Urgesh, the half-orc barbarian awoke from a deep slumber and related the following dream to the rest of Tienarth’s Raiders. Subsequently, a goblin mage who’d overheard the tale composed a short, one-man play performed for the other campers at the homestead. The narrator is a spirit sprinkling magical dust over the slumbering barbarian as he dictates the dream.
You dream, Urgesh, of a vast, moonlit plain, a landscape of gnarled trees and jagged rocks, their shadows stretching long and ominous under the pale luminescence of the night sky. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a scent that stirs within you a primal unease, a sense of something ancient and malevolent lurking just beyond the reach of your vision.
Suddenly, a shaft of light pierces the darkness, a beam of pure, radiant energy that descends from the heavens like a celestial beacon. Drawn by its otherworldly radiance, you find yourself drawn towards the light, your footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night.
As you approach the source of the light, you discern a towering structure, a monolithic edifice of glass and steel that rises from the earth like a crystalline spire. Its surface gleams with an otherworldly sheen, reflecting the moonlight in a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow.
At the heart of this enigmatic structure lies a chamber protecting a transparent enclosure bathed in the same ethereal light that drew you here. Within this glass and metal tube, suspended in a state of ageless slumber, lies a woman, her beauty as captivating as the light that surrounds her.
Her skin is as white as the purest snow, her hair a cascade of golden strands that shimmer like spun sunlight. Her lips are parted in a soft, serene smile, her eyes closed as if in a deep, dreamless sleep.
As you gaze upon her, a strange sensation washes over you, a mix of awe and longing, of curiosity and trepidation. You feel an overwhelming urge to protect her, to shield her from the harsh realities of the world.In that moment, you understand that this woman is not merely a vision, but a beacon of hope in a world teetering on the brink of darkness. She is the embodiment of all that is good and pure, a symbol of the potential for beauty and harmony that still exists within the human spirit.
And you, Urgesh, the half-orc barbarian, the creature of instinct and raw power, you are the chosen one, tasked with awakening this sleeping beauty and leading her back into the light. The fate of the world rests upon your broad shoulders, the burden of hope upon your savage heart.
Awaken, Urgesh, from this dreamscape, and step into your destiny. The world awaits your arrival, the lady in the tube yearns for your touch. Let your strength be her shield, your courage her guide, and your unwavering loyalty her protector. Together, you shall bring light into the darkness, hope into despair, and beauty into a world that has forgotten its own.
Urgesh’s Dream