ADVENTURE LOG: July 3, 2018
The
Road That Leads Inexorably Eastward
They had the dream again last night.
Night after night, the same dream of black crows taking rancorous flight, of a crumbling and overgrown mausoleum on the Pilgrim Road, and the darkness that is absolute, which beckons to them.
Each set out: Nik, Evendur, the gunslinger, the shapeshifter. They didn’t know where they would find the temple, only that they would find it somewhere out there on the Holy Road that leads inexorably eastward, to the Noble Sanctuary.
When they are traveling, the dream often ceases. But when they stop for rest or supplies, or are otherwise waylaid for more than a couple of days, the dream starts up again with renewed insistence. Sometimes even traveling doesn’t help. The dream comes anyway.
And so they press on, each on his own, each unaware of the others or that there are others in the world having the same recurring dream, traveling the Holy Road in search of answers.
They had the dream again last night.
Night after night, the same dream of black crows taking rancorous flight, of a crumbling and overgrown mausoleum on the Pilgrim Road, and the darkness that is absolute, which beckons to them.
Each set out: Nik, Evendur, the gunslinger, the shapeshifter. They didn’t know where they would find the temple, only that they would find it somewhere out there on the Holy Road that leads inexorably eastward, to the Noble Sanctuary.
When they are traveling, the dream often ceases. But when they stop for rest or supplies, or are otherwise waylaid for more than a couple of days, the dream starts up again with renewed insistence. Sometimes even traveling doesn’t help. The dream comes anyway.
And so they press on, each on his own, each unaware of the others or that there are others in the world having the same recurring dream, traveling the Holy Road in search of answers.
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