A Journey Below

Portents of Disaster
In the night, you once more dream. You see before you a vast desert under a starry sky. You watch the pinpricks of light splashed across the inky darkness, beautiful and silent. Then, without warning, a tear rips its way across the night, a vast tear in reality spilling vibrant blue light to the desert sand below. The dunes cast wild elongated shadows, but another shadow catches you attention among them. The long striding form of some nearly humanoid creature. You trace it back to its caster and see a horrendous satyr like creature made of obsidian darkness. You can see slights shifts of light on its matted whispy form, tendrils of darkness rising off it like smoke off a burning pyre. It takes a long step, the land rumbling with the fall of its hoof. Gauging it against the dunes, you imagine this creature must 80-100 feet tall, at least. Though it is large, it's lithe and lean. Atop it shoulder sits an angular goat-like head, two massive horns twisting high above the top of its skull. The eyes glow with a pallid dull white light, searching the land before it as it takes another monstrous step.

You hear a voice, the same as the last dream, whisper to you "home Widdershins. You are so close, and so very needed." You watch as the monster takes another step, sand blasting from where its hoof strikes the land. It strides over a large dune, continuing its journey. Then, you watch as pale dark shapes emerge from the dune, hundreds and hundreds of humanoid forms, each little more than a silohuette that hints at their true features, each featuring the same pale white eyes as the larger creature above. The begin to walk, keeping pace with the large slow moving goat like creature. Their eyes look in the same direction, at a point on the horizon. (DC 15 survival check to notice they're looking to the South).

Another voice, different from the previous, less a singular entity and more a chorus of disparate voices rasp out "you have forgotten us, our songs go unsung, our tales go unheard. We are not content to slip into the blind eternities, we will not go silently into the night. We will make you remember us..."

The veritable army continues its trek onward, but that is all you see before you awaken, a sickening nausea gripping your stomach.