| Nocht: You can see yourself lying on the ground, your limbs are snapped and lay at odd angles. The last of your life's blood is pouring from the horrible wounds all over your body. Nocht now lays impotent, just barely touching your lifeless fingers...then the blade grows warm and begins to throb with a heartbeat all its own. The runes on the blade begin to shine brightly, and the leather wrapping of the hilt begins to move. Slowly unwrapping itself from the handle, the leather strip becomes a yellowish snake-like creature that slithers into an open cut on your hand. It winds itself inside the opening, moving inside your body, its slithering passage marked by the grotesque bulging of your skin. You can feel it wind its way up through your throat, sliding into your brain where it wraps itself around your gray matter, merging with it. Then, the eyes of your lifeless corpse blink open. Now, who wields whom? When the vision ends, and you wake up, the leather wrapping is gone from the hilt of Nocht. Your ears are bleeding and you have a leathery taste in your mouth. There is a gash on your hand that is nearly healed. This has no in game effect on you at this time. | Favor of the Silence: You feel yourself floating through space and time. Your body consists only of your conscious thoughts, free to roam the cosmos without any physical limitations. You finally arrive at your destination, a lush green and blue planet teeming with life. As more and more terrain blurs past, you begin to make out details of the area. You see a petrified forest and some type of fortress from which pours thousands of soldiers marching off to war. You speed down and settle to the ground, your body reforming. You have become a soldier in the army, and you hear a voice in your head. "You have served me well. Our time will soon be at hand." When you awaken, you are well rested and ready for the day ahead! |
| Brazen Idol: Somewhere, from very far away, you hear a silky voice, "If you accept my gifts, you accept me." You see yourself floating over your sleeping form...but something is moving. The...brazen idol tilts slightly like an egg before it hatches. Again...then again, it lurches, until finally, it does hatch. A small yellowish snail-like creature crawls forth from the shell easing its way up your body, careful not to wake you. Slowly it slides itself up your nostril, and disappears from sight. But you can feel it slithering up toward...your brain. With a loud popping sound, you wake up. Quickly looking at the Idol, it is still intact...though it feels a bit lighter. Perhaps it is just your imagination...but the fact that you now have a stuffy nose in only one nostril doesn't set your mind at ease. This has no in game effects at this time. | Chosen of the Silence: You feel yourself floating through space and time. Your body consists only of your conscious thoughts, free to roam the cosmos without any physical limitations. You finally arrive at your destination, a lush green and blue planet teeming with life. As more and more details blur past, you begin to make out details of the area. You see a petrified forest and some type of fortress from which poor thousands of soldiers marching off to war. You speed down and settle to the ground, your body reforming. You have become a general in the army, commanding thousands to do the bidding of you and your master. You hear a voice in your head. "You have served me well. Soon we will cleanse this place." When you awaken, you are well rested and ready for the day ahead! |
| Gladius of Light: You hear a silky sweet voice whispering to you through the void, "His gifts will not save you, but I can...if you will only believe in Me..." Just as you feel yourself descending into a horrible nightmare, some other presence enters your dream, forcing out the malevolent presence with the silky voice. The new presence speaks to you with a kind but firm voice. "See. Learn." You see yourself wielding a brilliant gladius, fighting against some humanoid monstrosity. Though your blade hurts the creature, it seems to be more than a match for you. Reaching forth a huge metallic claw, it scrapes your sword arm. It is just a small wound, trivial really...until it starts oozing a sickly yellow puss that begins painfully dissolving everything it touches. You watch the wound expand, growing...feeding off itself...until you are no more. The only thing remaining to mark your existence is a brilliantly glowing gladius...the gladius of light. The voice returns to you. "His gifts will help you, but you are not yet ready for this fight. Do not allow your pride to kill you. Now...wake up. You are needed." You awaken covered in sweat, and in your hand is the gladius of light. This dream has no in game effect on you at this time. | Unworthy of the Silence: You feel yourself being strapped to a hard surface...an operating table. No matter how hard you struggle, you cannot break free of your bonds. A silky voice in your head says, "You failed me, and now you must pay. You are unworthy. You must be cleansed." Several other figures form inside the room. You can't make out their faces, but you can feel their hatred radiating toward you...no...You can feel their thoughts. Somehow, you are sharing their thoughts and feelings. They pick up something hard, cold, but it fills them with glee. Now they move toward you, and you can see it. It is a large tube of yellowish liquid attached so some type of hollow sewing needle. You try to squirm away from the needle, but you are held tight. You feel its joy at your fear. Slowly, relishing your fear, it slides the needle from under your chin, through your tongue, and mouth, slowly through your nasal cavity, until finally you feel it pierce your brain. You try to open your mouth to scream, but find that the needle holds your mouth and tongue tight. Again the pulse of pleasure from the thing that is torturing you. Now the yellow fluid is beginning to flow and whatever it touches melts...amidst the searing pain...you can still feel its joy...You wake up screaming and covered in sweat. For the rest of the day, you must talk with a lisp as you seem to have bitten your tongue clean through somehow...and the faint taste of blood lingers all day... |
| "Generic" bad dream for the young or squeamish: You have really bad dreams the entire night that cause you to toss and turn. You wake up several times during the night with a feeling that someone is watching you. The next day, you feel terrible and are fatigued as detailed in Core Rulebook I on page 308. |