Dream Eaters

[Valo56]

Hey guys, let's kill a dragon.

This?

No, no.. can't quite see it.

This it?

Almost..

This?

Oh yeah.. Ain't she a beauty?

I'm playing Jh'tahur Vo, a Chultan who dreams of slaying Dendar, the Eater of the World. If anyone else would like to make a Chultan or similar character with this goal, by all means feel free! :)

If you're interested in making a new character to join me, here's some recommendations.

Race: Any (Seriously, Any)
Alignment: Non-Good
Class: Non-Paladin, Non-Druid?. More savage classes are likely to work well with me.
Deity: Ubtao preferred but.. *shrugs*

Of course, new characters aren't needed. Figured I'd throw out the offer if anyone is looking for a new concept. :)

Finally, a bit of light reading.

Chapter Three Final Narrative Shout:

All across the Island of Ymph, the ornate parchments speaking of the Seven Steps of Sanq begin to change.

A smudge covers the Seventh Step, and the Smudge spreads... spreading to  obscure the entirety of each parchment in impenetrable inky blackness.

But for those on Old Port it begins with a a foul, warm wind blowing  from the south; bespeaking the opening of an Ancient Door in a distant  land.

As if in your darkest, most forgotten nightmares..... a thin tendril of  blackness rises from the sweltering jungles of Chult. It sinuously  sways, rising and rising.... reaching up impossibly tall.

The sun shines hot and heavy as the thin tendril of darkness rises up to meet it.

From some hidden alley in Old Port, a frightened youth's voice begins to chant in a low voice....

"Seven daughters,
Seven sons,
Seven seasons 'ere she comes
Seven steps and Seventh dread;
Seven blunders;
Sun is dead
Nightmares summoned
from our past,
Enter Maiden now at last"

The folk of Faerun watch in mute horror as cataclysmic battles of  impossible dread and glory transpire in the furthest heights of the  Prime.

They watch as the endless black coils of Dendar the Maiden of Night squeeze tight around the sun far above.

They watch as its maw extends in terrible size and so is the Sun devoured. [Dash]

They watch as the Light goes out, and all becomes Darkened.

But for you, the Horror has just begun.

...

For some days after the light goes out Old Port is roiled with panic and  wild rumor that reach even the isolated withered survivors of Ymph in  the Quarantined Zone. It's said that Fortress Senuspur is sealed. It's  said that with the Count gone, nobody knows who is ruling Old Port. It's  said that the youths and soldiers of Old Port have been taken into the  Fortress, but none have exited for days.

But one day, at last the gates of Fortress Senuspur swing open. And from  within rushes a great mass of monstrous figures. Aberrant beasts  twisted beyond imagining, accompanied with great legions of twitching  drow warriors. Transparent bubbles float serenely above, occasionally  diving down to imprison a screaming citizen and bear him off for some  dark purpose.

In vast number, this new army of underworld horrors boils up from below  into a new world of endless night. And in hours, Old Port is conquered.

At first, the hapless withered residents of the Quarantined Zone are... ignored.

It is almost as if their corrupted flesh and tainted minds is of no  interest to the masters of this strange army from the underworld.

This Dread Army marches to the great armada of ships and barges docked  in Old Port's harbor, its purpose revealed at last. The sailors, sick  with dread, are born away.

The Dread Army is loaded into the great fleet of vessels, and the fleet slowly begins to sail away under a lightless sky.

Yet some few of the monsters remain, and turn their attention to the  conquered city of Old Port. Fires are lit, and buildings are burned.  Entire quarters are turned to ash. Sorcerous spells and burning brands  are fired mercilessly upon the caged inhabitants of the Quaranted Zone,  and as buildings crash all around the Withered are forced to scramble  like rats into the sewers....

With the sun no longer rising, it has become difficult to mark the  passage of time. Perhaps a month passes before the hopeless survivors of  a calamity beyond all reckoning rise from the sewers to see what has  become of the the world...

Old Port has become a burnt ruin. The great army from the underworld is  mostly gone with the ships, sailing to distant lands, yet some scattered  groups of monsters remain. The inhabitants of Old Port are now mostly  either dead, gone, captured, or wandering mindless through the streets.

What possible hope remains to you?

And so ends, "Chapter 3 - Escape from Undeath: Mistlocke"

(Thank you to Keats73 for the screenshots I foolishly did not take myself while there.)

[Lannister]

This is so cool! I've just seen Valo IG, and I won't be forgetting what I saw for a while. Seriously. Cool.

[gravekeeper]

it's so... small?

[Calixto]

Why no good alignement allowed?

[petey512]

The dream eater perk is evil-only, I presume.