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<blockquote data-quote="Wicht" data-source="post: 259973" data-attributes="member: 221">Dreams&nbsp; &nbsp; The winter wind was cold, carrying with it bits of snow and ice.&nbsp; Veshema, full and low in the sky, reflected off of the dead grass and patches of snow, providing illumination for the drama unfolding in the valley below Tilliana.&nbsp; Three poor souls, no doubt driven by desperation and hunger, fled southwards.&nbsp; As they stumbled along, they fearfully looked back over their shoulders.&nbsp; &nbsp; One of the wretches stumbled.&nbsp; The one next to him stopped to help him up, glancing northward the whole while.&nbsp; The other did not stop moving, but he turned and watched the other two as he ran, gesturing the whole time.&nbsp; No words of his reached Tilliana’s ears, the wind blew too fiercely for that.&nbsp; But it was clear from his gestures and the frantic look on his face that he was urging them to press on.&nbsp; &nbsp; A cry echoed above the wind.&nbsp; It came from the north and it sounded like neither beast nor man.&nbsp; Shivers went down Tilliana’s spine and she clung all the more fiercely to her father.&nbsp; From the eaves of woods on the north end of the valley there emerged three more figures.&nbsp; They loped liked animals on all fours, but their shape was that of a man.&nbsp; The full moon reflected yellow off their cracked skin and their eyes glistened red.&nbsp; Though the air was freezing to the touch, they wore only rags.&nbsp; They stopped for a second and like dogs sniffed at the ground.&nbsp; Then with wicked glee they set off.&nbsp; There was no mistaking their intent.&nbsp; They were hunters and they scented their prey.&nbsp; &nbsp; “They are ghouls,” said Tilliana’s father as she trembled, “They are undead monstrosities and eaters of flesh.&nbsp; Their touch can cause the muscles of men to freeze and they delight in eating those that are still alive.”&nbsp; With gentle fingers he pried his daughter’s hands from his leg and began to move down the hill.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “No Dadda,…don’t go again,…” sobbed the little girl, “Don’t leave me…”&nbsp; &nbsp; “I have to little one.&nbsp; It is why we are here.&nbsp; Do not fear, be brave and Naemae shall protect you.”&nbsp; And drawing his greatsword, that sword that seemed so huge to such a little girl, he began to run towards the foes below.&nbsp; &nbsp; Tilliana sobbed as she watched him running further and further away.&nbsp; The wind seemed to stop and the valley melted away and her father continued to grow smaller and more distant.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; There was a growl behind her and Tilliana whirled.&nbsp; Not six inches from her face, one of the ghouls leered, its evil eyes glowing and its fangs evident.&nbsp; The stench of death was all around.&nbsp; There was a sword in Tilliana’a hand and she was in the basement of some building.&nbsp; She swung her sword at the monster, but her arms were too heavy and weak and her sword bounced harmlessly away.&nbsp; With a wicked laugh the ghoul sank its claws into her, its touch both burning and freezing. &nbsp; &nbsp; Tilliana cried out. </blockquote>

[QUOTE="Wicht, post: 259973, member: 221"] [b][u]Dreams[/u][/b] [i] The winter wind was cold, carrying with it bits of snow and ice. Veshema, full and low in the sky, reflected off of the dead grass and patches of snow, providing illumination for the drama unfolding in the valley below Tilliana. Three poor souls, no doubt driven by desperation and hunger, fled southwards. As they stumbled along, they fearfully looked back over their shoulders. One of the wretches stumbled. The one next to him stopped to help him up, glancing northward the whole while. The other did not stop moving, but he turned and watched the other two as he ran, gesturing the whole time. No words of his reached Tilliana’s ears, the wind blew too fiercely for that. But it was clear from his gestures and the frantic look on his face that he was urging them to press on. A cry echoed above the wind. It came from the north and it sounded like neither beast nor man. Shivers went down Tilliana’s spine and she clung all the more fiercely to her father. From the eaves of woods on the north end of the valley there emerged three more figures. They loped liked animals on all fours, but their shape was that of a man. The full moon reflected yellow off their cracked skin and their eyes glistened red. Though the air was freezing to the touch, they wore only rags. They stopped for a second and like dogs sniffed at the ground. Then with wicked glee they set off. There was no mistaking their intent. They were hunters and they scented their prey. “They are ghouls,” said Tilliana’s father as she trembled, “They are undead monstrosities and eaters of flesh. Their touch can cause the muscles of men to freeze and they delight in eating those that are still alive.” With gentle fingers he pried his daughter’s hands from his leg and began to move down the hill. “No Dadda,…don’t go again,…” sobbed the little girl, “Don’t leave me…” “I have to little one. It is why we are here. Do not fear, be brave and Naemae shall protect you.” And drawing his greatsword, that sword that seemed so huge to such a little girl, he began to run towards the foes below. Tilliana sobbed as she watched him running further and further away. The wind seemed to stop and the valley melted away and her father continued to grow smaller and more distant. There was a growl behind her and Tilliana whirled. Not six inches from her face, one of the ghouls leered, its evil eyes glowing and its fangs evident. The stench of death was all around. There was a sword in Tilliana’a hand and she was in the basement of some building. She swung her sword at the monster, but her arms were too heavy and weak and her sword bounced harmlessly away. With a wicked laugh the ghoul sank its claws into her, its touch both burning and freezing. Tilliana cried out. [/i] [/QUOTE]

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