Pay no heed, brother Adamorn.

The mortal is mine. My woman Murah will handle the First Sword.

Nothing to see here. These are not the gods you're looking for. Move along, move along. ------ Waddley, master of jedi-like hand movements What? Move a long ? Did you just tell me to move along?? Do you need to rethink how you direct ascendants mortal? Have some respect or I'll make you watch your ...

hey!

What's going on? What did I miss? Did we have an event or drama?

I was sleeping.

Nor Yekith, my brother, dreamers reside in all realms. Would you have me sign a pact to deprive your subjects of their dreams?

so...ascendant-wise...we have nothing better to do than bicker over land and cities?

that's godly.

The Deserts of Southern Landir

dreamscapes of mithyaat vam

Chisi La'Roo

someone dreams of you!

Brothers Vadhaka Chorae, Yor Nekith, I thank you for your gracious welcome.

Remember brothers, all that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.

Norn, sister-weaver, I am waked and spinning and glad for your welcome.

Thank you mortal master of Lore.

Murah poked at the small fire with a stick, shuddered, and pulled the muleskin cloak tighter around her shoulders. Excepting the crackle of the fire and the chanting crickets, all was silent around her. The figures of her small band lay sprawled in sleep around her and now and then a cough or a snor...

Mithyaat Vam goddess of illusion and dreams symbol: mandala of the sleeping goddess a thousand jeweled spiders spin the song of Mithyaaat Vam, who carries the eggs of dreams and casts webs of silken intrigue, the fog mist lying on the valley floor, the whirlwind sweeping over veldt and dune, heart a...