It was a night like so many others had been. The air was cooling as summer drifted into autumn, and the nights were lengthening. As the birds of the day had fallen silent, and now in the lateness of night, even the owls were sleeping, silence fell over forest and dale, over mountain and lake. But not of course over the city of Waterdeep. Known to many as the city that never sleeps, the sounds of people working during the day, were simply replaced by those working at night, and of course the sounds of those spending their hard earned, or not so hard earned money in the various taverns, inns and cat houses.<br/><br/>But of course at this hour, even most of those had gone to sleep, snug in their beds, and comforted in their dreams. Peace was reigning over the land on a night like this. Unfortunately though, it was not a peaceful night for all, for several of the city's denizens, and even some outside it were visited by strange haunting dreams. But dreams also of fortune and power, of treasures ripe for the grasping. At least to those brave enough to adventure on it. Let us look at some of these dreams, shall we?<br/><br/><hr/>{Jevicca}<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: vivaldi;"><br/>On the waterfront, one young woman sleeps. tired from a days work at the tavern, and dreaming of adventure. Of dashing young pirates and fearsome monsters. But suddenly her dreams become grimmer, and she sees herself looking down at an underground dungeon filled with a strange glowing light. beyond the light she can see a mound of treasure. Gold, silver, jewels of all kinds. And it's all there just for the taking.  Then suddenly she sees a man, old and wizened wearing a bright red robe. The man looks at her as he screams. His words are inaudible but his pain is clear. She sees dark strands of energy flow into him, and suddenly, he explodes into a million pieces, all scattered round.<br/></span></span><br/><hr/>{Jayne}<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: vivaldi;"><br/>In the inn just across the road, lies another young woman. A sailor and a budding hero, dreaming of defeating evil oppressors and foul beasts. She dreams of bringing justice to the lawless, and liberty to those under their yoke. But then, all of a sudden, she finds herself in a dark room, no doors or windows to be seen, and the only light source is a sword, lying on an altar and glowing in the purest white. This sword exudes justice and peace. But then suddenly, she also sees the man his eyes piercing with the same bright light as he seems to plead with her for help before meeting his demise through the dark energies surrounding him.<br/><br/></span></span><hr/>{Tzila}<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: vivaldi;"><br/>On her first day in town, at the local inn, a young elven maiden dreams of roaming the forest, of chasing wild creatures, and fell greenskins. She dreams of beautiful glades filled with magnificent creatures, of her home. Suddenly, she finds herself in what appears to be a sentry post, long since abandoned by the ones who built it. And on the wall hangs a bow, made of the darkest wood she's ever seen, and next to it a quiver of arrows with snow white flights. And she know this bow will have an aim most true. But then her vision is distorted by the old man in the robes. His skin crackling under the dark rays, and his body slowly turning black, before it shatters, and the pieces fly around in the blast.<br/><br/></span></span><hr/>{Kara}<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: vivaldi;"><br/>Somewhere in the richer part of the city a young noblewoman dreams of times long past, in her parents house, and how she slowly developed into a healer and an individual. She dreams of the stories her patients tell her of adventure and glory. Of fighting monsters and daemons, of healing the sick and wounded Suddenly she finds herself in an old temple. And on the temple she finds a chalice radiating the purest blue light. It seems like its filled with the healing energies of the celestial plain. Suddenly her vision turns to see the old man being consumed by the dark energies, until he suddenly, violently explodes.<br/></span></span><hr/>{Rava}<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: vivaldi;"><br/>Back over in the poorer part of town a young outcast girl sleeps in a rundown house. Odd, for she is no longer poor, but this place has become home to her. And it's occupants perhaps a sort of family. Not remotely loved, and certainly not trusted, but perhaps accepted. She dreams of wealth and fortune, and of mystical powers. Of crushing her enemies, and of ruling. Suddenly her dreams take her to a long staircase. And on that staircase, she sees a Big glowing mist, bright blue. And suddenly she sees herself putting her hands in the mist and take out a small object. A golden ring, fashioned with a pair of ram's horns on top. She sees the man, who mouths something to her. ~Find the ring~ before he explodes into a million pieces<br/><br/></span></span><hr/>Each of them is rudely awakened from their dream by a loud rumble and the shaking of the building. An earthquake? There have never been earthquakes in Waterdeep, so what could be going on? As they look out the window, they see panic in the street. People are running around, some of the weaker buildings have collapsed, or are at least damaged. The city is in uproar. Suddenly, a part of their dream flows back into their minds. Not all, just a few details. The man who exploded, and the fact there was treasure waiting for them underneath the city. The details are hazy, but one thing they know for sure. The answer can be found in the undermountain. And it becomes clear in their mind: The only way to reach the undermountain is through the yawning portal inn.