Dreams

Writing Exercise Question: If given the chance, what dream would you fulfill?

Adran: Do you even need to ask? The Defilers in the ground, the Dragon burned to ash, the Seas restored, and forests spreading freely over the land.
Aleyn: A Grand Palace, walls lined with gold, and mortal servants bowing down before me wherever I go. I’m well on the way.
Aristes: Well, I have this recurring one. Kes, wearing nothing but a… Oh! You mean my goals? Umm…. sorry, can’t seem to think of any at the moment.
Azad: Well, the Nibenese bounty hunters off my scent would be nice. Otherwise, I’m living it. I get paid to kill, and paid not to kill. I buy whatever, and whoever I want, and I can pick up and leave at a moment’s notice if I want!
Betresh-Lal: I… want an end I can be proud of.
Cha’ka: To serve the clutch well. Life is much more simple when that is your only dream. That you will admit to.
Davion: Funny, if you asked me a month ago, it would have been something high minded, fostering a new generation of peace and honour or the like. But right now…. I just wish to be able to walk again.
Dragonborn Arena Master: Well, I already have a lovely lady, power, martial prowess, children, and wealth. I guess… I could really go for a nice ale to wash that all down with.
Elthea: I… don’t even know. Everything has gotten so confusing.
Haneth Tsalaxa: Death of the ones who killed my children. I want them strung up on the walls, slowly pecked to death by Kestrekel’s as a message to all those who would dare threaten the House of Tsalaxa!
Harzen Scorchedskull: Undead don’t sleep. What need have I of dreams?
Moiraine: Well, I wouldn’t mind seeing that bastard Titarion short a head or so. We are still treating the wounded from his attempted Psionic coup. And much as I hate Losk, she didn’t deserve what happened to her.
Mr. Bread: A Vast Criminal Empire, in all seven cities! Make those nobles rue the day they thought to step on us little people!
Nihlus Vor: Gold, Women, and a straight shaft. For my arrows.
Slice: I’d like to compose a song that is sung from the Ringing Mountains to the Islands in the Silt Sea. Uniting the world in Song, if nothing else, is a fine dream to have.
Verin Mathwin: Hmm… being able to go somewhere without having to drain a canteen of water every hour would be nice. It’s very limiting.

Dreams

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