Chronicle of Wayward Roads

Tharz Dosha

Prelude: Dark City

A Race Through Dark Places

City At the Edge of Eternity

Yellow Snake Pass

The steady creak of the wagons, the roll of the wheels was settling for Dosha, as he rested under the canvas of the wagon. Michosin had quickly grasped the terror that the sun held for Dosha, and had been very persuasive to the other members of the group that Dosha's night vision was worth more to the them than a day time watcher. There were also advantages to keeping his being secret from those passing the other way. No matter the assurances of the group he traveled with, most surface dwellers defaulted to trying to kill any drow they meet. The dark elves were just too feared and known for their penchant for death and mayhem. So Mochosin had bartered and cajoled until Dosha was allowed to ride in the wagon with the chests.

Land of Mists

The Cat's Paws

The dreams of Elves are not like the dreams of Men. Reverie it is called and in quality it is more like a malleable hallucination than the hazy musings of the human mind. I make this rather academic point for one reason only, the Elven races control and manipulate their dreams at will. This ability improves with time and practice, but Elven children are born doing what human wizards and Psions must spend years or even decades to accomplish. We of the Elven peoples control our dreams rather than our dreams controlling us. But this time it was different.