Redness filled Zysle’s dream.
Out of the red mists a face entered his dream. Horrific and vaguely female, the creature had fiery red eyes, unsightly wings, and long muscular arms ending in long curved talons, which were covered in dark ichors. The strangely attractive creature pursed her lips, blew the sleeping Draith a kiss, and simply hissed, “Pleasant dreams, old fellow! How do you like these?”
The she-beast revealed long curvaceous legs.
“Who…what are you? Why do you invade my sleep?” Zysle asked.
Hearing one’s dreams and responding…
Speaking and hearing one’s dreams respond…
“My, you’re a simple ****!” the voice clamored.
“Rudeness! Why am I talking to you when I am sleeping? You are a sorceress, aren’t you? Though I cannot challenge you, I call you a coward! Face me when I can fight!” Zysle responded defiantly.
“Calm down! Calm down! Calm down, you son-of-a *****! I’ll kick your *** anytime, anywhere! But that’s not my purpose in being in your dreams. Is this picture easier for your simple mind?” the she-beast asked vehemently.
She changed to the precise image of Zysle’s long dead mate Loratideen. Every detail was accurate all the way to the individual strands of her hair.
As he slept, Zysle perspired heavily and moaned plaintively.
“You defile the memory of my mate. She fell to a giant’s club. My scouts are my life now. If you seek to influence me, find a way to advance their efforts,” his sleeping mind replied.
“You opine over your lost love. Pure ***** heat, that’s all she felt for you. Suffer as much as you will, *******!” she uttered disdainfully.
“Draiths are governed by commitment, not passion, harlot! Face me and say such things!” Zysle growled.
“You tempt me, old timer. I’ll give you that. At least you have some fight left in you. Our paths will not lead to battle, but I’ll do as you want and help your scouts. You’re not ready for everything that’s in the little bag. I’m taking the red and blue stone tiles and Fire Magick tome. But I’m leaving the black rod and stone of Ooranth. From one comes many. Tap the stone with the rod and say ‘Gorge dub you bush.’ You may keep the little glass orb that you fancied. It will save you from Magick. Just don’t drop and break it! I’ll also leave you a personal present. You’ll find my gift when you awaken,” the image answered in Loratideen’s voice. Quirk of Magick… the black rod’s command changed along with ownership. Intentional omission… the Dreamraider omitted many features of the powerful artifact.
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