Role

Chapter 1

The endless thoughts and false triumphs of the Emperor of dreams filled the
council chambers on a daily basis. His rod of conquest rested heavily upon
his lap as he got lost in a fit of delusions of grandeur. This was his
domain. This was his part of the dreams where he ruled supreme. Yearning for
a Saurian of his own to subjugate he had bid for his concubines to dream a
dream of the last Saurian Druid. However, he granted far too much freedom to
those he had enslaved; they utilized their combined Weh and Sra- to dream of
a freedom that extended far beyond themselves. A freedom that would never be
granted to them as the last and forgotten of Midgaard.


was so that Qessalaweh came to be a flesh amongst dreams, by the time
the Emperor realized what was occurring, it was too late for him to stop and
undo what had been written into existence. He bellowed out a fierce cry that
was eclipsed by something much more a piercing cry that came from something
ancient, something primordial; that instantly the Arial druid and Qessalaweh
knew to be Mother Thar-Eris herself. The moment of disorientation was enough
of a moment for them to act quickly. The Arial druid moved into action,
entangling the emperor and binding him with briars and vines. GO! the
druid shouted between clenched beak. Qessa wasted no time slipping beyond the
banner, through the void, and into the thin partition-that separated the past
from the land of dreams.


The call filled Qessalaweh with a form of vigor that she could not explain
nor needed to, what was required now was action. Mother had made a call and
granted Qessalaweh an opportunity to be a living dream made flesh. There was
no way she would disregard the responsibility that came with that freedom.