Vision 1

You open your eyes in a strange room. Sigils on the walls, chains and pieces of metal lying around. There is a wooden bed, a bucket for refuse and a large table with a few tools in the middle of the room. You see a piece of meat on the table and put it in your mouth. Tastes like chicken. You move around a bit and find a small mirror. In it you see your mothers face. She walks around the room with a purpose. She’s been here before. Than an old man comes into view carrying arms full of machinery to the table. His ancles are bound, but his chains allow him to walk through the room. The old man is rambling, he says: ‘’need to make a good creation, where are the good metals? Do you know Nif? Lost my precious creation. I hope he lives, I hope he is still good. I need to atone, I need to atone, I need to atone’’. You start walking and leave the room, locking the door behind you. You turn around, but before you can see much of the place, the vision fades.

Vision 2

You sit in a chair and look towards the locked door where the old man is. Why does the master want him? You wonder. He is not part of the plan. Old beef probably, stupid liches, not my problem. A door opens. The deathknight enters. He is holding his wicked sword that talks in your head, the sword that killed an angel. Hello master, you say, any word on the plan? The deathknights growls, than takes of his helmet. Horrendous features become visible and you wonder how this lich is still walking. He says: ‘’The lord of secrets has commanded you to join him Nif. He says your kind is one of the meddlers. Vecna’s plan must succeed, go and stop your wayward kin before I kill you in his stead’’. You feel a stab of fear, no no no, this is what you were trying to stop. You look at the knight. You could kill him, he looks so weak. You feel your claws grow. Yes yes you can do this. You lunge… and everything goes black.

Vision 3

It is dark, and cold, so cold. You’re hungry. What happened. You feel so so tired. Where are you? A door opens, the deathknight enters. Good., he says, still alive enough to be used. Let’s go Nif, we can still use you. He reaches for you… and everything goes black again.