“Dreamed Dreams of…Dreams?”

In 2010, I created a D&D character known as E’kai Komataree, a 4th Edition Dragonborn Paladin-then Warlord-then Hybrid Warlord/Paladin for a homebrew campaign.
What follows is E’kai’s personal journal which was originally started as a recap of the previous play session (we were only playing once a month), but then transitioned into a way for me to expand her character.

Our group of adventurers find a gate to another world and artifacts that bring forth memories of past lives…Destinies that have yet to be fulfilled.


The first three hours on the path to the portal was clear and uneventful, filled with the paladin whining about everything from the gate of his horse, to the way his armor fits this morning. I tried riding ahead slightly but that put me next to the Rogue and his..her..IT’S additions. After we stopped for the midday meal, I reorganized the riding order, placing the Paladin and Rogue to the rear, the Wizard and Sorceress in the middle and took the Ranger with me to the front.
The last three hours from there to the portal, things were much quieter.

We saw the portal long before we arrived, a great stone arch rising out of what once looked like it had been a fertile farmer’s field. We turned off the road and picked our way through the rubble surrounding the arch. Upon closer inspection, the arch seemed to actually continue down into the ground, before exiting on the far side to create a great oval. The portal itself swirled, crackling with potent energy. Leaving the horses tied to a fallen tree’s stump, we explored, walking around the arch to determine if it was safe to pass through it – after all the old man only told me we should journey to it, and after the vials, I was taking no chances. IMMERAL proving that PALADINS have no brains in their hulking bodies, stupidly reached out a hand and was immediately sucked through. Shrugging at each other, CORRINA the ROGUE and E_EE the WIZARD stepped through. Once we were certain the portal was not closing behind them, I and the others passed through, to find IMMERAL the PALADIN picking himself up off his face on the ground.

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What this place is or once was, I know not. The earth beneath our feet is dry and cracked, as though it has not seen rain or moisture of any kind in many seasons. It cracks and powders between our feet as we move across it. In the far distance, we can see strange buildings, worn from time’s cruel passage but clearly helped along in their decay by some dramatic battle, long ago. Curiouser and curiouser…

We started towards the closest building, but not ten steps from the portal shadows rose from the ground, translucent and dark though the weapons they carried were no ghostly implements. We soon discovered they took damage like any other enemy.
Bad news for them, good for us.

They proved not difficult to dispatch and there was little left of them when we were done, though the fight had moved us much closer to the structure, which was now clearly visible. CORRINA the ROGUE, unhappy with the lack of spoils found on the shadownmen, immediately pushed his way in the door without even checking for traps. You know, eventually that is just going to get him killed and I am going to have to scrap hafling guts off my armor. That will just be inconvenient. We followed him in and found ourselves in a tomb.

Inside, our gazes flitted from the walls to the room’s contents and back again, not sure what to take in first. Five, large, stone cut, sarcophagus form a circle around a jar or vase or whatever it was that held some sort of sword. CORRINA, opportunistic as ever, moved to the closest sarcophagi and attempted to open it. Moving away from the others and further into the tomb, I found myself drawn to the painting on the back wall, wanting to inspect it better. Each side wall held two additional paintings, a sarcophagus centered in front of them. Arriving at the painting at the back of the room, I discovered it was a depiction of a Chrome half-dragon Warrior, wearing beautifully detailed armor, arm raised and mouth opened in speech, a roaring crowd listening eagerly in anticipation of the next words.

I turned to speak and found CORRINA passed out over the sarcophagus she’d been attempting to open, and CALLISTA the SORCERESS and E_EE in the process of falling to the ground beside two others. Rolling my eyes skyward, I moved to check on them, brushing against a sarcophagus as I did so. Before I could move more than a few steps, my vision swam and my feet faltered, and the floor rushed up to meet my face…ow…

…I stand at the top of the steps of the capital building of the largest city in the world, looking out at hundreds of thousands of warriors and citizens from all the races.
“My people, ALL my people! We are at a pivotal point in history! We stand together and we will fight the coming incursion from the wastelands beyond the veil, and we will WIN! No force in all the realms can overcome us with our combined might. In our ancestor’s name and for our children futures, take arms! Who is with me?!”
I call out to the crowds. Cheers and bellows of confirmation echo through the city, bouncing off the walls. My heart warms as I realize that I have successfully reunited all the peoples of the world in a common goal, something that hasn’t been done in millennium…

Oooow…Groaning, I rolled over and pushed myself up into a sitting position. What a rush.
I cracked my eyes open and moved to stand up, when I paused and blinked. Looking down, my eyes widened. I now wear the armor from the dream…vision…prophesy…whatever it was. WHAT is going on?
The Elder and I are going to have serious words when I next see him…

Looking around me, I see the others in various stages of recovery. IMMERAL kneels by CALLISTA the SORCERESS, E_EE the WIZARD sits in the middle of the room, turning the sword from the urn over and over in his hands, and ELDAAR the RANGER is pulling a seemingly unending supply of arrows from his new Quiver. It seems we have all gained something, and though I choose not to share much of my…vision, I at least admit to something, unlike E_EE the WIZARD who claims not to remember anything, or CORRINA the ROGUE who flat out lies about having a dream at all.

For the sake of future reference (for I do not think we are doing with these dreams/visions/whatever, I will record a description of the other paintings:

ELF RANGER peeking through a forest from atop a huge tower.
HUMANOID ROGUE on the bow of an air ship.
HUMANOID WIZARD facing a vortex, lightning shooting from and toward him.
HUMANOID QUEEN, standing atop a cliff-side, shooting white light from her hand.
HUMANOID KING with a liquid shadow cloak, fighting, clawing his way through a bunch of squishy blobs of teeth and claws.

Oh yes, the Elder and I are going to have words…

Our journey back to the portal was uneventful, and after a moments concern of the portal not returning us to where we’d first left, we stepped through the portal and found ourselves in the late afternoon sun in the middle of a farmer’s field. The roads remained clear all the way back to Winterhaven, and we while we made good time, the Elder’s tent was dark as it had been when I checked this morning. Frustrated and eager to try again in the morning, we all retired.

In 2010, I created a D&D character known as E’kai Komataree, a 4th Edition Dragonborn Paladin-then Warlord-then Hybrid Warlord/Paladin for a homebrew campaign.
What follows is E’kai’s personal journal which was originally started as a recap of the previous play session (we were only playing once a month), but then transitioned into a way for me to expand her character.

Our group of adventurers find a gate to another world and artifacts that bring forth memories of past lives…Destinies that have yet to be fulfilled.


What the HELLS were in those vials!?

USELESS. ALL OF THEM! USELESS!

The Human Cleric has become a HUMAN PALADIN (a supposed holy man – how will he resolve the antics of last night I wonder, between himself and the Wizard?), the Tiefling Wizard is now a TIEFLIN SORCERESS (even more useless then before!), the Warrior is an ELVEN RANGER (he’s stuck with the warpony and is *far* too happy about it. And he looks stupid riding it.) and the XXX Warlord is an ELADRIAN WIZARD! And the HAFLING ROGUE has grown boobs and he hasn’t stopped playing with himself all morning. Herself? Never mind, not important!
The old man is clearly going to die. Or have some serious explaining to do.

I guess that brings me to the changes I have clearly gone through. Where once my scales were a deep, rich golden colour of a sunrise on a clear day in the mountains of my homeland, they have lightened, bleaching from gold to a blindingly pale yellow, dazzling the eye in direct sunlight, a shimmering white. I know not what to think of this development – it looks like someone poured a bleaching agent over my while I slept. But drastic than this physical change is the change I feel, deep down inside my soul. I am not, nor ever was meant to be a Paladin. The fervor I once believed I felt for this path, this lifestyle was incorrect – how could I have been so misled? I feel free, my blood burns to feel the the thrill of the fight…how interesting this will be.

I will return to this reflection at a later time, the others are eager to take our leave of this place. Perhaps this group is more clearly meant for something more, and has what my honourable mother Elder calls, “a touch of destiny.”

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Of course the old man was no where to be seen, and though I inspected the tent most clearly for any signs of life, the Paladin was eager to be off, calling for my attention insistently while I made my investigations. I will return to the tent tonight, the old man and I WILL have a discussion. A very long one if I have anything to say about it.

For now, we travel towards a location marked on the map by the old man. We laid out our various maps this morning, comparing the information we’d gleaned from various sources. I certainly hope the Rogue proves to be better at getting information in the future, I was luckier than he last night. He still has not stopped touching his boobs either. Hers. Whatever.

“What the hell am I doing in Winterhaven?!”

In 2010, I created a D&D character known as E’kai Komataree, a 4th Edition Dragonborn Paladin-then Warlord-then Hybrid Warlord/Paladin for a homebrew campaign.
What follows is E’kai’s personal journal which was originally started as a recap of the previous play session (we were only playing once a month), but then transitioned into a way for me to expand her character.

Our group of adventurers find a gate to another world and artifacts that bring forth memories of past lives…Destinies that have yet to be fulfilled.


How or why I came to be on this road with this group of people, this ragtag bunch, I know not.
Clearly, I must have been drugged or bespelled or something of that nature, for I never willingly would have agreed to such unworthy traveling companions, were I in my correct frame of mind.

However, bespelled or not, I find myself in this situation and I’ll leave the whining about it for the prissy Wizard with whom I have the misfortune to be traveling with. Tieflings. Good for absolutely nothing.We have found ourselves wandering a nondescript path, in a nondescript field, towards some nondescript town. We catch glimpses of the town through the trees, and decided to head towards it as much as not, in hopes that we might learn where we are, and find rest. From there perhaps I can find better travel companions as well.Walking along this path appears to be most dangerous – clearly the local Lord has been lax in ensuring the local militia are trained properly, as we have run into several groups of Kobolds as we get closer to town. I will speak with him and offer my training services – clearly he is in need of someone with my abilities. Not that the humans will fully appreciate a Dragonborn Captain’s training, but if they don’t drop dead, maybe they might learn a thing or two.

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The town is apparently known as Winterborn. How…quaint.
Once we finally reached the town’s inn, our party scattered like a company of Tieflings when their demon overlords died (further proof of their ineptitude), leaving me the task of selling what we’d gleaned from the Kobolds and to seek out the local Lord. The Wizard and Cleric immediately retired for the night, slinking off together at the last moment. As if we care about cross species intimacy, both are worthless anyway.

Happily, I didn’t have to waste much time on the second task. As we watched the Rogue repeatedly lose coin to an old Elf (what self respecting Rogue LOOSES coin unintentionally?), the town’s Lord, LORD PADRAIG, entered the inn’s common room, seeking the adventurers who had made safe the road to Winterhaven.

He thanked us (those of us still awake), as was proper, then offered us an additional task, if we were interested. He asked us to clear out the Kobolds from their nearby lair, including five fully equipped war horses, and a single war pony for the Dwarven Warrior. How like a human, permit those who look to them for support to die, and jump at the chance to throw the first stranger into harms way.

After LORD PADRAIG departed, the Rogue and Warlord retired to their rooms, while the Dwarf scuttled off to the stables after a particularly epic failure rejection from the bar wench. Good on her. Before I could find my own rest, I had to satisfy my responsibilities, and so went in search of a merchant. Disposing of the rabble we’d collected from the Kobolds was quickly accomplished and as I turned to make my way back to the inn, a brightly coloured tent caught my eye, the like of the wise traveling sages. Curious why such an Elder would have set up shop in Winterhaven of all places, a podunk little town by even a human’s standards, I pushed the flaps aside to reveal a very old…man.

At least I thought he was a man. All those wrinkles could be hiding almost anything I suppose. He spoke as if he knew me, in a most familial way, yet it did not put me on guard. For the cost of 6 gold I was persuaded to purchase 6 Vials of Bubbling Liquid, which would allow our ‘inner selves’ to be set free.

Now, while I certainly do not claim to have the wisdom of the Dragons, nor do I have any significant alchemy talent, I do know this: the inner self must be honed for years on the fine edge of the blade and experience. It can not be drunk from a bottle.
And yet for all that logic, I was unable to argue and once he had given me a map of the area (“For no additional cost, comes with the purchase of the vials!”) and marked several areas of interest, he quickly ushered me out and closed the tent for the night.

Shaking my head as I returned to the inn, I decided I wasn’t going to be the first to try the vial, so I made my way to the Rogue’s room and woke his ass up. When he didn’t perish on the spot, I made my way to the other rooms, (ignoring the look the Cleric gave me when he opened the door in the Wizard’s room…) and finishing with the Warrior in the stables before I downed my own vial. At least the vial’s contents did not taste vile, though the shudder that passed through my body several minutes later nearly shook a few teeth loose.

In the morrow, I will be begin to look for new traveling companions. These freaks are enough to drive…a blessed…Paladin…mad..