Using the last bits of day time to your advantage you set out to exercise the day away,
after around twenty minutes of trying to do situps and several times smashing your face against the floor while running you give up. Making your way up the stairs with rapidly growing bruises and a bloody nose you find yourself collapsing onto your bed in no time, only remembering to grab the dream knife before falling asleep. After several seconds you fall completely asleep expecting to drift into your own dreams, but after a moment you find your totally aware of the fact your asleep, and the fact that you are not dreaming but whoever your visiting is.
Looking out from the top of a wooden tower over a collection of houses, stores, smithies, and the like that you know to be the town nearby, how you know your unsure of but you know it all the same. In the center of the town a few dozen people stand huddled in groups with a couple of the younger males holding improvised spears, wood axes, or rusty swords as they looked down the four main roads leading to them. Looking down the roads you see grey skinned creatures, their sharp pointed ears quivering for any sound of their prey, their blood red eyes searching the street greedily, and their small figures bent forward running along the streets on all fours with their weapons in misshapen claws or strapped to their backs.
'Goblins.' You mumble as you watch them, the dream dagger clutched tightly in hand, as the goblins close on the people you see a massive figure clad in black, and pale grey leather step out from the side of a house. Towering a little over the roofs of the one story houses the figure steps up to the edge of the courtyard and his voice, like metal raking against stone, carried to you on some unseen wind,
'Give me the onessss I ssssseek and the ressst of you will live to sssee another day. If you refussse then you will all die and I will take the onesss I want.With that it turned, directly towards you, and for a second a you could feel its eyes boring into you, wanting to devour you before the entire dream disappeared and you drifted into normal sleep. Waking up with a shudder you jolt awake, sweat covering your face, and the knife coming up as if to strike an intruder. Shaking yourself slightly you crawl out bled and drop the dream dagger onto our bedside table. Looking out the window you see the sun coming up and think,
'What to do today?'Stats
HP - 8/8
MP - 10/10
Gold - 300
Possessions
- Grimoire of the Mage Ensert Neme
- Book of Soneret the Mad
- Dagger of the Dreamwalker [Allows you to enter the dreams of a nearby person so long as you sleep with this in hand.]
Spells
Lv. 2 Encourage Life - You encourage plants and animals to grow and become stronger. [MP Cost - 3, +2 to casting roll.]
Lash - You summon forth a vine or root buried beneath the earth to give you enemy a good slap. [MP Cost - 4, Damage: 1d6]
Impart Life - Using all your magical powers and a small part of your life force you can bring one of the woods silent guards to life to do as you will it. [MP Cost - 10, Ritual, Required Reagents - One Elf's Tongue, Two Oak Hearts]
Third Floor
Your Bedroom
- Nothing
5 Warded Storerooms
- Dagger of Dreams
- 11/50 Vials of Lesser God Blood
- 48 Empty Storage Slots
Second Floor
Study
- Map of the County [Displays your tower, the nearby village, two outlying villages, and a large city far to the north]
- Warded Desk
- 3 Empty Storage Slots
Kitchen
- Well Stocked Pantry [50 Units of Food (1 Unit of food feeds a person for a day]
- Fair Quality Kitchen [Can Produce meals fit for your average merchant]
15 Quest/Servant Bedrooms
- Empty
First Floor
- Tower Throne
Basement
- Fair Quality Summoning Circle [+4 to summoning rituals, protects you from demons of fairly weak power]
10 Storerooms
- 100 Units of Food
- 400 Empty Storage Units
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