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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 8612729" data-attributes="member: 16069">Playa PlayaThe Diary of Nicholai Barbaros Kostyiev-Dear diary,It has been a truly strange and wonderful day.My fall, it seems, was only the first of many:The cave in which I found myself was fascinating, the ancient murals on the walls seemed to tell a tale of a great war raging in the distant past, observed from on high by a remote tribe.I only had a few hours to make notes however, as the clouds or mist at the corner of my vision began to spread, and again I found myself falling.I only stayed an hour or so in the next place, a true shame, for I have never seen it’s like before. Desolate rocky ground on all sides, the vast night sky stretching from horizon to horizon, and a lone structure, a tavern sitting surrounded by floating ships.I barely had time to take in all the sights, and found that not only could I not be seen or heard, I could only touch things with great effort. But far too soon the mist closed in again, dragging me to the next destination.I must admit, my entrance was even less dignified than usual, I recovered my senses only to see a giant dragon skull directly in front of me in the dark! I may have uttered a most embarrassing shriek, before realising that the beast was long dead. Thankfully nobody was around to hear me.At least, not at first; a few minutes later a hugely muscled, middle-aged man (with truly fabulous hair) barrelled into the room and began asking me questions. He seemed to think he was dreaming, and after a short conversation about the tomb, and much prodding to verify that I was real, he grabbed the beautiful sword embedded in the dragon skull and rushed off down a corridor shouting about ponies. Most peculiar.I followed and found him kneeling with tears in his eyes over the desiccated corpse of a horse, though how he knew it was there, or why he was so moved, I could not say. Before I could ask, I was whisked away to the next place, or possibly, as the large man said the next vision.The first thing I became aware of was music, and the swaying motion of a ship. Though I have never been to sea, the creaking of stressed wood and the roar of the waves made me certain.I found myself on the deck of a ship, a most unusual ship. Heavily decorated with bone, and wreathed in ghostly light, it moved through the storm with no apparent input from the crew.They were a strange lot, orcs marked with the symbols of Talos, the storm god. Unable to interact with them, I decided to go looking for the source of the music.In what appeared to be the captain's quarters I found a strange scene: a bard, sagging with exhaustion, serenading an undead being that appeared to be fused to the hull of the ship.It was here I was accosted by another ruffian, this one a swarthy, lean man with cold eyes.As before, he seemed to believe our situation to be a vision, and after satisfying himself that I knew little more than he (and verifying my solidity with another round of prodding), he ran off to explore the ship further. Both of these men seemed to be in a rush, I wonder if they were being dragged through multiple places as I was? I shall have to ask.I had begun to observe unsettling trends in these "visions"; each one was a more outlandish setting than the last, and the person I encountered more aggressive. I should therefore not have been surprised to find myself in what appeared to be the future and being threatened with fire magic by an incredibly tall cat-man. I suppose I should be grateful that he did not feel the need to prod at me with his clawed hands.It was hard to give him my full attention, however, as the storm-filled sky appeared to be shrouding a serpentine form, titanic, and apparently without beginning or end. A writhing mass of coils in the night sky.With little time to explore this strange world of smooth stone and glaring bright lights, we decided to follow two figures I had seen enter a low building, set into the rooftop upon which we stood.We found a group of goblins apparently engaged in some combination of business and leisure, and a strange pairing of an Elf and a female Duregar. The cat man seemed to know the two and continued trying to catch their attention until the vision faded once more.My final destination was quite different from the rest. As had become usual I was falling through swirling mist, but instead of waking in a strange new place I felt gentle hands catch me and place me upon my feet.What I saw there, dear diary, has changed my life forever. Before me stood the most graceful and beautiful being I have ever seen. A near palpable aura of restful calm filled her presence, and her voice was sweeter than any music written. She seemed puzzled, and a little amused, by my tale, and bid me wait, for she had business with another caller soon to arrive.I could have waited there, basking in her presence, forever.The visitor and the lady spoke of a number of things, but I must admit I caught little - save her name: Sehanine Moonbow.I have never felt such peace as I did in her gentle presence, such joy as when she accepted my offer of service.Even now it is a marvel, I feel her power upon me like a cool balm during a fever. I want nothing more than to serve and share this feeling with any who are in need.She charged me with aiding these strange few I met in our shared visions, to help them save the (or possibly their) world from destruction, and to the best of my ability I shall do so.Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are those of the author and do not reflect the official policy or position of the DM.</blockquote>

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