Chris' First Dream

In the days old, before the Golden Age of Adventures the half-elf Chris was a raging warlord. He slaughtered cities, villages, and families. His bloodlust fueled him, yet it was never satisfied. Then one day when he was outside the walls of a halfling town, he fell asleep in his tent and had a vision from the True God.

He woke up to the sound of a downpour when he got out he saw that it wasn't rain water it was blood. He became fearful yet confused. Then a hooded figure appeared to him. "Chris of the House of Slywood. You have accumulated so much blood that the dams in heaven can't hold it back anymore. All the innocent blood will flood you and wash you away. However, there is a way out, walk away and spare this city. For within this city are some of the True God's chosen who have been fighting evils beyond your understanding, they are stronger than all your armies, yet they are few in number. If you spare them, you may find favor in the eyes of the True God, but if you do not then the blood flood will come. The choice is yours. These are the True God's words, not mine"

Chris woke up covered in drops of blood. He couldn't tell if it was his or if it was somehow from the vision. He washed the blood off. The next day he told his army to continue the siege, however they were not to attempt to break through the gates. His officers were confused but obeyed since they dared not question him about anything, lest they get executed. The next night, Chris woke up to another blood fall but it was less intense than the last. The same hooded figure appeared. "You have spared the city, yet you have not left. Leave before the blood of the innocent swallows you in judgment. These are the True God's words, not mine."

Chris woke up again with blood but less than last time. Chris then spent the whole day dividing up his army and sent some of them back to their country. Again his officers were confused, yet they followed their orders. When night fell Chris then went back to sleep. He woke up again, this time the blood fall was more of a sprinkle. The same hooded figure appeared once again. "Why are you still here? Why is it that you have chosen not to attack the city and divide your army? Why are trying to obey and yet disobey at the same time? If by the next day, you do not leave you will perish. These are the words of the True God, not mine."

Chris wakes up yet again. Outside the military camp, he saw a vast army, much bigger than he thought there was. His remaining officers were scrambling their forces to be battle-ready. Chris then noticed that the hooded figure was in front of the army. He became fearful and finally understood the warnings in his dreams. The hooded figure shouted, "GENERAL SLYWOOD, YOU DISOBEYED THE TRUE GOD AND NOW YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE." The hooded figure's army charged at Chris' army. The battle was many hours of slaughter and fighting. Chris' army was completely and utterly destroyed. The hooded figure tracked down Chris and they fought 1 on 1. They disarmed each other and began to wrestle each other in the dirt surrounded by burning tents and their armies. Both were vicious and held nothing back. Chris' strength began to fade while the hooded figures felt like it was growing. Then the hooded figure got Chris into a chokehold. "You have been beaten, surrender, and you will be spared from the flood of innocent blood. This is your last warning," he said. Chris' was struggling to talk, but he saw the flames, his fallen army, and felt his life leaving his body. "I surrender, just let me live," Chris said. The hooded figure let Chris go and Chris fell to his knees, coughing. Chris looked up at the hooded figure and saw that his face was glowing. to make matters worse, it began to rain blood. Then it became a downpour. "You said if I surrendered I would be spared from the blood of the innocence, did you not?" cried Chris. "You surrendered to me, not to the True God. These are his words, not mine. " Chris was then swept away in a blood flood and drowned.

Chris then woke up in his tent. No blood, no sweat, no downpour. He walked out of his camp, his army preparing for battle. One of his officers came to him. "Sir, what are your orders?" he asked. "I wish to speak with the king or the head of this city," responded Chris. A message was sent to the city's king. He accepted the request and sent a message back. Chris exited the camp with a band of guards and rode to the city gates, where the king was there and next to him, a hooded figure. Chris wasn't sure but he thought he saw a smile coming from the hooded figure. "Good king, I have a proposition for you. Because, last night I had a dream. 3 three times I was woken up by raining blood, and three times I was told by a hooded figure that if I didn't leave I would die. That hooded figure appears to be the same one right next to you. I know that no magician of any power can do what he did to me. Thus I believe he is either a divine being or is the True God himself. So for my proposition: I will leave this city alone and its citizens, as long as the hooded figure comes with me." The king turned toward his advisors and they whispered.

After a few minutes, the king turned back and said "We will take your offer, however, we warn you that the hooded figure is just a normal male warlock. Your dream was not his doing but rather he was a vessel for the use of True God, but I warn you if you come back and he is dead, you will be judged harshly, for he is my son." The hooded figure rode his horse to the side of Chris. "Thank you," said Chris to both the hooded figure and to the king. Chris rode back to camp and began to make preparations to leave.