Campaign of the Month: October 2010

Wyrmshadow Campaign Setting

War is Hell - Through the Gates and Into Heaven

Derek Romano as Cade “Blindsight” Haarkoth
Greg Mann as Khulvos Hooftorn
Michael Graziano as Daegys Sahii
Christine Scott as T’Saira Behntrilo
Vincent Pecoraro as Elosian Sylvres

The Sounds of Chaos At Our Doorstep
With Darien Vale’s consent, and indeed, his active participation, Laurence entered Darien’s Inner Sanctum in order to seek out the divine influences left behind when Darien received his three divine tests. In so doing, Laurence hoped to discover a method of traversing the celestial barrier between Infernia and Arcadia. Within less than an hour, Laurence left Darien’s Inner Sanctum with the answers he sought. There was, indeed, a back door into heaven itself…
    As the roar of destruction echoed ever nearer the apartment building, Laurence told Leech to begin evacuating everyone he could find to the outer reaches of the city, promising to meet up with him as soon as his vital mission had been accomplished. That mission: to steal into Arcadia, retrieve from the God of Death a stolen Soul Sliver, and return it to its rightful place in the heart of Glyph, within Lord Niska’s mansion. Laurence gathered T’saira, Cade, Daegys, Elosian, and myself to his side, and with the guidance of the mute half-giant drum-mage, Zen, we made our way to the roof of the apartment building.
  • As we reached the open rooftop, Daegys shooed a few vagrant Ratlings down the stairs. Zen beat a muffled timpany in a thumping, heartbeat-like rhythm. I translated that to denote fear, or even dread. She was looking out over the horizon, and I could understand her sentiments. A nearly perfect line of darkness spread out before us, heading outward almost as far as the eye could see, with the left side bathed in the glow of battle fires, and the right side utterly devoid of all light. At this moment, it was like standing at the precipice of nothingness. It was simultaneously repulsive and hard to turn away from.
  • Laurence called us into a circle and told Zen to get downstairs and aid Leech and the others in their flight from the apartment. He then held out his arms and told us all to take hold of the hands of those nearest us. His left hand took T’saira’s right, her left-my right, and so on, until we had formed a circle among the six of us. He then closed his eyes and took a deep, inward breath. For a few, stunningly drawn-out moments, there was a perfect silence. And then, Laurence’s eyelids began to let loose thin wisps of smoke. As he opened his eyes ever so slightly, flames licked outward from within, and massive wings, with feathers seeming made of solid flame, sprang forth from his shoulder blades. A halo of smoke formed over his head as well.
  • It was at this point when I noticed the strange, pain-like sensation piercing through my hand as the energy Laurence… no… Wrath was generating travel into me, and then on into Cade, and so on. He spoke, and we could understand his words, but we couldn’t really hear them. It was more like we could feel them. He told us to hold on tightly, for our very lives, and we did.
  • As he swept his wings up, it felt like the entire apartment building crushed downward beneath our feet from the might of his wings’ upward thrust. Then, with even more ferocity and overwhelming power, Laurence’s wings pressed downward, and the six of us lifted upward from the rooftop and into the skies over Glyph. As we ascended, I felt the energy flowing through my hands in a rhythmic orbital pulse, like a heartbeat, and I felt my own pulse adjusting to beat in tandem with the divine energy coursing through my body. I have a problem with flying in general, even on airships, but this was a wholly unnerving experience for me. I was so distracted that T’saira had to shake my hand to get my attention.
  • She gestured downward, below our feet, where we had just passed through an otherwise imperceptible mystical threshold encompassing all of the city of Glyph in darkness. From above this threshold, we could make out the shape of the city, and see the extent of the zombie plague as it pushed outward from the center of the city. We could also see the armies of the Legion of Asmous a day’s march to the west. But what was most stunning to behold was the way in which the blue, glowing orbs that yet remained in the city seemed to… seemed to form images. Symbols. Glyphs. Runes… and it was at that moment when I looked to Laurence, and he met my gaze with a look of recognition and dread. The city was named Glyph for a reason, and that reason was a staggering thing to behold. Glyph was a massive Runometric equation.
  • I breathed deeply inward and closed my eyes. I found myself in my Inner Sanctum, alone with my thoughts, and able to consider all of the ways my life has changed since coming here. Laurence no longer considers himself to be Materian, but I do. He no longer considers himself a servant of the Gods, but I do. He has grown in one direction, and I in another. Where we go, we go united, but I cannot deny the conflict in my heart. I always imagined that I would find my way to Arcadia as all souls do, as a natural progression from one form of life to the next. Here, and now, I travel alongside the God of Hell, as his ally, and invade heaven uninvited. Now, I discover that the city under siege far beneath me, the city I have given my word to help protect, is a massive, spiraling message in a language not man nor god was meant to understand.
  • When I came away from the Inner Sanctum, I found that we arrived at a point in the skies over Infernia. This realm’s oddities have never ceased to astound me. I knew from my earlier studies that the lands were disc-shaped, and that a shimmering, reflective barrier surrounded the outer edges of the realm, heading skyward, above the clouds, and seeming to vanish beyond eyesight’s limits. I now know where those barriers encircling Infernia terminate. The realm is apparently cone-shaped, and we were heading toward the pinnacle of the barrier that separates this realm from the rest of reality.
  • Laurence told everyone to close their eyes and trust him. The words came not from his lips, but from within our minds. We all complied unquestioningly, and we felt a blistering heat surround us, followed immediately by an odd calm, and the cool touch of a hard floor at our feet. The energy flowing through us faded, and slowly, light crept through the thin membranes of our eyelids. I opened my eyes and saw us standing in a long, winding hallway with a transparent floor and no ceiling. The hallway was flanked by countless, seemingly identical doors on either side. Both ahead and behind us, the hallway contorted and flowed as if it was a snake in the grips of madness. Laurence took a breath, and a knee, and then opened his eyes. His wings faded away and he weakly got to his feet.
  • “Welcome to the Gates,” Laurence said. “From here we can reach any realm in existence. From here we will find our way into Arcadia, and take back what’s ours.”

The Gates of Existence
It was a disorienting sight to behold. I knew there was a realm called the Gates, but I never imagined it would look like this. It was apparent that this was no naturally-existing plane. Someone, or some thing, created this place specifically to give themselves all this access. There was no other explanation for such a phenomenon. We now tread down the long corridor of some far-ancient intention. I’ve never felt so small.
    T’saira brought our attention to a congregation of wispy, floating pinpoints of glowing light. They moved and flowed around one another. One of them paused at a door in the distance from the rest, winked out of existence, winked back into view, and they all moved toward us as we traveled through the corridor. We paused as the beautiful, seemingly harmless pinpoints of light commingled with us, between us, seeming to pause and regard us as well before continuing back the way we came from. Laurence shrugged. “Let’s keep moving. Whatever they are, they’re just as confused as we are.”Daegys asked Laurence how we would know what door we should take. Laurence said that when the time came, he would know. He told us to trust him, and we do. We all do.
  • As we walked, Elosian noted that all the doors, while at first seeming identical, had small distinguishing characteristics that were only perceptible when one stood poised to step through the door. One door looked as if it had a few small scratches on the keyhole. One had a green, pulsating light oozing from the edges of the door jamb. Just as I cautioned everyone to avoid even touching the doors, Elosian’s curiosity got the better of him. He knocked lightly on a door, then disappeared from sight. A few moments later, he reappeared, looking very confused and distraught. When Cade asked him what happened, he frantically answered, “Nothing! Nothing happened! I don’t want to talk about it!”
  • After a while, we all began to notice the loss our natural ability to perceive the passage of time. It could have been moments or decades since we came into this realm, and neither would come as a surprise. I felt old and young at the same time. Tired. We all were. The weight of all this was heavy on our shoulders. We were unprepared travelers through uncharted lands. Unchartable, really. I felt myself go mad, and I imagine it must be what a candle feels like when its flame is blown out. I hoped that once we arrived, these effects would subside, but I could not know for certain.
  • Laurence’s pace slowed and he moved with instinctual intent toward a door, taking its handle in hand. He paused and looked back toward us. He told us this was it. The door looked like any other. How could he know? His answer: he just knows. Good enough for me.
  • Before he turned the latch and opened the door, we glanced back the way we came and saw the pinpoints of light as they really were. They were us, moving forward in reverse. I smiled. If this is madness, I could get used to it. All my fears descended beneath my sudden appreciation for the beauty of this architecture, my love for the intricate, elegant details of our fragile reality. I felt warm. I felt at peace. I turned my head. Laurence had opened the door. That was it. All my doubts, all the weight, all the pains, the harshness of memory, the bitterness, the heartache, the madness, the confusion… all gone. So, this is what it is to tread into paradise.

Strangers in a Strange Land
We walked onto a large square of solid, polished stone flanked by great golden pillars and flowing sheets of white translucent silk. It was so bright. So warm. The air was sweet with the smell of wildflowers. However, as wonderful as it all was, I felt grounded by something. Anchored. It was Laurence. He was looking at me, concerned. I was enjoying this too much. I could tell he was concerned that my loyalty might waver here, and that I might forsake him. He was actually going to quite a bit of effort, keeping me from feeling fully the glory of Arcadia. He didn’t want me to be overwhelmed by it all. But was he protecting me, or holding me down? Perhaps, I thought, he needed to do one to do the other. I smiled at him and nodded. Despite it all, I trusted Laurence Van Drake.
    Stretching out before us was a gleaming landscape of lush, emerald, tree-lined hills, softly swaying valleys of heather, tall grasses, and cat-tails. Shimmering waterfalls cascaded down pure white cliffs seemingly made of clouds and innocence. There was music on the wind. I noticed several shapes in the sky. Birds in flight. No. Angels. Blissful, oblivious, and perfect.
  • Laurence stepped to the edge of the stone platform, where a set of carved marble tile steps rose from the surface below. Bright green and yellow mosses grew in the cracks between the tiles. I knelt to feel the moss, for some reason I could not quantify. It was moist and cool, soothing. This is what these fortunate souls enjoyed every day of their lives! I looked to Laurence, my smile wide, and I saw him grimacing down to me. He looked toward Daegys, Cade, Tsaira, and Elosian. They were not enamored, as was I. They had a far different perspective. They looked at this blissful paradise and saw everything their world lacks; everything, in great excess, that Infernians are denied. Infernal souls don’t go here. Their family, their friends, await them not among these gentle hills and sweet song-filled breezes. I understood. Suddenly. This was paradise for some, but not for them. For them, Arcadia was pure, boastful decadence.
  • We heard a gasp from the bottom step. An angel came to a stop and held her hands to her lips, gazing up to us as the ball she chased bounced to Daegys’s feet. Daegys knelt to take the ball in his hand and regard it. It was a toy. He had never seen one before. I called down to the angel not to be afraid, but she trembled and let out a terrified shriek, flying off to hide behind her friends. Laurence took a step in front of us and held out his arms. He told us to take no action, and to show no fear. I didn’t know what he meant, at least not until they Archangels came.
  • Two powerful archangels flew like bolts of golden lightning from a great, radiant palace in the distance, coming to a hover over us. They were enormous, with great armored wings, halos of fire, and blazing greatswords drawn for battle. More were coming, and I concentrated on Laurence’s words. Take no action. Show no fear.
  • As their numbers dwarfed ours, the shadow of these archangels of Justice blotted out the light of the sky. Then, we could feel an intense energy moving outward from Laurence. His skin steamed. His brow furrowed. Smoke rose from his eyes, and his hair flashed outward and seemed to ignite. He clenched his fists as the first two archangels approached to strike at him. He caught one of their blades in his left hand, letting out a furious shout that unleashed a thunder across all of Arcadia. His wings and halo appeared, his armor darkening, and a wave of power pushed outward from him, causing all the archangels to collapse backward from him and crash clumsily into the countryside. As this happened, the archangels seemed to change. They were smaller, now. Not as awesome or intimidating. The illusion of their superiority was stripped away. I wasn’t afraid of them anymore. But Laurence? Him, I feared.
  • One of the archangels recovered quite quickly, rolling back onto his feet, igniting the holy flames of his greatsword anew, and dashing toward Laurence once again. Laurence drew his own sword, the Holy Flame of Greenmeadow, and held the hilt up to his eyes, gazing over the quillons, and saw the look of mortified recognition coming over the archangel’s face. “You know this blade,” Laurence said. “Now, go and tell its former owner, Justice, that I seek him.” As the angel shook in his boots, nodded, and flew off toward the radiant palace from whence he came, the other archangels gathered in a tight semicircular formation around us. They wouldn’t close on us, though. They feared him. They feared Wrath.
  • T’saira stepped forward to stand next to Laurence. She said something to him, and he answered with a slight smile. I didn’t hear what she said, but her growing affection for Laurence has not gone without notice. She backed up slightly as a column of white light beamed upward from the palace. The column bent in the air and came to a crashing halt in front of us, a dazzling flash of lightning pushing back against us. Laurence’s hands went out, and he tried his best to shield us from the blast of holy energy. Still, we stumbled backward and struggled to stay afoot.
  • The light faded, slightly, and we beheld the God of Justice, Draconius. We had to divert our eyes from his magnificence. Then, he spoke, and his voice resounded so that our hearts skipped and our throats tightened.

“Laurence,” he said. “What has become of you?”

“Laurence Van Drake is no more. Just as Drogyn became Draconius, I am Wrath.”

“Very well… Wrath… what is the meaning of this? How have you come here, and why did you bring them?” He pointed a finger at us, and it felt as if we were being crushed under the weight of the world. Laurence answered by stepping in front of us.

“They have been wronged,” Laurence said. “I am here seeking Justice.”

“There is no Justice in hell,” Draconius said. Laurence bristled.

“I am here to correct that mistake,” Laurence replied. Draconius moved back from Laurence slightly. Intimidated? No. More likely perplexed. Perhaps intrigued.

“Very well, hell-god,” Draconius said, folding his arms tersely. “How have these… people… been wronged?”

“You sent the son of Death into our realm…”

“To help you, Laurence,” Draconius exclaimed. “We sent Borgamat, Darien, and Maerlyn to collect S’zeves and then aid you!”

“That may have been your intention, Draconius, but you know how good intentions often turn out for you.” These words wounded Draconius. Even I could tell that he was uncomfortable at the mention of Drogyn Martok’s early mistakes.

”...go on.”

“You sent Darien with three tests in mind. You kept the nature of these tests secret, even from one another. Why,” Laurence asked. The angels surrounding Draconius looked uneasy.

“Darien’s worthiness needed an impartial test. We agreed that in order to judge him fairly, each of us should have our own method of determining his worth. So, we devised individual tests…,” Draconius looked to his left, as another of the three gods was approaching. Appearing as a giant bear with massive wings, Rys, the God of Nature was flanked by dozens of his own archangels.

“It was Veil,” Rys said. “I am guessing that his test was at cause for Laurence’s intrusion into Arcadia. Laurence nodded.

“Lau… Wrath, may I look into your memories,” Draconius asked. “I want to know what could cause you to so severely break the bonds of our covenant.”

“You may,” Laurence said. “But until there is Justice for MY people, our covenant cannot have meaning, Draconius.”

Draconius looked into Laurence’s memories and saw what happened in Infernia. He saw the theft of the Soul Sliver, the awakening of the dead, and the impending doom of all the living peoples of Infernia. He didn’t linger on these memories. He took a glance, shook his head, and sighed. He saw enough.

“Veil had no right to that sliver, Draconius,” Laurence said. “And his theft of it shall spell the doom of Infernia unless it is returned to our possession.”

“Veil! Come and face Justice,” Draconius shouted. From the distance, a wailing torrent of black energy soared skyward and came down, like a million ravens made of dark energy, to converge and form the wraith-like appearance of Veil, the god of Death.

“So,” Veil said to Justice, “The man who went into hell as a hero of his people now invades Arcadia, forsaking his people, abandoning his vows, and crying for the enemies of all peace in Wyrmshadow?”

“You had no right,” Laurence said, his power growing intense. His armor grew bladed edges, his wings sprouted barbs of flame, and he stomped on the ground so hard that the sky quaked and several nearby trees were felled.

“What of the rights of all those that have been wronged by Infernia throughout five-thousand centuries,” Veil said, unimpressed with Wrath’s bravado. “How many times are we to watch as denizens of Infernia endanger our world? How many times have Infernians been responsible for the mass extinction of entire races? Ask a high elf, Laurence. You can’t. They are extinct. Ask a gnome. You can’t. They had to escape the curse of Infernia by forsaking their very mortality and encasing themselves in false corpora, You came seeking Justice, Laurence? Gaze into mine works and marvel, young hell-god, for I brought Justice to your doorstep.”

“Not…” Laurence stepped forward, grinding his teeth, sending waves of energy outward with every breath, every gesture. ”...your…” Draconius slowly moved his hand to the hilt of his sword. Rys leaned backward slightly and held a great paw in front of his archangels. Veil’s prideful sneer faded a bit into a vague look of concern. ”...RIGHT!” Laurence smacked Veil in the face with his open palm. The force of the strike was so powerful that it cracked the stone ground at our feet and caused all but the gods themselves to fall over. Veil stumbled back from the force of the strike, more in shock than in pain, and felt his cheek with his hand. Fury grew across his face, and in a flash, black lightning coursed from his fingertips to form the shape of an enormous scythe. Just as he was about to strike at Wrath (who stood ready to take the attack), Draconius and Rys both got between the two gods. Veil stopped short of slashing Draconius across the chest, his black lightning scythe disintegrating as it neared the god of Justice.

“Draconius,” Veil said. “I thought you, of all…”

“No,” Draconius said. “No, brother. Wrath’s words are true. Justice is mine. You had no more right to commit genocide than Asmous the Foul. You are better than that.”

”...,” Veil was dumbfounded. His look was one of confused anger. “Rys, you have to…”

“Give back what was taken from them, Veil,” Rys demanded.

“No,” Veil said, and his archangels flanked around him. “Never.”

“Veil,” Draconius said in a gentler tone, “you would risk another war over this?”

“Yes,” Veil said. “I damn well would. Something has to give, Drogyn. Infernia can’t threaten Materia anymore. We can’t continue…”

“What if I could guarantee that,” Laurence asked. Draconius, Rys, and Veil all looked at him.


“What if I could promise that Infernia would never again interfere with Materia?”

“You’re bluffing,” Veil said.

“I will kill Asmous the Foul,” Laurence said. Everyone was shocked by the very idea of it. “I will kill him, dismantle his Legion, and free the people of Infernia from his tyrannical rule. Without Asmous, there would be no threat from Infernia. Would this satisfy you, Veil?”

“Certainly,” Veil smirked. “If you could do it. But you and I both know you cannot make good on this, Laurence.”

“Wrath. And leave the details to me. Give me back the sliver, and in return, I will destroy Asmous and institute a policy of non-interference between Infernia and Materia.” Veil looked to Draconius and Rys, after a few tense moments, he looked to Laurence again.

“Very well, Wrath,” Veil said, reaching into the folds of his robes and producing a black orb, within which we could barely make out the presence of the stolen sliver. “You have one year to destroy Asmous the Foul. After that, I am within my rights to declare holy war on you, your realm and anyone who stands with you.” He glared at Draconius and Rys. “Anyone.”

    Veil left us, and once he fully disappeared over the horizon, the atmosphere changed dramatically. I still could not get over the sight of Laurence Van Drake physically striking the god of Death. Coming to terms with the deal Laurence just made, with the fact that we had just one year to kill the most powerful being in Infernia, perhaps even the most powerful being in all of existence, was difficult to say the least…
  • Rys asked how Laurence found his way into Infernia, and Laurence revealed that he learned of the hidden passage into the Gates by communing with the lingering essence of Draconius that remained within the mind of Darien Vale. When Rys asked how Laurence was able to manage such a thing, I came into the discussion. I explained, in brief, that I gave Laurence access to Darien’s Inner Sanctum, and from there, Laurence was able to gain knowledge of the passage.
  • Draconius revealed that the secret passage was created by previous iterations of the three elder gods in order to facilitate the surreptitious comings and goings of an Arcadian agent. It was revealed that this agent had both angelic and demonic lineage, the only half-angelic/half-demonic creature to ever exist, and perhaps the last. This agent was charged with the duty of planting a mana tree in Infernia, right where the city of Glyph now stands. In planting this mana tree, they hoped to give Infernians an alternative source of power, mana, as opposed to the aether that Asmous the Foul provided to his loyal minions. In this way, they would grant the enemies of Asmous the power they would need to rise up, and create an incentive for more Infernians to turn against the Legion of Asmous.
  • Their agent suddenly disappeared, however, and soon, news reached Arcadia that his plots were discovered by Asmous, and that he had been “dealt with.” It was at this point when Draconius revealed to us that this agent was none other than Niska himself! After a bit of expository discussion, Draconius revealed even more startling facts to us about Niska. Niska had two children of his own. One of these children was sent to live with the Idrahli humans of Materia, the other placed in the care of the Pyleans in Infernia. The Materian child grew to become to patriarch of the Vondroghn Clan, which would later be renamed the Van Drakes. The Infernian child would grow to become the great and legendary hero of Pylea, the Groosalugg. So it was that we learned the reason for Laurence’s ascent to godhood in Infernia. He was descended from Niska, who was both angelic and demonic. When he went into Infernia, he was returning to the source of his family’s hidden power, and the more time he spent there, the closer he came to becoming what he was always destined to become.
  • Even as we struggled to come to terms with those startling revelations, Rys expressed confusion over the nature of soul slivers. He knew that the souls of Infernians were destroyed after the body died, but he did not know that fragments of these souls lingered onward thereafter. Daegys held the sliver of his sister up for Rys to examine. Daegys asked if there was anything that could be done for her, even if not to make her whole again, just to make her happy. Rys said he could promise nothing, but that given time, anything was possible. Daegys let his sister’s sliver slip from his wrist, and he watched with growing hope as it wriggled around, hopped into the flowing grasses, and immediately began to frolic and play as she did back in Cylia’s sanctuary at the Standing Stones.
  • Rys then went about examining the sliver that Veil stole, the catalyst of the zombie invasion, and the reason for Laurence’s incursion into Arcadia. After explaining that Glyph was a massive runometric equation, Draconius said that he wished to consult with Melchior Martok, the world’s foremost authority on Runometry. He made his descent and return in an imperceptible instant, returning with Melchior Martok, who seemed wholly used to such journeys as this. Melchior explained that due to the existence of aether, Niska must have needed to use Runometry to create a safe area to plant the mana tree. The equation pre-existed the city, which was built around the glowing orbs. Whatever happened to Niska, which rendered him into the vampiric monster he became, created the zone of darkness around the city.
  • A mana tree creates energy and life from nothingness. The only remaining mana tree on Materia is the one in Sud Ilras, but once, there were thousands like it, with the greatest of them, Yggdrasil, planted at the center of the lands of the Nasnoi, Nas’Nos. Niska planted the tree, and it began the process of drawing life to the lifeless lands surrounding it, producing mana under the protection of the glyph equation. But then, something must have gone wrong. The dead of Glyph were reanimating because the equation meant to protect the mana tree was corrupted. This sliver was at the heart of where the mana tree once stood, right where Lord Niska, the wretch that was once meant to be the savior of Infernia. Now, with the equation being destroyed by the zombies, simply returning the sliver to its perch would not suffice.
  • In examining the sliver, Rys realized that it was a part of Niska’s soul! It represented his conscience. Niska used runometry to create the equation, and if we could somehow return his conscince to him, we may be able to get him to repair the damage and stop the zombie apocalypse from spreading outside of the city. But would that really work? And how would we even be able to restore a sliver to the rest of Niska’s fractured soul? Melchior had no answers. Daegys suggested that Cylia might be able to figure it out, as the person most familiar with slivers in all of Infernia.
  • A few other ideas began to percolate among us. If we could not save Glyph, how could we ever possibly expect to succeed in our quest to destroy Asmous the Foul? Did Cylia’s sanctuary have anything to do with Niska’s failed mana-tree? Elosian brought to light his bewilderment that he is related to Laurence. The fact that Laurence turned out to be the Sylvres (the foretold savior of Infernia) was no longer so difficult to understand.

The Dust Settles

This was the most overwhelming day of my life. Now, at least, we had direction. We made a deal to kill Asmous the Foul within a year in exchange for the freedom to decide our own destiny without interference from Veil. Laurence proved, as if he had to, that he was indeed a god worthy of standing alongside Draconius, Veil, and Rys. And speaking of Rys… maybe this is the chance I have been hoping for…

The chance to, once and for all, commune directly with the god that saved me from my monstrous past and set me on the path to peace.

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Chapter 1: The Dreamers in… Hellbound
Chapter 2: The Dreamers in… Life In The Cauldron
Chapter 3: The Dreamers in… The Waking Nightmare
Chapter 4: The Dreamers
Chapter 5: The Dreamers in… Escaping The Cauldron
Chapter 6: The Dreamers in… Wrath of the Beholder
Chapter 7: The Dreamers in… Hounds of Hell
Chapter 8: The Dreamers in… Hideous Laughter
Chapter 9: The Dreamers in… The Tomb of Caenus Graymane
Chapter 10: The Dreamers in… Allure of the Wispwaters
Chapter 11: The Dreamers in… Goodbye, Impy
Chapter 12: The Dreamers in… Sole Survivor
Chapter 13: The Dreamers in… The Iron Fist
Chapter 14: The Dreamers in… Battle at the Ancient Wall
Chapter 15: The Dreamers in… The Long, Hard Road
Chapter 16: The Dreamers in… Hunted
Chapter 17: The Dreamers in… On Fields of Ancient Dead
Chapter 18: The Dreamers in… The Woods of Woe
Chapter 19: The Dreamers in… Divine Intervention
Chapter 20: The Dreamers in… The Standing Stones
Chapter 21: The Dreamers in… Cherished Memories
Chapter 22: The Dreamers in… Hero of the Night Sword
Chapter 23: The Dreamers in… Well of Slivered Souls
Chapter 24: The Dreamers in… Dreams of a Lost World
Chapter 25: The Dreamers in… What Might Have Been (Part 1 of 2)
Chapter 26: The Dreamers in… What Might Have Been (Part 2 of 2)
Chapter 27: The Dreamers in… Shimekiri Sankatte (Part 1 of 2)
Chapter 28: The Dreamers in… Shimekiri Sankatte (Part 2 of 2)
Chapter 29: The Dreamers in… A Long Black Day
Chapter 30: The Dreamers in… No Justice In Hell
Chapter 31: The Dreamers in… The Soothsayer’s Tower
Chapter 32: The Dreamers in… Harrowing Revelations
Chapter 33: The Dreamers in… Tonight We Dine In Hell
Chapter 34: The Dreamers in… The Dead Rise To Claim Us
Chapter 35: The Dreamers in… Wrath
Chapter 36: The Dreamers in… Shadows in the Distance
Chapter 37: The Dreamers in… Through the Gates and Into Heaven



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