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GM Natloz |
![Aboleth](http://cdn.paizo.com/image/avatar/A4-Gate-to-the-Plane-of-Sh.jpg)
You find yourself in an almost familiar city, buildings pressed close around you. Every time you try to identify the city though it slips through your mind. A few seconds of getting your bearings you find unfamiliar people around you. A human in ornate robes, her face hidden by a dark veil. A gnome with a shock of pink hair bouncing from foot to foot. A blonde half-elf with vials filled with mysterious liquid. A ratfolk wielding an oversized (for him) rapier. A stoic dwarf armed to the teeth. A few moments later a think yellow fog begins rolling down the street. From the fog comes slow heavy footsteps, somehow terrifying in their rhythm. The gnome takes off in a sprint and ducks down an alleyway. Reaching for her instrument to cast a spell she finds it missing from it's usual place. The dwarf, not one to back down from a threat, reaches for his trusty battle axe but it dissipates as he brings it forward. The ratfolk similarly tries to intimidate whatever is coming in the mist. The human with the veil smartly flees from an unknown threat, running down one street then another. The half-elf starts running but slows to see what happens to the others before trying to get away herself. The uncomfortably warm mist quickly envelops the two standing their ground. The thumping footsteps getting closer and closer. Suddenly, tendrils of what look like cloth fly out of the fog to wrap around the dwarf and immobilize him. There is a flash from a blade and the dwarf's blood splashes at the ratfolk's feet. He turns to flee from the gore and notices the blood spells out "me". Running down an alleyway, the creature in the mist is always a few steps behind him. Suddenly it isn't there anymore giving him a false sense of safety. The human with the veil is running away from the mist but finds it in front of her anyway. She stops to turn but it overtakes her, the footsteps louder. The others hear a scream of terror as the creature in the mist slices her to pieces as well. Even though she ran the opposite direction, the blood of the witch splatters next to her. Oddly, it forms the word "up". Her spell casting stifled, she flees blindly down one street then a random alley, the mist following closely no matter how fast or slow she goes. The thudding is behind her the whole way, just beyond the border of the mist out of sight. Suddenly the yellow mist surges forward, overtaking her, the footsteps pounding in her ears. She barely feels the cut as her blood splashes in front of her. As she falls on her back she sees a horrid face wrapped with yellow rags looming over her. Her mouth falls open and everyone left hears an unfamiliar voice no one recognizes, "SAAAAVVVVE". The half-elf, having seen the ratfolk fleeing past her turns to follow. She tries to follow her but quickly gets lost in the twists and turns. Her heartbeat pounding in her ears she stops to catch her breath. Suddenly the footsteps are there with her, matching the rhythm of her heartbeats. The mist comes flowing between the cracks in the walls and the creature is there with her. Resigned to her fate, she tries to learn everything she can before the end. From around a corner that a moment ago did not exist comes a tall gaunt figure wielding a short wicked looking blade. It grins at her, its teeth long and pointy, before surging forward slashing with the blade. The ratfolk sees blood ooze from the walls forming the word "Wake". He turns to run but finds himself boxed in by walls. Turning, searching for a way out he suddenly finds an opening in a wall in which there is a woman sitting at a table with a crystal ball in front of her. Startled by the sudden change, he stands there dumbfounded. She smiles warmly at him and he wakes up.
Still reeling from their ordeal everyone opens their eyes to find themselves in a cell of some sort. You all hear screaming of a man strapped down on a table, a to thin woman looming over him wielding a shard of glass. On a small table is a gardening trowel and other items not meant for use on living flesh. He struggles against his bonds yelling "Wake up damnit! Wake up and save me!" In the cells around and across from you are the others from your dream though you don't know who they are.