Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 14.88 (section)

== Kevin ==
[''This recaps the visions/dreams that Durgaz had in the Laboratory of Vrolk, in the Obsidian Spire.  I will try to capture all the information I noted to you in-person.  Please NOTE if I miss something.  You are WELCOME to ask questions, or try to "interact" with any of the visions to learn more as you have in the past.  Just ask.'']


As you pull your weery hide up to the open-sky chamber, the crown level on the Black Nail, you feed week.  The others that may wish to sleep beneath the stars havenpt found their way up to the tip of the Spire as yet... Giving you time to breath, time to relax and let your guard down, if only for a few minutes.  


You haven't been able to do so in weeks.  The visions, they are coming outside of your dreams these days.  It seems '''"the Vile"''' has found a way into your head.  Only ONE OTHER has breeched your minds-armors, ...could this elf be compared to God?  ...or rather, NOT "God" but '''"the Bain of All Mother"'''?  For THAT "god" is not yours any longer... yet sometimes your tongue slips... a few dozen years beneath '''"the Shadow in the North"''' makes hard and fast habits no matter how far away from the Shadow-gaze you grow.


They (thinking down to your companions) know NOTHING of suffering!  They know NOTHING of fear or hate or loathing...  Eranon, the only friend you have save Walden is of elf-kind... He cannot know. He knows love, he knows the hearth, he knows kin, kith and kind. He may have offer sympathy for the chill you face nightly, but he does not know...   The others, they are human.  And though they have found their hearts long hidden from them by Shadow, they know nothing of lose.  Their ancestors may know what they had that was taken when the Shadow fell, but that was before them, before their father's fathers...  They fight for myth and legend.  They donot even know what it is to live free...  Nor can their hearts know what it is to have a home, to know your family or friends will not forsake you in the face of the Shadow...  They cannot know the Shadow's volcanic embrace or how cold it is to be without it... They know nothing.


For all you have gained with freedom, you were a son of Orc... for all you have gained you gave up tenfold.

WHY?!??  Why did you do it?... Why did you believe that life beyond the Shadow would be a better one??  

It has given nothing but pain and more lose.  Why do you fight it brother?  Why not go home?...



NO!

That is NOT who you are anymore.

You are among those the ShadowWall... Walden... called friend.

You are Durgaz, the mirror-breaker.  

And you will have your vengance!



But not tonight.  Not for these too few hours.  These moments are yours.  And to whatever god is out there you can but hold hope that Aryth doesn't ask for your allegiance...  to...nigh...t....   '''[as you drift off to sleep]'''



As Durgaz head rests on the pack of the armor bits he has recently sequestered from the laboratory below. Your mind drifts into unconciousness.  But your wish cannot come to pass...  For all the torment that "the Vile" has twisted in your mind of late, the dreams still come.  Aryth herself calls out to you.  And with that you feel the hate recend, to be replaced with conviction.  For in the times when your sleep is not interupted by constant images of fear and hate, the other moments are frought with a peace - but it is a peace that comes with great cost.

That COST is what drove you mad.  It drove you to flee the Shadow's hold.  It drove you to be alone.  At the same time it comforts your sleep, giving you full rest - it requests something of you...  What that is, must be your journey to uncover.

Go with the peace now as the cool breeze and cloud-cover fade, showing you scenes sometimes near, yet somethings far-away in both time and space.............