Tonight the group gathered at the Apple to make plans: tomorrow we travel west, to the great Stone Circle in the Wood. Afterward, Wynlynn dragged Val off to wherever they sleep, so I went to bed relatively early, and relatively sober, where slumber soon found me waiting.
Tymora holds out a coin, face up, and I see…
As we approach the cave, it begins to glow from inside, more brightly than any torch – as if Light were cast upon it. Two of our party rush ahead, anxious to discover the great treasure it must contain. I enter more slowly, stooping under a grass-covered out-crop that provides a porch before the cave entrance. From here, I can see what looks like a gentleman’s sitting room or office, with walls covered by portraits, tapestries, and shelves filled with curios and leather-bound volumes.
Yet even as I step inside to look more closely at these, I am pulled deeper into the cave. My feet, unwilling, follow my friends. I try to resist; I turn myself completely and continue walking, now toward the entrance again – still I am pulled deeper. Striding faster, my backward progress slows, but I begin to spin, first slowly, then faster, until I lose both balance and consciousness.
I wake in a cold sweat. The pulsing glow of Dagon’s Reach comforts me, and I choke back a cry. The staff had protected me from dreams, until now.
UNOMAHA D&D 