Exhausted from your adventure in the Ruined Hall, you lie down and try to sleep.
Sleep comes, but it’s a poor excuse for rest. You toss and turn. Then, in the middle of the night, voices come to you.
“We are watching you. We see what you do. We see what you do to our brothers.”
“The way into the heart of the Vale has been opened, but even there you cannot escape us. We are always beside you.”
“We live in your dreams, and one day we will devour you from the inside out.”
Then you wake up, bathed in sweat. It’s morning.
As you slip off into sleep, the dark dreams return to you.
You are running down the halls of Goagh-Nar, chased by a formless black thing. As it gains on you, you hear the voice:
“We are coming closer. Moment by moment, we are approaching your mind.”
“Anything you achieve, we can undo. Anything you obtain, we can take.”
“Surrender now, and die in peace. Act once more, and we will devour your soul.”
Then the black shape pounces upon you, and you wake up screaming.
In the early morning, all of you share another dream.
You are standing atop a glowing tower. Below you, strange, hostile creatures of all sorts are approaching.
You hear the voice from the earlier dreams. “It will happen. You have failed.”
“Even if you find us, the trap is in place. We will succeed. It is our destiny.”
The creatures start to enter the tower, a surging, bloodthirsty mass of faeries, sprites, and others.
Giving up, you throw yourselves off of the tower, and, just as you hit the ground, you wake up.
“Don’t put me in your pack. It’s stuffy in there. And it smells funny.”
“Polish me! I’m dusty!”
“Check out my teeth! They’re shiny!”
“Ouch! I’m still chafing!”
“There’s a Nether Arts spell in the Vale of the Sould.”
“You know what the best thing about being a skull is? I don’t either.”
“Espresso hasn’t been invented yet. That stinks.”
“I hear that if you don’t fit in, you get teleported into a series of caverns far below the surface of the Earth. Or is that another game?”
“I have problems opening myself up to the unconditional love of others.”
“Does this bone structure make me look fat?”
“When you have me, you’re sure to get ahead. Get it? Get a head? I crack me up.”
“You should buy some nice skull wax. I’m starting to look dull.”
“There’s a secret passage that leads to where the Dragon Blood is. Under the Faerie Bazaar, that is.”
“Carry me more carefully. I’m chafing!”
“There’s a Nether Arts spell under the Faerie Bazaar.”
“There’s a Nether Arts spell in the Burial Glen.”
“There’s a Nether Arts spell in the Celtic Shrine.”
“There’s a Nether Arts spell in the Maze of Thorns.”
“Kill innocents in the outdoors, and others will learn of your evil deeds.”
“Thank you for registering shareware. You rule!”
“Let me go and I’ll give you three wishes. Just kidding!”
“Aaaaah!!! Aaaaahhh!!!! There’s a spider inside me! Get it out! Get it out! It tickles!”
“Check me out! I’m a talking skull!”
“Bet you’ve never met a talking skull before. I’m high in calcium!”
“Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.”
“Mmmmm. I sure could use a deli sandwich. Mmmmm.”
“Mmmmm. I sure could use some french toast. Mmmmm.”
“I yearn for a gentle caress of a nice female skull.”
“I could use a hat. A nice hat. With feathers or something. Why don’t you buy me a hat? If you were the skull and I was the dopey sword guy walking all over the place, I’d buy you a hat.”
“Why did the skull cross the road? Because you carried him! Ha ha! Please kill me.”
“Hey! I know this place! There’s something neat hidden behind a horse statue!”
