Set in the Tales from Forgotten Europa campaign setting, this Tome contains the visions as bestowed upon Dorak Grimface during his vision quest far into the East – into the mountains of Russ

On this long journey, which started at Dorak’s coming-of-age quest, the dwarf found his calling, himself, and his limits. His achievements and return to his home far in the North earned him much recognition, and, eventually, the title of Thane of Karak Belgrin.

“8th of Harvestmont, 18,506 Anno Drannorae.”

This came to me as I sat on the doorsteps of a dilapidated building shortly after a scuffle with a few gang brutes known as The Bulls:

I stand in a village torn by war and destruction. Everything is black-and-white – the walls, the ground, the sky. I hear a noise in a distance – cheering, or crying, I cannot tell, but there are very many voices. I move through the abandoned village, most buildings reduced to rubble. I move around the corner of one of the few buildings still standing only to realize it is merely a single wall that’s left. Behind it is a large pit filled with broken weapons, armors, and shields. There are axes, rusted through and their shafts missing. There are spears, swords, bows and halberds. There are shields, big and small. I start digging through them, searching for something. The sound in the distance is now more distinct – it is cheering I hear. I dig for a while, bent on finding something. Three feet into the pit I notice a white light – a silver ‘sword’ – as perfect as a shaft of light. My gaze fixes on it, for it is the only thing that has any brilliance to it in this place. I reach to grab it, and the vision fades away

This came to shortly after another battle with the bulls. As I stood there examining the carnage the bulls and the scorpions caused, I was again pushed into a vision:

I stand in a large cave. The red, orange, and gold hues of a fire burning bright in a magnificent forge reflected of the walls and ceiling. My back was to the forge, and my eyes fixed upon the darkness just beyond the light’s reach. Around my sword arm was a large, black chain, held taught by a vicious dog. The dogs broad shoulders pointed into the darkness, and every muscle in its arms, back, and legs indicated that it sensed something just beyond the sight. Its hair, colorful and reflecting each color of the forge, stood straight, indicating a heightened state of alertness. I too sensed that there was something in the darkness – but that it was afraid… afraid of my dog, and remained beyond my sight. I started for a moment and then the vision faded, and I was once again standing in the street of Belrael.

This came to me while I was in the reverie, sitting in the presence of Jakob the Slayer King:

I am a child again – a young dwarf watching his father work the winter forge. It is dark and cold outside, and the wind hauls outside in the dark of night. Only the heat of the forge keeps us warm… and alive. I ask my father to break the forge – to hit it with his hammer so that things are right again. He scolds me for disturbing him but I know it is important, so I ask again, and again. He again looks sternly at me, but this time he sees the wisdom of my request and says “You’re right.” And with a mighty swing he smashed the forge, releasing the fires burning inside. And with that, the cold, dark winter outside turns into warm spring, and I feel the sun once again. As I stare to the horizon the vision fades, and I find myself sitting at the Slayer King’s table

“9th of Harvestmont, 18,506 Anno Drannorae.”

On the way back from Belrael and a day’s travel from Arkangyl I had this vision:

“The world’s but a toy
for any young boy
the Sun goes spinning ‘round his bed

Though not what he seems
she still dares and he dreams
be wary
his despair might just CUT OFF YOUR HEAD”

This was a very brief vision in Arkangyl having just heard from Khalid that Beordun appeared to Raethe and spoke to him:

I look at a general store and I notice that the prices of all goods are absurdly high – things that cost copper are now priced in gold! A voice from a distance whispers: “The price is high – you must EARN it” – and the vision fades away