn to a form materializing in the center of the summoning circle.  "Hey - that's not Mogo!" he exclaimed."Yeah, no kidding!" replied Alewyth.  Sure enough, the form coalescing out of thin air was much larger than a human, elf, or dwarf - and much bigger than the bat-winged kitten, who stood no larger than a gnome.  It had a humanoid upper body - if you ignored the two extra sets of arms growing from beneath the normal pair - and was most definitely female.  But the curve of her hips led to the lower half of a massive serpent of some sort.  The heroes knew what this was just by its general build: a marilith demon, a foul being from the Lower Planes!  It hissed in irritation at the five and swung its six longswords about, eager for combat.As usual, Thurloe's honed instincts and reaction time allowed him to make the first move, and also as usual, he took that moment to see to his own safety, casting a fire shield spell upon himself that would punish anyone attacking him - six-armed female snake-demons, for instance - by sending a blast of cold energy at them if they did.  Xandro pulled the Dardolian Lute from his back and began the song of inspirational courage, something they normally relied upon Robin to provide, but she was no dreamwalker like themselves and was off in her own personal dreamscape, experiencing whatever it was she dreamt about that night.Zander also cast a protective spell, in his cast displacement, making him seem to be somewhere he really wasn't.  He hoped that would be enough to keep those six blades from doing him any real harm.  He got his spell off just in time, too, for the marilith struck forward with her swords and tail.  Wakuren seemed to be her primary focus, no doubt due to the symbols of Cal he wore on his tabard and shield; a demon was not likely to be impressed with the symbol of a god dedicated to goodness and light.  (Alewyth's god, Aerik, was of a similar bent, but she was further back, out of immediate striking distance.)  However, the three longswords on the demon's right side all went slashing down at Thurloe (triggering his defensive fire shield spell, to the marilith's displeasure), while the other two were targeted against Xandro, who also received a slap of her tail for good measure.  Quick-footed as he was, Xandro managed to keep his footing and even continued playing the magical song on his lute without interruption.Alewyth didn't worry about protective spells; there was a demon at hand and she planned to do something about it!  She cast a banishment spell, hoping to send the demon back to its own Lower Plane - if this was in fact a true demon and not just a dream-figment of one.  (Thurloe's bastard sword Spellslicer, she well knew, would pop her like a bubble if she were in fact nothing but an illusion, but first the spellsword would need to work up the courage to actually attack her instead of see to his own personal safety, like he normally did.)  Sadly, demons of the marilith's power level were often able to completely overcome the intended effects of spells by an inherent resistance to spell energy, and this time it proved to be the case.  Still, the dwarven priestess knew she had tried.Wakuren cast a magic circle against evil spell centered on himself, but this wasn't the selfish act it at first might have seemed to be, for one of the spell's effects was to prevent the approach of summoned creatures, and the marilith had suddenly appeared in the middle of a summoning circle...the half-orc wasn't quite sure who had summoned it here to this chamber, but his spell would protect not only him but anyone within his immediate proximity from being attacked by the six-armed fiend.Thurloe, inside the boundary of Wakuren's magic circle spell, cast a protection from evil spell on Xandro, who was outside the boundary of Wakuren's spell.  It seemed like a noble gesture, and in fact it did prevent Xandro from being able to be attacked by the marilith (for the protection from evil spell was simply a slightly weaker version of the magic circle against evil spell, affecting but a single person instead of everyone nearby), but it was also a means by which Thurloe could avoid jumping into battle against the demon - who knew what all they could do?  The spellsword was in no mind to go find out; let somebody else take the first step forward.  (Unbeknownst to him, Wakuren had shifted his stance slightly, trying to get himself into a position where he and Xandro could attack the demon from opposite angles, and his movement brought him far enough away from the spellsword that Thurloe was no longer protected by the half-orc's magic circle.)Xandro took the opportunity of a break in his song to grab the figurine of wondrous power from the pouch at his belt and throw it over by the serpentine demon.  Upon hitting the floor, the statuette took on the full size and shape of a living dire tiger.  It swiped a massive paw at the demon's scaled back, but failed to deal her any appreciable damage.Zander cast a haste spell upon the assembled group, allowing them each to make more attacks (if any of them ever got around to making any....), then stepped back behind Alewyth.  But the marilith was under no such hesitation to attack; she struck out again with all six flashing blades, quickly figuring out that Wakuren and Xandro were protected by magic that prevented her from touching them at all.  But Thurloe wasn't, and he soon found himself trying to fight off four separate swords, a task for which he was not up to.  (She seemed not to mind the resulting defensive blasts of cold energy that came about as a result.)  Bleeding from multiple wounds, Thurloe saw the marilith's tail not only slap at the dire tiger, but coil around him and start constricting him.  The great cat yowled in pain, then quickly began gasping for breath; despite being nothing more than a carved statuette brought to life, when activated it was as alive as any dire tiger born out on the savannah and needed air to breathe.Alewyth had her dwarven warhammer Sjondra in hand and was eager to go wading into battle, but she saw the wisdom of the protective spell Wakuren had cast and covered herself in her own magic circle against evil spell first, before moving forward; perhaps she could goad the demon into wasting attacks on her that wouldn't be able to actually reach her.Seeing the dire tiger gasping for breath (and not considering that even if it were to be "slain," all that would happen would be it returning to its statuette form - plus, this was all a dreamscape anyway, so the "real" dire tiger figurine of wondrous power was back on the Material Plane, inside Xandro's belt pouch, where he kept it), Wakuren's compassion called for him to try casting a greater command spell.  "Drop!" he called out in the Common tongue, figuring demons likely knew the language of the mortals they tried to tempt into evil, and hoping she would release Xandro's dire tiger before it was "slain."  But he ran up against the demon's inherent spell resistance, and the spell fizzled away without impact.Thurloe finally found his courage and stepped up, Spellslicer in hand.  He swung the bastard sword at her scaled hide and the blade struck deep.  It also triggered the two spells he'd stored in there the night before: a vampiric touch and a bestow curse.  However, neither spell made it through her inherent spell resistance, both fizzling away to nothingness.Continuing with his song of inspirational courage for the moment, Xandro moved along the demon's flank and positioned himself behind her.  In the scabbard at his hip, his rapier Deathwhisper was ready to be drawn and put to bloody use.  In the meantime, Zander cast a successful enervation spell her way, siphoning off a bit of her overall power, which kept her attention while the bard positioned himself for best effect.The marilith's grip on the dire tiger had only tightened all this time, and the great cat finally dropped into unconsciousness, its breath squeezed out of it.  Her swords came flashing at Thurloe, the only combatant within range that wasn't protected by a spell that prevented her from even making physical contact.  Alewyth, seeing the many wounds Thurloe has sustained by this time, cast a mass heal spell on all of her friends and companions.  Wakuren cast a spell resistance spell upon himself, while Thurloe went full-bore against the marilith, swinging with his bastard sword like the true bastard he was.  Then, when the marilith's full attention was on the spellsword, Xandro made his move: flinging the Dardolian Lute behind his back, he drew Deathwhisper and plunged it all the way to the hilt into the marilith's back, just above her hips.  Blood spilled from her lips - along with a scream of pain and rage - and then she fell forward, landing hard on the stone floor.  Deathwhisper's blade was red with her blood, dripping onto the floor below the bard, but then the blood and the floor started melting away as the dreamscape shifted.The five dreamwalkers - and an unconscious dire tiger - were in the same positions relative to each other, but now instead on being in a circular, stone chamber they were all outside, under the noonday sun.  A dirt road led from beneath their feet straight ahead into the distance, but there was a figure blocking their path.  It was about twice the height of a normal man, dressed in black robes and wearing a wide, conical straw hat upon its head.  Six colorful gemstones whirled in odd orbits around his head, and he held an oversized scythe in his hands.  A pair of skeletal wings sprang up from his back, and when he lifted his head to face the heroes, they could see he had no skin on his face, which was nothing more than a skull.  "I believe," it said, in a voice from beyond the grave, "you are the ones for which I have looking."  Then, with a flap of his featherless wings, he glided forward along the dirt road, cutting the distance between them in half, at which point he landed on skeletal feet and took up a defensive stance with his curved scythe.Thurloe repeated the shinigami's actions, taking a defensive stance with Spellslicer over his shoulder, ready to swing for all he was worth if the skeletal being came forward.  But he certainly wasn't going to be the one to land the first blow, in case it has some weird sort of magical defenses in play.Zander had no such qualms; he calculated distances and cast forth a sunburst spell such that the shinigami would be in the area of effect but Thurloe would not.  His mental calculations were correct, and the shinigami's form was momentarily encompassed by a blast of light.  When the light dissipated, the skeletal being was looking down, shaking his head as if trying to shake off an unpleasant effect - that was the exact state of affairs, for the elf's sunburst spell had blinded the shinigami.  Xandro immediately began the chords to the song of inspirational courage once again.Alewyth, seeing the success of Zander's spell, next cast an empowered version of the same spell, encompassing the shinigami in another, more powerful ball of blinding light.  She knew he couldn't be blinded any further, but the light from Zander's spell had actually seemed to hurt the skeletal thing; let's see how he enjoyed a second, more powerful dose!  Unfortunately, the shinigami also enjoyed an inherent resistance to spell energy, and this time he was able to shake off the spell's intended effects.  Then, unable to see his foes, he glided forward while swinging his scythe back and forth, hoping to blindly connect with an opponent.  Thurloe was the closest, but he easily dodged the poorly-targeted swings.Then Thurloe retaliated, and he had no restrictions on his capabilities.  Spellslicer slit a hole in the shinigami's robes and cut a few notches out of the thing's rib bones beneath.  Zander followed up with another sunburst spell, and his spell managed to bathe the undead thing in blazing - and quite painful - light.  Then Xandro ran up and stabbed at it with his rapier and it was unable to even detect the attack beforehand, thereby being unable to dodge, block, or parry it.  Alewyth approached it from the other side, swinging Sjondra for all she was worth.  Wakuren got into the action as well, coming up from behind it and slamming the shinigami with his shield of Cal.  The undead thing lashed out with its scythe, swinging it in all directions, but was unable to connect with a single foe.  Thurloe finally killed it with a final blow from Spellslicer, at which point it fell to the ground in a pile of bones and the dreamscape started shifting again.Wakuren's attention was momentarily distracted as the new dreamscape background took shape; he thought he'd seen something darting by in the background, but when he looked for it there was nothing there.  He asked if anyone else had seen it, but they hadn't.  In the meantime, another backdrop took form: a young woman's bedroom, with an open door leading out to a balcony.  The sky beyond was dark; while it had been noonish just a moment ago, it was now nearly midnight, with the light from the moon and stars providing the only illumination.A young drow woman knelt on the open balcony, her arms spread wide as the sound of flapping wings approached.  "You have come," she said.  She sighed in delight."I have come" agreed a male drow, stepping into view through the woman's open bedroom door.  "And you are here, waiting for me, as promised.""I will always be here for you, My Lord," the woman replied, adding, "For as long as you desire."  But then, right as the heroes had all recalled exact where they'd seen this before - it was the dream of the young drow woman, when they'd asked Mogo if anyone was dreaming about the Forbidden Lands - the vampire looked up in surprise and saw them all standing there in his blood-donor's bedroom.  "Who in the Hells are you?" he demanded, pushing the woman to the side, out of harm's way.He began his attack with an attempt to dominate Wakuren - a stratagem doomed to failure, for the half-orc still had his magic circle against evil spell up and active, which hedged out all attempts at mind control.  Thurloe, seeing imminent combat with a vampire, stalled for time by casting a shield spell on himself with his wand, while Wakuren cast a death ward spell on himself.  But then Alewyth cast a searing light spell at the vampire, and just that quickly he was slain, his body nothing but dust blowing in the nighttime breeze.The drow woman, Driella, had no time to mourn her undead lover, for the dreamscape began to melt and drip like molten wax once again.  Gone was her bedroom, the balcony, and the night sky overhead; now the heroes were standing in an endless sea of sand, with a bright sun beaming down overhead.  Everywhere they looked, the horizon showed nothing but dunes in all directions, with not a green plant anywhere to break up the monotony.  Wakuren looked for the glimpse of the creature he'd seen before and managed to convince himself he'd seen a serpentine figure flying through the sky for a brief moment, and he had an immediate thought of it being another type of hypnalis viper, before his immediate attention was diverted to the mound of sand rising up directly before the five dreamwalkers and their unconscious dire tiger.As the mound rose, sand spilled down its sides, until they were able to see it for what it truly was: a desert scorpion of nearly impossible size, each of its pincers longer than either of the heroes was tall.  Its barbed tail rose up behind it, easily reaching three stories high.  Thurloe drew back Spellslicer in a defensive pose, ready to attack if it got within range but not wanting to race forward and letting it attack first with its far greater reach.Alewyth tried holding it immobile with a hold monster spell, but its primitive mind somehow managed to dodge the effects.  Zander grabbed the wand from Thurloe and applied a charge of the shield spell on himself.  And then the scorpion skittered forward in a blur of motion, catching Wakuren and Thurloe up in its claws.  Thurloe brought his bastard sword crashing down upon the offending pincers, while Wakuren merely grunted in pain as the spike of the creature's tail came stabbing his way, piercing him in the chest.  Fortunately, the venom had no effect, thanks to the heroes' feast he'd had that morning, part of Alewyth's morning routine.Xandro began playing the song of inspirational courage as he backed away out of the scorpion's striking range.  He sensed motion out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see his dire tiger starting to wake up from its bout of unconsciousness.  The great beast got to its feet, shook its head awake, and looked over at its master.  Xandro nodded with his head, pointing at the monstrous scorpion before them, and the tiger roared his understanding.Wakuren cast a bestow curse spell on the scorpion, hoping to confuse it enough to diminish the speed with which it could attack its foes, but once again the spell failed - the creature was simply too big, too powerful.  Thurloe, in the meantime, got tired of being crushed in the thing's pincers, and used his anklet of translocation to dimension door somewhere safer: directly on the top of the scorpion's flattened head.Alewyth found a way to use the scorpion's great size to its disadvantage: it was so large, she could cast an empowered flame strike spell that brought the heat of holy flames dropping down from the heavens to strike a part of the scorpion without catching either Thurloe or Wakuren in its area of effect.  The flames burned the left back half of the massive arachnid, keeping those around it still safe.Zander, however, was getting a bit tired of the dreamscapes jumping from one battle straight to another, and had no idea just how long this was going to go on.  So he activated the full power of his scout's headband, granting himself a few brief minutes of true seeing.  He scanned the horizon, the skies, looking for the weird winged serpent Wakuren had seen, but if it had been truly there, it was apparently not there any longer.  Perhaps the half-orc had simply imagined it.Continuing to crush Wakuren in its left pincer, the scorpion sent its now-empty right pincer darting forward to catch up Alewyth, stabbing its tail-stinger at Thurloe for good measure.  But the spellsword had also partaken of the morning's heroes' feast, so while the stinger hurt, the venom was ineffective.Still playing the inspirational tune on his lute, Xandro ran around to the back of the scorpion, figuring it would have a hard time targeting someone it couldn't see.  The dire tiger pounced, scratching the giant arachnid's hardened carapace with its claws (including those on its rear paws) and biting it with its fangs.  Wakuren, determined to ignore the pain of being crushed in its pincers (and figuring as long as he could stay there, that would prevent any of his friends from being caught up in his place), cast a thunder strike spell across its back half, while Thurloe stabbed straight down with his bastard sword, still balanced upon the scorpion's head.  Alewyth, however, not liking the idea that both of the group's primary sources of healing spells were caught up in the scorpion's claws, cast a freedom of movement spell upon herself and slipped down to the desert floor once more, freed from the snapping pincers.Zander, far enough away from the scorpion not to have to worry about being targeted, wasn't ready to give up on his search for the potential hypnalis viper.  He decided he'd try to put Mogo's lucid dreaming training to good use, trying to undo any potential shielding effect in place that could be hiding their elusive serpent.  But these efforts bore no more fruit than the elf's true seeing ploy.The scorpion continued crushing Wakuren in its left claw, snapping at Alewyth with its right and seemingly nonplused at its inability to catch her up again.  But by then Xandro was in place and he abandoned his Dardolian Lute for Deathwhisper, stabbing his blade deep into the scorpion's carapace as his dire tiger continued on with his own attacks.  Wakuren's next action was to cast a much-needed mass cure light wounds spell - he knew he could certainly use some healing about now, and he was fairly certain more than a few of his friends were in a similar position.Thurloe and Alewyth continued attacking the scorpion from either side, slowly bringing it down.  Zander was finally able to finish it off with a simple magic missile spell, and called out to the others, teasing them that he'd managed to get in the killing blow.  But as he was playfully taunting them, another mound of sand began rising behind the elf....Fortunately, by the time it was apparent there was a second scorpion of a similar size ready to fight the five dreamwalkers, the dreamscape began melting away.  "Whew!" breathed Zander, then belatedly began looking in all directions to see if he could spot the hypnalis viper.  The others, warned of the possibility of a hypnalis viper somewhere near, did likewise.  But it was the elf this time that got a glimpse of the flying serpent, the snake-thing disappearing almost as soon as it had been spotted.As the new dreamscape began forming, the heroes were pleased to see it didn't involve any immediate combat.  Instead, they were inside a building, just outside a door that led to a larger room in which a series of five closed coffins had been placed side by side.  The room was empty save for a lady wearing all black, to include a veil covering her face.  She walked slowly, as if in a daze, placing a single red rose upon the lid of each coffin before standing a moment in silence, then turning away and departing the room.  As in many dreams the five heroes had entered over the months of their training, the woman didn't seem to even see them; to her, they simply weren't a part of the dream.  But as she left, she raised her veil, and the dreamwalkers recognized her at once.  It was Robin the Balladeer, Xandro's girlfriend.  "Uh oh," said Xandro, watching her depart.  "This doesn't bode well.""That's likely us in those coffins," observed Thurloe.  "Betcha anything they rise up out of their coffins and we end up having to fight them."  He called forth a shout spell and loaded it into his bastard sword, just in case."Well, no use in speculating about it," pointed out Alewyth as she entered the room.  "Let's go have us a look-see."  She approached the coffin on the left, picked up the rose, and then lifted the lid.  Sure enough, that was her in the coffin, lying in repose, eyes closed and looking just like she did in life.  The dwarf looked down at her own corpse with a practiced eye, seeing if she could see any obvious cause of death.  But from what she could see, there were no obvious wounds, nothing to indicate how she might have died.  On a sudden impulse, she bent forward to look at the far side of her doppelganger corpse's neck, looking for vampiric puncture marks, but her neck was unblemished.  "Hmmm," she said to herself.Xandro entered the room next, casting a heroism spell upon himself because he too was fairly certain the dead heroes would rise and attack, if not immediately, then when they least expected it.  He went over to the second coffin and raised its lid, revealing the dead body of Thurloe.  The dire tiger padded in quietly after him, oblivious to the strangeness of having the dead corpses of the living visitors in the same room."I don't like this," observed Wakuren.  "But, since this is all just a dream...."  He cast a blade barrier spell such that the whirling blades of force energy ran parallel to the wall on which the five coffins had been aligned; the blades chopped through the wood of the coffins and then the flesh and bones of the corpses' skulls with equal ease.  Alewyth shrieked as blood and brain matter was scattered throughout the room; she backed out of the room with her hands covering her hair.  But the dreamscape was already melting, the remains of the coffins fading away with the mortuary room, and the bits of flying matter was melting away too, she was pleased to see.   Within moments, there was no longer any remaining section of the previous dream, and the dreamscape all around was back as it had originally appeared: a vast whiteness in all directions.Then a serpentine figure appeared, hovering in the air.  It did not have wings after all, Wakuren realized, just a wide hood like that of a cobra, flanking a face that was more human than serpentine.  It looked regally down upon the five dreamwalkers - the dire tiger was no longer with them, Xandro noticed - and an unspoken voice entered their minds.  <Remember,> it said.  Then the dream-serpent dashed forward, gliding through the air until it seemed to enter a nonexistent hole in space and the creature disappeared altogether.There was a sudden blot of color hanging in the air nearby, and it manifested fully into the frozen form of Mogo, hanging suspended in midair, his batlike wings as motionless as the rest of him.  Then, as if time had suddenly been given a kick-start, his wings started flapping and he turned around in mid-air.  "Oh, there you are, kupo!" he said.  "Are you ready to start tonight's dreamwalking lesson, kupo?""Not without a few answers first," countered Thurloe, and the five of them started filling in their moogle instructor with everything they'd just seen."Are you serious, kupo?" asked the moogle, his paws over his mouth in awe and astonishment.  "That sounds like a dream naga, kupo!"  He went on to explain that nobody knew where dream nagas came from, but it was rumored they were the emissaries of the gods, they had the full abilities of practiced dreamwalkers, and could manipulate dreams at will.  "It's said they sometime visit the dreams of important people and give them hints about their possible futures, kupo!" Mogo gushed."You don't mean...everything we just saw, is stuff that's going to happen to us sometime in the future?" Alewyth gasped.  "Or at least could?""Including the five coffins?" added Zander, blanching at the thought."It's all possible, kupo," Mogo replied quietly.  That gave everyone something to think about. - - -I was concerned the players would get tired of combat after combat without any explanations about what was going on, but they enjoyed trying to spot the flying serpent between the dreamscape changes.  (Logan in particular was convinced this was some new type of hypnalis viper.  He also thought for sure the Nightmare King was being summoned until he saw it was just a marilith demon.)  I enjoyed watching them try to figure out what was going on.  But at the end, with the big reveal, I got the awe I'd been hoping for, as it sunk in that these were likely glimpses into bits of upcoming adventures, and they started cataloguing all that they'd seen.  ("Okay, after we kill a Colossal monstrous scorpion in a desert, we have to remember there's going to be a second one almost immediately thereafter....")In both of my two previous campaigns ("WIng Three" and then "The Kordovian Adventurers Guild"), I had prophecies given to the PCs that later turned out to be correct later in the campaign.  I thought this would be a cool way to sort of do the same thing without getting too repetitious. - - -T-shirt worn: My T-shirt depicting the smoke from Albert Einstein's pipe turning into galaxies - my go-to shirt for representing the Dreamlands.</blockquote>

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