[i]Roughly five Hundred years ago...[/i]

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Am I dead?

[b]You are banished from Death.[/b]

[b]Cast adrift between the world of light and darkness. [/b]

[b]A curse has bound us together; to walk the multiverse unending. It has stolen from you your memories and identity. While it as stolen me of my freedom[/b]

If what you say holds truth, then how do we break this curse? 

[b]You must find the one who cursed you. To do that, you must find a Dreamer…[/b][/i][/h3][/color]


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[i]Present [/i]

The static charge above one nondescript blob was an ostentatious show of bright lights and a marrid of colors. These flashes of energies accumulated into a powerful and fierce ball of changing force. Then in one instant the shifting figure of pure azure plasma became a widening fissure slicing through time and space floating just ten feet from the ground. A single shadowy figure could be seen at the mouth of the fissure as it widened to the length and size of a 8x8 doorway. In one great bound the figure emerged, the air whipping about his frame with his coat billowing up behind him as the gateway slammed shut behind -- vanishing altogether. 

A loud splash followed the man's landing, and indeed it the figure was a man. As he slowly stood to his feet he brought his hands up and down again brushing back the great coat he wore. The man was adorned in faded black garments, a long sleeved tunic of black cotton, with a leather guard on his right shoulder. His black high boots sending ripples across the surface of the blob he stood on. 

The man’s face was partly obscured by a length of dark cloth, only revealing his dark brown eyes that slowly took in his surroundings. He adjusted the wide brimmed hat he wore, running his finger along the length of the brim when he finished. Well here he was it would seem. The Lady of Ravens was not wrong. Of course she never was in any case. He’d never doubted her before though it had taken many decades for him to learn to trust the strange elder being.

[color=lightblue][i]‘We've arrived,’[/i][/color] chitted a voice that sounded like it was shivering. The spirit of the Drowned one hovered several feet to Tordors left side. A space of incorporeal sorrow, sadness, and hurt that was almost palpable. 

[color=DarkSlateBlue]“Yes we have.”[/color] Torder answered grimly. “One step to finally finding the answers I seek. I will need your help, and that of the others now more than ever.”  

The spirit shuddered as it faded to becoming almost completely invisible even to his otherworldly senses. A simple turnabout revealed that their location was utterly free of any terrain features. Just as the Queen of Nightmares had said it would be like. 

Tordor sighed as he shrugged and rotated his shoulders before cracking his neck audibly. [color=DarkSlateBlue]“Well then. Here goes nothing.”[/color]

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, picturing the image and willing it into existence. It took some time, though not as long as he had thought at first. When focused his mind to his surroundings once more, he noticed he was in a great green forest. The gentle chirps of birds and crickets giving the place an almost serene air. The whole forest some 120 yards in circumference.    

The forest tree branches were so thick barely any sun could manage to peek through, shrouding the place in perpetual darkness. It was no hindrance to his supernatural sight, but the gloom might hinder those of the living who relayed on light to see. Unless of course his opponents could see in the dark just fine. In any case he kept liked his little creation. It was peaceful, possessing a haunting beauty to it. A single blue winged morpho butterfly fluttered into view. 

Instinctively Tordor extended a hand allowing the insect to land on his arm. He took a moment to admire it before it flew off again when he raised his left hand to it. He sighed and decided he had wasted enough time. He began walking then. Soon appearing again in a featureless blob of terrain. He quickly realized this blob was much like the one he had changed moments ago. Along with the fact it was between four such blobs in all.        

He noticed only one figure standing some 40 feet away, a feminine figure by the looks of it. Touching a hand to his head he bowed courteously, [color=DarkSlateBlue]“Greetings, I’m guessing your not [i]‘The Liaison,'[/i] Then?”[/color] he asked as he tipped his hat to her by way of greeting before standing straight again.