You dream of a rock quarry. A group of hooded figures are holding torches around a central, blood-stained altar stone. Next to the stone stands a lone figure in green and red robes. You pull back the hood to reveal your hated father, Bannard Truft! You see realization across his face, and an evil grin reveals teeth even more foul than you remember. You flinch back in horror, then remember yourself. The mightiest rage of your life takes hold, causing a bolt of light to shoot from your chest. The glare even impacts your vision for a moment, and when it clears you can see you companions engaged in combat with several rough-looking fighters, wizards firing combat magic about, and hidden archers shooting into the melee. When you see your father several dozen feet away, you roar and charge at him. After just a few running steps, a thick red mist begins to cover the entire area, and everyone within appears to deflate and weaken, including yourself. The fog obscures your father from view for a moment, and suddenly another figure emerges between you. The figure is nearly skeletal, almost mummified, and is missing one hand and one eye. It somehow grins at you and starts laughing. You wake.