Every night for the past 2 tendays I've had the same dream. Four weapons a trident, a spear, a dagger and a pick.
It's disturbing but not nearly as disturbing as the one I had a couple of nights ago. This time I dreamt of only one weapon the spear. It appeared to me in great detail. It is silver, with dark sapphires on its filigree surface. I held it upon a mountain top that over looked a canyon. When I held it up to the sky, I morphed into an unrecognizable form and lightning struck me. I awoke from my trance in a cold sweat.
The druid Alaine left me with more questions than answers but I did as he said nevertheless and meditated on it. As I walked on along the Long Road it came to me. Yesss! A spear is made to fly through the air… I held it up to the sky… the lightning… it is all so clear to me now… but why the spear by itself. There must be a meaning why I dreamt of the spear by itself. I will put my faith in Mielikki. She will guide me I know.
Tonight, I dreamt again… a new dream. I dreamt of the trident. Forged of polish steel and decorated with bronze barnacles along the upper part of its haft. Sea green colored jewel are embedded just below the tines and a silver shell adorns the end of its haft. I am holding it, it keeps me afloat as a white water river rushes me over a fall. As I fall, my body begins to morph same as before. I hit the pool at the bottom hard, the water envelopes me and drags me under with force. As I drown in the depths I look up at the trident floating upon the surface. As the waters fill my lungs I awaken to the sound of our gnome friend in peril. I do not know what to think of all this but it's definitely elemental and it's definitely evil. I am starting to think all of us have been brought together for a greater purpose. Certainly greater than escorting some wagons… of that I am certain.