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Message: <blockquote data-quote="81Dagon" data-source="post: 6189463" data-attributes="member: 78724">[sblock=occ]The rededication has made the shrine a safe place, so I'm going to move us along to try and get the pace back up and running again. [/sblock]Calloh’s sleep takes him to a crowded bar, full of patrons who listen to every word he says. “How could you be so bold,” asks a blonde halfling woman, “to sing such a song to Torag? You must be brave beyond words!""Of course he his," says elven redhead, "Who but the bravest could have survived the Stormlord's assault?""Let us toast to our brave, for he has won our attention and our hearts," declares a third woman, a raven haired human as she leans in to steal kiss. Her breath is burning like a fire as she whispers only for Calloh to hear. "Brave or foolish perhaps? It doesn't matter. You will come to me either way, to sing songs until the end or your days." As the dark haired woman finishes speaking, she slams two molten hot knives into Calloh's hands, pinning them to the table. Just as he feels like he is about to be overwhelmed, everyone in the room disappears. That is, all except for one man, holding a tankard of beer. “Looks like you got some more attention than you planned. I guess you’re getting yourself into a real pickle, although I look forwards to seeing how it ends. A word for the wise though; sometimes you’ve got to find friends, even where you’d rather not. Think on that.” The knives disappear and Calloh awakens. *****Medjai dreams of flowers of holy light, but as they blossom, clouds gather overhead and  worms crawl up around him from beneath. He hears chanting, half-remembered words all around him, making his skin crawl... literally. The worms dig in and warp his body, rusting his armor away and tearing at the flesh to reveal a new skin of green-black iron below, writhing in insane ways. “You are coming home to us fledgling... the demons are bringing you home.”The chanting completely fills Medjai’s ears as he collapses into darkness, then awakens. *****Luna is floating in her dreams. On the barren land below, she hears someone speaking to her.“Looks like a storm’s coming Missy... although I don’t think you can do anything about it given current predicament.”She looks up and sees that dark, evil looking thunderstorms are indeed gathering above  her head. She also realizes that he is not floating, but bound spread eagle to massive iron pole. Through the mist, she can see hundreds, if not thousands of other poles rising from the ground, all blackened by the “Yup, doom’s a comin’ for us all. Best jump ship right now, cause the Stormlord’s going to get yah either way.” She can almost see the speaker, it looks like he’s an elderly dwarf. “Let me tell you sweetheart. It’s much to offer yourself to him willingly rather than make take what he is owed from you.” Luna wakens just as the smell of ozone fills her nose and thunder fills her ears. *****Hannah dreams of a brown-hair human woman that she has seen before in the company of Aravashnial. “Did you think he’d look at you,” she asks. “What is it that you could have offered him? You’re young and unskilled, not the stuff of legends. He just doesn’t what to scare you because he’s soft, but he knows you are going to die in the darkness. The world’s coming undone and you’re just a fledgling trying to help a bird with a broken wing fly.”She looks Hannah with a furious glare. “At least pray for a quick death to whomever you send your prayers to. You’re not a Riftwarden, but no one deserves a slow death in the Worldwound."The words ring in the darkness as the dream-ground opens up again and swallows Hannah, before hundreds of blood, decapitated dragon heads piled down around her, leaving the taste of blood to wake her up. *****Once he is relieved of the watch, Jorgun dreams of the city above and its destruction. Massive stone beasts, the size of the greatest towers, loom over the city walls. They smash through ramparts and crush buildings underfoot. They mock the inquistetor’s arrows as he fires them uselessly against their granite hides. “If you want true power, shouldn’t you be drinking blood from your father’s skull,” the lead beast asks mockingly. “Or perhaps you would rather blood of your god?” With a laugh, the creature opens its clenched fist and reveals a massive moose’s skull filled with blood. “Drink up fleshling! I am sure it is all the same to you in the end.”Jorgun can still hear their laughter in his ears when he awakes. [ATTACH]59084[/ATTACH]******Despite your various dreams, everyone seems rested as they awake. There were a few giant vermin who buzzed past the cave while you rested, but nothing came towards the shrine.</blockquote>

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