CalebDChapman

1 As you list into sleep your dreams send you three years back, to your crew's fateful attack on the Silverwind Intercontinental Barge.  You've had this dream many nights before, yet this time, something is different... as you rub the cannon-soot from your eyes, you see your hands are not your own. Instead they bare the bronze ring and missing index finger that should have belonged to your navigator, a Mr. J Morello.  As you try to move about, you find that the actions of this body are not yours to control, you are merely a ghost inside him... seeing through through his eyes. There are shouts from above deck. The captain calls for all men

Micah's Dream:  The Last Nidarian Bladesinger Part 2 continued. Ishtar Screamed. She screamed louder and longer then she believed humanly possible. The priestess screamed until her voice was dry and cracked, and only stopped when an agitated Pelori soldier decked her with the butt of his pike. Earlier that day Ferran had been sent to his doom to buy her and their god to escape the capital. The sacrifice her lover had left her tear-streaked and broken, but THIS!?  Nothing compared to this! The visage of agony that stretched out before her now, was unbelievable.. unforgivable. 12 hours prior: A fierce sandstorm whipped over the walls of

Micah's Dream:  The Last Nidarian Bladesinger Part 1 Sleep. Thud thud thud thud... you feel a quick rhythmic bouncing, and the crunching of dry earth under your feet. Thud thud thud... You're start to come too.. and you're jogging?  Yes, defiantly a light jog... but why? where? As your sleep-filled eyes clear you take a quick look down.  You appear to be a young, muscular man, clad in steel and dark green leather. A long, wicked scimitar hangs secure at your waste. The blade hums lightly in its sheath, as if responding to your sudden glance.  Another quick look tells you that you're not alone, 30 men in similar garb are beside you keep