You awaken slowly, your eyes taking a few moments to adjust to
the lighting. You hear strange sounds surrounding you and with
sudden realisation, you are aware that you are no longer where
you were just moments ago. Your mind snaps back into reality; or
at least what you believe is reality, and your perception returns
with a jolt.

Everything around you is dark, except for a curiously robed man
standing before you, leaning his ancient body heavily on a
wooden staff. The robe he wears look to be made out of a
material similar to silk, but heavier and thicker than any material
you've ever seen. You look into his eyes, and see a strange kind
of presence, almost as if a flame were burning within them. You
are suddenly overcome with a strange calmness as he holds
your gaze, and you feel a sense of trust for this stranger,
knowing somehow that he means you no harm.

Old Man

A single large crystal on the end of the ancient's staff begins to
glow with a strange light, causing you to tear your concentration
away from the old man and onto the staff. As you look to the
crystal, you become mesmerised by it; gazing at its pulsating
beauty. The air around you begins to hum and shiver as though alive
with energy coming from the glowing ball under his palm......
sending currents of ligtning bolts around the room

Foreign shapes of matter appear around you, and you find
yourself standing in the alcove of a large hallway. A blue tinged
stone or perhaps metal seems to be the main source of material
within this place, as everything from the floors and walls shimmer
with its unearthly beauty. The material has the awe inducing
effect of causing rainbows of light to dance from each and every
corner of the structure, letting no shadows fall anywhere that can
be seen. As you gaze around in wonder at this strange place, the
old man begins to speak to you in an archaic fashion. You
become acutely aware of the musical sounding properties of his
speech and listen to him intently as he speaks to you, once again
holding your gaze with his burning eyes.

"Welcome traveller, to the realisation of a dream.
The land ye see below ye is that of Aranor, the
land of might and magic. Where ye closest friend
may be thine sword, and the local town bully, a
Troll. Where knights waving their banners high
mount campaigns against evil, and thieves
pick-pocket the streets. This is a land where magic
co-exists with steel, and where brains be just as
dangerous as brawn. Any profession and any race
exists here. Anything is possible as ye do walk
through its lands, and nothing is quite as it might at
first seem."

"Know now traveller that these lands hold no
limitations. What ye can conceive with ye minds
eye exists upon these lands, from ye most desirable
fantasies, to ye most loathed nightmares. If ye can
think it, ye are it.

"Come let me show ye around , so that ye might be
better aquainted with the lands of which ye are
about to set foot upon. Let me show ye who we are,
and what we do. Let me show ye The Dream, and
let your imagination roam free from constraint.
Follow me, traveller, into the unknown."

Lizardman

"Follow me!"