[i]Welcome to Arkanshire, a land of heroes and untold power. It is a peaceful land, with on King and Queen who rule from the capital city. No wars, no enemies, a true land of peace and happiness. That is for a time. Every hundred years, the "Nightmare" awakens, opening a portal to the land of the gods. Those who are very brave, or very foolish, can enter these lands. A one way trip, those who enter try to earn the ultimate prize. You see, once the "Nightmare" awakens, the gods are now able to be killed, and any god that is killed, needs to be replaced. When you enter this land, called Arkanshire Dream, you enter in a life or death game. Will you become a new god? Or will your bones be added to the throne of the gods?[/i]

How many times have the town's people heard that warning? Over and over, year after year, always warning them. Once the Nightmare had awaken, allowing those who are brave, or foolish, to enter. One such man was a golem named Fozzie. He was getting old, his armor now covered in moss and vines. He didn't mind, he was free from war, and able to roam the lands. All so that he could try and learn about his old life. He was old, hearing of the Dream Opening at least five times. He heard what other could do there, and even heard of some becoming new gods. With that power, he could find out about his old life. He knew this would be his final adventure. He would either become a god, or finally earn his rest.


He entered one of the portals around Arkanshire. His portal sent him to the top of a cold mountain, chilling even him. The wind let out a howling noise as it, causing him to look around, in fear of being hunted down by unseen beast. He looked around his area one last time, seeing nothing but snow. "Very well then." He muttered to himself, and started walking in random direction, praying he was ready for whatever came his way.