As you were happy frolicking in your pleasant dreams about dwarves making love with elves, lizardmen (and women!) dancing around the human lasses and orcs brawling in the nearby tavern you are suddenly plunged into a dark pit. Everything around you becomes a brooding black, a pulsating purple and even an oozing orange. Your dream seems to have turned into something truly psychedelic. Then, finally, you fall onto flat, grassy ground. Gazing around you notice that a lot of your friends, nemeses and acquaintances are also present. The area you have fallen onto consists of nothing more than an oversized tavern (the door must be trice your size), a small area with several tea-tables, and what appears to be a large throne.
As you look closer at the throne, you see a person sitting on it with a mask which is half black, half white. The area around the seat of power is littered with the strangest group of animals and clowns, all erratically dancing. They, the man on the throne and the eccentric group, do not seem to be paying attention to you.
Quite a peculiar dream indeed.
(( Open-"Oh my the server is down!"-RP
In case you are bored now that the server is temporarily down. A dream where we are all present! In case you feel the dream-area is lacking something feel free to invent some new venues.
Also, if you didn't notice, the man on the throne is one of our gods. ))