Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140724144903/@comment-5583506-20140724232306

As she returned to her home she lit a candle and pulled out a book from what used to be shelves for preserving wine. The book's subject was about the art of truesight and prophetic dreams. During her years in Bruma she had gotten close to an undercover necromancer informant within the Mages' Guild who had been kind enough to give her some books on the darker subjects in return that she would pledge her abilities to their cause in a nearby future. As she had yet to see that future in her dreams, she had no worries that they would one day storm into her hideout demand her help by force.

Besides even the undercover necromancers in Bruma feared her gift. She wasn't called "the Nightmare woman" for nothing among the populace. There had actually been gossip among the townsfolk to chase "the witch" out of town with the classic pitchfork-and-torch method. But when she had showed them in their dreams what horrors she would bring into this world from the realm of nightmares, all talk about a lynch mob suddenly died out. But there was no mistake to it... She had to "dream" herself in order to punish the wrongdoers and in her sleep she was just as vulnerable as anyone. A single cut of her throat when she was asleep would do the trick and then this cruel world would finally be rid off the unloved girl who grew up in poverty with a gift she couldn't help to possess.

She would dream Bruma up in a gigantic bonfire with herself in it before she would let that happen...