A dream:

The dreams starts out as so many do of the flashing of brilliant light followed by spaces of darkness. You are unaware of anything other that these brilliant flashes then immense lack of light.

The world comes into focus and you find yourself in a amongst a great many buildings. Most here are made of polished stone and wood. You are not familiar with the architecture, you haven't seen anything quite like this before in your travels. You are between two of these buildings in some kind of alleyway. You can smell smoke in the air, lots of smoke, many other smells, the smell of copper and rusted metal smell, along side a litany of other smells. You can hear panicked screaming in the distance coming from around the corner. A woman's scream, there is no mistaking that. You rush out from between the two buildings and you can now see down the long street. Almost from horizon to horizon you can see, the road makes a large straight split in the buildings. There in the streets you can see dozens of bodies, humans, they were once, cut and ripped open. Their blood pooling beneath them and filling the cracks in the stone street.

The ones you can see here all appear to be wearing simple clothes, some more ornate than others but you don't see anyone that was wearing anything resembling armor. The men appear to wear a simple garment that hangs from the shoulders and goes all the way to the feet with a belt binding it around the waist, it has a slit up the side that would have allowed for quicker movement, not quick enough it would appear.

The woman wear similarly simple clothes but the garments they wear flows out to a skirt or dress shape below the belt. Most that you can see are wearing simple sandals most appear to be made of leather and bound by straps to the leg. The clothes are different colors and have different trims and belts, some wear wear jewelry made of gold with small bits of gems while other have simple necklaces with stone or bone beads.

Regardless of who they were they all appear to have died in a violent manner. Most it seems were killed by bladed weapons, not particularly sharp weapons, or perhaps sharp claws and powerful talons, by the looks of the wounds. Powerful strikes done with great ferocity with some level of skill by not particular sharp or perhaps not particularly well- made weapons. As you look to your left you can see more building towering in the distance and great plumes of fire and black smoke rising from them. You can hear more screaming from that direction many voices in a language you don't understand. Some seem to be screams of commands while others are just simple screams of pain and fear. The smoke from the buildings builds high into the sky, a great column of dark smoke filling the sky and pouring out in different directions once it reached a certain height.

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The people here at your feet and laying in the street are all silent, some are still moving small amounts or breathing raspily. Whatever caused this has is no longer here, it has moved on, almost certainly where all the screaming is now coming from. None of these people seem to have any kind of weapon on them, not a dagger or sword in the lot. Some look like may have offered some kind of protest to their slaughter but most seems to have been taken either by surprise or as they were running away.

Some of the buildings around you too are on fire, the flames spreading from corners of what looks like it might be shops or homes working their ways towards engulfing the whole structure. These small fires in its normal predictable manner care not for what else might be going on and will do their work and consume and grow and spread. The air around you is getting thicker and thicker with smoke, you can smell wood burning as well as hair and other things.

You look up the street and there is a large polished stone building just a few steps toward the sound. As you move that way you can see just above the entrance to the building a large plaque or emblem. It is as tall as a man and made of some material that has been guilded with gold leaf that you can see has started to flake off with time. It is a large sunburst with stringed instrument over top. You can see blood pooling in the doorway and a pair of sandaled feet can be seen just inside. More victims of whatever is going on. You take a step closer and you can see that they belong to an older man, simple white clothes, with a large medallion around his neck. The same symbol as above the door. You look back up at it, the large sunburst staring back down at you.

You wake.