Faker, Faker, Poison Maker

On this night, we fall deep into the dream, as we fall deep in the caverns beneath Absalom. A filthy figure clad in black steps into frame, blood old and new caking his form, as he lips down the tunnel, blood-soaked dagger in hand...

Faker groans as the magical dagger vibrates, and rolls to the ground in time to avoid a black-feathered arrow, followed by the delighted cackle of a goblin. A voice carries alongside it, recognizable from previous dreams as the voice of Ricard Hatamash, Lord Commander of the Knights of Mystic Fire.

Ricard: “Kill him. The other one ran this way. Come.”

Faker scrambles to his feet, turning a corner as another arrow comes arcing by, and runs deeper into the dark. As his steps fade, so too does the dream, and we return to the light…