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My Dreamwalker System

Xander Nyxon was born with a gift: the ability to lift the veil of sleep and travel to the world beyond. He is one of the few rare individuals who can enter dreams and nightmares at will. While most Dreamwalkers ply their trade on the Dreamscape, Xander Nyxon is one of the reckless few who travels to the Nightscape seeking answers from the deceased. However, walking through nightmares is a perilous task even for the most experienced Dreamwalker. A thin veil separates the real world from the realm beyond, holding the terrors of the Nightscape at bay. But things quickly go wrong when a group of cultists cause the wall between the worlds to crumble. What happens when dreams and nightmares merge with the real world and twisted Ethereals start clawing their way out of the Nightscape? *** Xander was lifted off his feet and pushed back several paces. He desperately tried to get back on the ground, but his legs kept dangling mid-air. “I knew you’d be coming,” the mysterious figure whispered, pulling his hood back to reveal a hideous face riddled with scars. He was blind in the left eye and all his teeth were grimy black. “What the hell are you freaks up to?” Xander growled, desperately trying to break free from the cultist’s grasp. “Who are you guys?” The cultist smiled at this and replied, “Our names are inconsequential, Dreamwalker. But I think you already know what we are up to. Our world is plagued by sin. It is time for it to be cleansed by the Dark Deity’s blessing!” What to expect? 1. Dungeons. 2. Magic. 3. Creatures from folklore, myth and fantasy. 4. A level-up system with skill upgrades. 5. Mystery and adventure. [If you like the story, do consider buying privilege/premium chapters to help me out. Thanks!] [On hiatus]

Ashdenroth · Fantasie
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Inside the witch’s lair

Xander followed the snaking path through the field of ripe wheat, guided by the last rays of the dying sun. As the day drew to a close, it painted the sky in a haze of orange splashed with patches of greying yellow.

The tranquil gaze of the twilight sun washed the fields in a golden hue, stretching out the shadows to lifelike proportions.

Everything had suddenly gone completely silent, and the only sound which reached the Dreamwalker's ears was the crackling of dry leaves under his boots as he walked out of the wheat field.

Holding the rusty sickle in his right hand, Xander marched forward, his eyes fixed on the cottage in the distance. It wasn't protected by a fence, but there were tiny garden gnomes scattered around it.

Having been deceived by the Gremkins once, Xander was wary of these seemingly harmless figurines. Instead of approaching the cottage from the front, he walked around it, carefully avoiding the gnomes in his path.