Sleep was not easy last night as strange dreams flooded your mind, stirring you occasionally. There were visions of a gathering of the races of Iryulm around a colossal stone circle that sat on its side towering above the world. On the circle were etchings or runes (it was hard to make out clearly) and in the middle of the circle were three gargantuan beings (one elf, one human, one dwarf) standing on a stairway up to the stone circle. The beings looked to be speaking to the mass of elves, humans, and dwarves, but you could not hear their words in the silence of the dream world. The crowd though seemed to be enjoying the speech of all three.
As you watched, you could feel something pulling on your shoulder. As you turned to look, you could see a large group of drow, duergar, and illithid crouched low in the tall grass, watching just like you. Looking back to the group, you can see that none of them noticed the lurking beings armed to the tooth. One drow with red paint covering her face in a strange design of a spider, stands low above the others and begins signal her allies with hand signals. Many of the other drow and duegar nod and begin spreading out to encircle the unsuspecting few.
The group edges closer before holding just a moment to unsheathe weapons and knock bows before launching their full scale assault. As they rushed from bushes, you notice nothing made a sound even though the look on the faces looking as if they are screaming, and the blasts of fireballs were deafened. Your instinct lends you to reach for your weapon and aid one side or another, but as you grasp your side (or back) you realize there is no weapon there and you are wearing what you had on before you fell asleep. It was as if you were meant to only watch the happenings.
You turn back to see the slaughtering of the Sun Realm races as they were obviously not prepared for any fighting. In the crowd, you can make out the lone drow the red face paint hacking her way to the front where the much larger still gathered on the steps. With a flash of her blades, the drow ducked further into the far side of the crowd, and away from sight. On the steps, the dwarf looked to be shouting commands, while the human was fending off the few duergar and drow that had made their way so close with his bare hands, and the elf had begun casting spells.
You sit and watch as one by one, the humans and dwarves and elves are all downed with fatal wounds spilling their blood on the ground. You catch another flash of a blade and the fighting seems to come to an end. The crowd of Underdark natives begins to open a circle around the steps of the stone circle where the large human stand breathing heavily. You see the drow woman holding her blade in the air as the crowd thins leaving her to stand before the three alone. You can see her lips from this distance, but not a sound can be heard still as you watch. A cool rush comes over you, and as you look around, you can see the illithid moving and positioning in the tall grass.
When you turn back to the stone circle, you can see the dwarf moving down the steps with his hand on the human's shoulder ushering him out of the way. Flipping loose a strap on his side, the large dwarf brings forth an axe nearly as large as you and grips it tightly with two hands. You can see the crowd of the Underdark give out a cheer, and the drow female lowers her head to examine the foe before her in a sinister glare. The dwarf bounces twice on his heels, and looks to give out a loud cry before charging at the drow. The red face drow tenses her legs only slightly as the dwarf closes the gap between them and with a bright flash of light your world goes completely white.
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Your eyes flutter for a moment as the sun breaks through the darkness for the first time. The sun had begun its rise over the South East, but the humidity had been climbing long before that. A cool breeze came in from the sea and temporarily relieving you of the heat, even though it sends goose bumps up your arm. Thoughts of the dream flood your mind for an instant, and you can see the female drows painted face again as you close your eyes. Another cold chill stirs you in the midst of the morning sun, as if urging you to your feet for the day that lays ahead of you, this the 23rd day of June.
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