Dafydd Calahar Vision

Dafydd sees the steep stair to Zundar, blasted by wind and snow, snaking its way up into the mountains. Marching down the stair, 2 abreast, is an army of all manner of fell creatures - gnolls, orcs, goblins – bearing before them the emblem of Demogorgan (two flailing tentacles and two jackel heads). In a blur, Dafydd flies up to the origin of the Army, the door into Zundar.

The ceiling was domed and covered in gold gilt, whilst the floor was smooth and clean. A symbol faintly glows in Dafydds mind :ﻈ

On the wall opposite the entrance is a carving in relief of a man wearing a black komodo, drinking wine and holding a dagger dripping blood. At his feet was a mountain range with the symbol ڠ at the bottom. To the right of the entrance a wolf is carved snarling and unchained. Behind Dafydd is Odin looking with disdain at the figure opposite with his arm around Lastar's shoulder. To the left is a carving of the Sun rising behind an oak tree, beneath which was scribbled some Elven script:

For all it is worth, a stone it remains,

Cold, black and with lifeless veins;

A priceless gift from Unglak we hear,

A terrible torment and misery we fear.

The answer to our Elven prayers

Dragged from the depths and evil lairs;

What use is rock when wood's alight?

What use riches against a Devil's might?

Gelmir

Below which in common is written:

It’s now a Demon’s might,

That sets your wood alight!

No-one left to answer your prayers,

I have summoned them from their lairs.

Your fears will be realised,

Your people terrorised,

Misery will be your only reward,

Harmony replaced with dischord.

On the floor was a large carving of a violet rose. The centre was bright violet, and someone had scratched an inscription there that read:

First fire, for Rantor has shown me its power

And with it I will burn that pallid flower

I have seen the webs Marilliath doth weave

But without the Ring she can no longer deceive.

Then water, hidden under the Dragon's Tower.

Artefacts were not meant to be bartered for power,

With their Ring I will cause Dor's doom

And use it to drown their petty bloom.

Earth will be next with Lei Kung's aid,

And the worshippers of light will be repaid.

Hamar's house will not keep darkness out

For Dwarven greed makes them less devout.

Led through darkness by Dwarven hand,

The Dark Wolf's death I will command.

Finally, the very air you breathe,

Will be mine to do with as I please.

Iki-Moko

In the middle of the room is a huge demon, part human-part jackel, wearing armour, rich furs and carrying a massive triple-headed morning star. Around him large gnolls, dressed for combat, usher the forces through the small door. The demon turns to a gnoll champion next to him and, pointing at the carving of the man dressed in black, says, “Find him! I want him alive.” The gnoll bows and turns to leave but the demon stops him by placing a huge paw on his shoulder and hisses, “Do not forget that I want what was once mine and we will not stop until all of Hillick’s offspring are dead!” The gnoll nods and rushes out barking with rage. The vision becomes blurred and Dafydd’s eyes become fixed on the demon…

As if coming out of a tunnel, Dafydd’s vision widens and a room is just visible at the edge of his sight; however, he is still looking at the demon who is staring into a palantir which appear blank.

“Yes, my Lord; I will not fail this time.” The demon mutters as he stares at the orb. “We have met little resistance thus far and there is no sign of your arch foe.”

Then, as if answering a question that Dafydd cannot hear, he says, “The bridge will be ours before the next moon…”, continuing with a slight pause, “That delft shall be ours soon enough, though any assistance you may provide would be useful.”

A longer pause this time, “No my Lord, I understand that your enemy’s powers wane in that direction, although he is strong to the south.”

A long pause during which the demon paces and nods repeatedly. “They will all be crushed, I will not make the same mistake again.” Dafydd falls into a fitful sleep before another vision unsettles him once more.

As if flying over the mountains, Dafydd struggles to see through the blizzard, before the clouds part and he sees beneath him a battlefield. Midday and with the sun at his back, Dafydd hovers over the enemy looking at the carnage in front of him. Spread across a wide plain, dwarves, elves and men battle fiercely against trolls, ogres, orcs, goblins, hobgoblins, demons and fell men; again, under the banner of Demogorgan. At the front of the dwarven armies, Dafydd recognises several shields with the symbol ﭲ

Arreigned to the right the elves bear the symbol of Frey and the men in the centre the eye of Odin. The battle appears not to be going well for the forces of good, though they hold their ground for now.