Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170721212431/@comment-3293219-20170723201645

As Tamriel slept, every dreamer in the land had the same dream. They dreamt of a hazy vision, a fish-eye-like view created by the fog of the dreaming. At the center of the vision, standing in the ring of clarity was a sole figure, laughing endlessly into the air.

His laughter brought unease and eventually physical pain to all the sleepers in Tamriel, a migrane built up in their temples as they watched, helplessly, unable to move or interact in any meaningful way.

The Man continued to laugh, long into the night, until the dreamers awoke. Everyone, across Tamriel, awoke at the exact same time of 8:37AM. Some felt sick and some had a slight headache but everyone remembered the face of the man who haunted their dreams. Those who had seen him in the waking world knew him as the Heratic.

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Zak groaned as he lifted himself up, shaking his head furiously as he looked around the room, with an irritable sigh.

He was left with a slight migrane, nothing that a stiff drink couldn't fix.

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Nyssa just groaned, lay face down in her bed. She dismissed it as a hangover and went back to sleep.

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Lott was quick to jump out of bed, rushing over to his desk and thumbing through his journals desperately in an effort to find answers.