Dream 1 (Bain)

You dream. When you awake, you have trouble recalling it. You’re alone in the dark, but you know you’re being watched. Figures made of smoke drift at the edge of sight. They whisper words of power to you, of secrets long dead. Their eyes gleam like tiny moons. There is the taste of blood in the air.

Dream 1 (Bain)

Ask Not For Whom the Bell Tolls Vecna Vecna