Mordrick's Dream

  Tick. Tick. All you see is darkness, stretching out in front of you. Tick. Tick. You try to look around, and you can see a tiny pinpoint of light, far off to the distance. You squint, trying to see it more clearly. As you attempt to focus, you feel yourself pulled towards the light as if hooks have been embedded in your chest and your gut.
Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound is louder now, and faster. You find yourself in the room of a cave. You think you have actually been in this cave before, though it was dank and dirty last time you were here. You look to check. Yes. You can see where you carved your own name into the stone. "Mordrick was here."
Tick. Tick. Tick. There is a fire near the entrance. Several gnolls are around it, eating dinner. They are yipping and growling. You hear a sound outside the cave. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. A hunched, dirty figure stumbles in. He is tied, hobbled around the ankles. He is carrying in wood for the fire. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The figure looks up. Schmordrick?