[IC] A Stolen Land

[DM Dougfan]

All is quiet.  Too quiet, in fact, to truly be the still night of the Kamelands.  The darkness thins out as a red sun rises to a certain point, and then seems to freeze in place.  Before you lies a plain of tall grasses unmarked by civilization.  This will change, if you have anything to say about it.  But something changes, as you watch Tushou stare off into the sunrise on his watch: he disappears.  Fades away in the dawn's light.  As Nexendia looks around, she can see the kobolds disappearing in a similar manner, followed by Happs, Andra, the priest and then, finally, the Twins.  She is alone, in a wilderness suddenly filled with life, color, and pristine natural beauty.  A shadow is cast over her that impossibly extends towards the sun.  Following it, she sees a strange figure towering over her from yards away.

   

The figure has green flesh and eyes, and a sparse outfit made of leaves that somehow stay together without any sort of binding.  She has all the beauty, grace and poise of an elder fey, but absolutely none of the usual tenderness in her eyes, which are quite flinty as she extends a finger towards Nexendia and says in a voice that sounds like a thousand building screams.

"Return that which was stolen from me!"

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Valdi jerks awake as Happs shakes him awake.  "Come on, wake up.  It's dawn and your turn on watch."

Looking around, Valdi can see that everyone is still there.  The priest and the kobolds snore gently in their slumber.  Nexendia, still not fully rested, meditates peacefully. Tushou is already returning to his bedroll as Andra remains sleeping nearby.  Vidar snores loudly nearby.  The dream had seemed so real...and yet so surreal.  What could it portend?

[First shift over...but nothing further will happen tonight.]