[IC] Lost in Dreams [Gabriel]

[ericthered]

Gabriel Baxter slept well that night. That was rare in and of itself, but he had one of his precious dreams ... a clue in his quest. Interpreting the dream...

He dreamed of magic, and of myth, of creatures attacking each other with fire, flung stones, bolts of lights, and glowing weapons. They had all sorts of shapes, but each was some sort of distorted natural creature: rats, spiders, lizards, birds, horses, and even humans.

He dreamed of cities, dwelling on the edge of the wild, paying homage to ... forces. Gods, in the classic sense, though some would call them Wizards, Spirits, Demons, or Forces. And Dragons.

One city was strange though: it was ringed about with iron fences, and it grew a strange crop of grass to armour its warriors, who fought against the monsters of this land, who could not peirce the armor ... until they faced dragons, who burned the city to the ground.

Gabriel woke up in a field of grass, with smoke filling his nostrils, strange in the grass. It did not take him long to recognize the grass ... it was the crop from his dreams.