Bannor

Bannor staggered from combat, he'd been jumped by a Sage and a Lich and had barely survived the encounter. Still, he was alive. Scanning around for more danger and detecting nothing he moved from the temple and headed towards the Healing Wound Inn to heal his wounds. "Die Bannor! Die!" the two shouted as they materialised out of thin air, their blows rained down, unrelenting in their hate and Bannor weakened, fell, died.. 

A strange dream

....... There is no sun, no moon, no wind to blow cool my burning flesh, no birds sing, no people work, nor exist, just shadows, and my mind.... The flames die, and the ice melts, An explosion ripples through blinding me, No screams fall upon my ears.... Yet the faceless one screams..... Does he?.... The world rocks about me, yet I know I sleep, Why can I not wake?...... I can feel it, the heat, the intensity of the end, or even the beginning, time has no hold here... ..... I cant breathe, I choke, suddenly I remember I do not breathe, tendrils of darkness, stretch forth, trying to claw at me, claim a peace of my mind, my sanity... I'm strong, I'm true, and ..... I can see..... Not the sun, nor the moon, nor the birds that do not sing, But the future, my future.... Yes, I understand now.... Time has no hold in this place... In the place of dreams.. I see.... Its time for me to wake up now, this plane is no place for me... 

Seline's journal pg 18

Mystra forgive us Danthor heard the story...went and got a bunch of gems and gave them to me. then after he left it seems...from what he told me...I placed them in the sides of this..thing..and now a single ring shows on the top along with the 3 daggers and 3 lightning bolts..it looks just like the thing in my dream. Danthor took me to show it to me..and I tried to pry the gems loose..hoping I could turn it off..but to no avail... Simbul says perhaps this is the reason for my being brought to this world..to find this..so it could be used..but Mystra this thing SCARES me!!! 

Seline's journal pg 17

3rd of Alturiak 1270 (WD) *written in a shaky hand* Journal, has been some time. yet I fear for the next entry if there is even one. I have been having some disturbing dreams recently. Centered around an altar. We..I or so I was told found it..buried in the muck under a waterfall in the clan hall. Simbul and Danthor were with me. and they told me afterwards I was like one possessed, going to the bank, digging it out with my bare hands - left my fingers bloody stumps and then passing out.Fortunately, Simbul had the healers fix my hands shortly after I recovered. What this thing, this altar is for..I don't know. but after whatever that was took control of me like that I don't want anything to do with it. Danthor is bound and determined however to figure it out and Simbul is trying to find out some history on this place, or what it might be.

Seline's dream continued

An annual celebration of some religious sort at a simple shrine - church by a lake A wooden pedestal basin is the Main attraction (curious, fresh yellow wood for such an ..old altar/ basin) A young 20-30ish lady in a plain robe approaches the "altar" (her?) and (hears) "It is an old alter and has been covered to prevent the old worshippers from finding it" (Did someone say this, or is it her mind telling this?) The woman touches the leading edge of the basin and somehow the boards come loose easily in her hands, others standing by curiously yet neither helping or stopping her until she has revealed a stone pillar about 4' in height with a shallow depression in the top of it. The lady reaches in her pocket and pulls out a handful of pebbles, each one different. "They have to be placed in the support, someone find some other stones to hold them in place' she says. 3 daggers are eteched one third of the way around, 3 lightning bolts the next third, and the center of the third furthest away she doesn't notice anything but feels 3 circles are somehow involved. Then all goes dark again Seline awakes wondering "What does this all mean"? 

*A dream*

*Detached she watches the young girl (herself??) Sitting by the side of a river at the edge of a vast lake in a lush forest glade. * "The time is coming for much change Ea.." She hears a young man mention a name (is he talking to her?) "All is a cycle, but know this, I will always love you." The young girl turns and sees him, wondering "What is he talking about ?" In, his hand are a number of different stones, he separates 3 and puts them in his other hand, then closes it When he opens it there is a plain silver ring in it. Bemused, she watches as this is done again,then one more time. 'One for you, one for me, and one for Eternity" he says as he give her one of the rings. She doesn't see what he does with the other rings but somehow feels he has pushed one into the riverbank. "What do you mean Mae"..(His name she speaks yet she has no feelings for him) He sighs and turns to the river again. The sky grows dark till all she can see is him or the river. She knows the wind has risen to a storm like fury, the river now churns, washing branches from (?) the lake. A woman's body washes up, momentarily, swollen with child, silently she gives birth to a bleach white pillow shaped object, then her body continues down the river trailing blood.. She turns to look alongside the man. The young girl (her) is gone now. But a large female baby is sitting there, with the remnants of the casing at its feet. (Is the baby overly large, or just the center of her focus??) Dimly she realizes the man is gone too. Then all goes dark.

A Sacred Quest

A lone figure leans against one of the beams at the docks, it's features hidden by it's cloaks hood as it gazed over the sea at the rising sun. Thoughtfully, it replayed a eariler conversation repeatably, barely noticing the change in heat. "We believe the artifact to be destroyed, and if not destroyed... we believe it is better left where it lays." "Then you shall not help?" The woman inside his mind shaked her head. "Are you expecting me to just give up?" "We of course, would not stop you if decided to continue following it." As the sun began to set over the beautiful sea waters the figure finally rose. He tucked away a parchment he had written as many thoughts travelled his mind, and sighed through grit teeth. Feelings of sadness washed over him as he turned and began walking down the dockway, these feelings not new to him Simple human emotions, most common those of missing. As he finally reached the end and replaced his footing onto solid ground he wore a slender smile, his hood falling back. "Both good and bad exist within one at any given time". Was a saying common to him, his fathers saying. `If this shall be my final performance, then let me make it a grand show, never to be forgotten by the heavens.' He thought.