## First Dream You dream of a small village in fertile fields. You recognize the place; this used to be your village all those long years ago. You're filled with a sense of nostalgia, coupled with grief as you see some familiar faces nearly forgotten. Your perspective suddenly changes to high in the air. From here you also see a pair of armies converging on one another. They will obviously clash just at your village. In horror, you recognize the foul bugbears, trolls, ogres, evil priests and wizards, and even some demons as they rush northward. In equal horror, you recognize the knights, gnomes, elves, and other forces of Good as they rush southward. Your vision rushes away from the village, across the plains and descending into a small copse of bronzewood trees. A pair of the trees seem to waver before you, almost as if viewed through water. You see that this distortion stands alone in the air, and it ripples and gleams as water reflects the sun overhead. A band of five folk steps out of the distortion and into the trees. They appear to be adventurers of some sort, though you do not recognize them. The party emerges from the trees, obviously seeing the armies in the distance. Glancing at one another, they nod in determination and begin some sort of preparations. It's here that you wake. ## Second Dream You see a group of unfamiliar adventurers on horseback, riding quickly down an overgrown trail. They arrive at a farmhouse. It’s in good repair, but there is no one in sight. As they dismount, you recognize them as the same adventurers from your previous vision-dream! They grab their weapons and other gear, and move with purpose. They bypass the farmhouse and barn completely, heading straight to a well located in back. Tossing the bucket aside, they each carefully climb into the well. You wake.