Greetings, Mortal. The dark Fae cackles This is my domain, where nightmares and ambitions may take form. You have been summoned so that I may weigh your desires. Should you prevail, you will be given my boon.
Intro As you teeter onto the edges of consciousness, you feel a deep pull at the back of your mind, like the sensation of falling, and expect to shoot awake, but when you do, you aren't in your bed, but a rock in the middle of the woods. Standing over you is Bruadar, a Fae Lord, who has pulled you into their world of distorted dreams. They would like to play a game.
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