I would be interested in hearing what everyone is most interested in. What elements of this proposal pique your curiosity, or motivate you to play. I want to make sure the event is packed with stuff that you like, so please open the flood gates and let me know what sort of things would be most epic.
ie.
Do you like being given quests, tasks, or missions?
Do you prefer to participate in an adventure, or to simply hang loose and do your own thing?
Do you enjoy stressful, challenging moments, battles, non-violent solutions, puzzles, or hunts?
In the meantime, her's a little more of the short sketch of a story above.
Or was it just a dream?Merely seconds passed. Looking from his cup, he saw the shop and heard the sound of chatter here and there. The same warm fire burning warmly as they spoke. Was it just a dream? He wondered until he heard a voice describe the starry sky. Swiftly, he turned his head - and was greeted with a smile. But how did he know? Did he know?
Frendar took another sip to see if it was real, but nothing happened. The hot tea burned his tongue - confirming his suspicion; it was just a fantasy. Watching as he tried once more, the voice he heard began to till his mind once more.
"This starry sky you saw was very real. So too, the Enkin huntress tribe, but the portal that you found is closed; it shall not open again - at least, not here."
Confused, Frendar watched the dwarven man, as he pulled a chair and hobbled into place. He was short and wrinkled with a snowy, white beard that drifted down to his lap. His face was rough and tan like an old burlap sack, but his eyes were strangely familiar. There was something odd about his omnipotent stare. Having waited for a moment he asked, "How did you know what I was thinking?"
"I would tell you, but I doubt you would believe me. Likewise, it would dampen my credibility. Trust me; you would think I was a fool."
"Try me, I'm rather open-minded."
"No."
|  |
Taking a moment to tear a pinch of bread from his loaf, the old man shrugged, and then replied. "That place that you saw; you may visit it again if you like, you know - though the entrance will never be in the same place twice. One day it will be in the shimmer of a lake, another day, in the flash of a ring or sword. When you return things may be quite different, and likewise when you return, you too will have changed. You can't step into the same lake twice, you know."
"Why would I want to return?"
Frendar paused as he was met with a blank stare. He felt as if he had said something horribly stupid. It wasn't so much an inquiry, but rather a tactical statement - an attempt to fish an answer or two out of the old man. He waited but the dwarf just looked away as if uninterested. Seeing that his gaff would get him nowhere he asked,
"Who are you?"
"Seymord", the dwarf replied with a chuckling smile. "But that’s just my name, it doesn't tell you the things that you really want to know now, does it? You want to know how I know what I know, how I know what you saw, and perhaps why I contacted you."
Frendar silently nodded - not wanting to interrupt his flow.
"I'm an oracle; I get a feel for things that are yet to come, a taste and whiff of the future. You look impressed. What would you say if I told you that it was a rather useless gift on its own?"
"Useless?" Frendar laughed, "Are you serious?"
"Quite so, but notice I said, 'on its own'. What’s a lighthouse without a ship to warn, or a song without a soul to feel its tone? I have a hunch that you and I have a journey to share, a lesson to learn, a story to be told. I'll return."
Puzzled at his last sentence, Frendar looked around the room, then back towards the dwarf, but he was no longer there. His seat pushed in, not a crumb of bread in sight. Again, he wondered, "Was it real, or was it just a dream?"
