You were on a boat floating on a sea of stars, an empty expanse of eternity that The Nameless One cleared so that he could fill it with Ten Thousand Wonders. The sky was silvery dark, and the stars were watching you as you passed. You knew their names: Acamar, the white corpse star whose motions and behemoth size send celestial objects that draw too close spiraling to their doom; Hadar, the hungry red cinder being smothered by the cloaking black nebula of Ibhar; Caïphon, the treacherously friendly purple star on the horizon, so eager to help yet sometimes leading to betrayal; and there, rising before you, the baleful green of Gibbeth. You know you must not stare at it. You know you must not think on it. You know that, but you cannot help but do so anyway.

The boat floats toward a sullen shore lit only by Gibbeth's pale jade light. A cyclopean city stretches across the banks of purple crystal -- a city that seems empty and hollow, though you can see lights here and there twinkling in the gloom. The sea below you becomes clouded and milky. You look up at the ferryman behind you, a pale, nearly skeletal creature wearing rotted robes and burial wraps, eyes glowing red in the light of the flaming lantern atop the pole it carries. The ferryman's eternal rictus grin gives you no answers.

Waiting for you at the docks is The Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes. She smiles at you, and your heart breaks. She reaches down and clasps your hand. It is feverishly warm, a contrast to the chill of Gibbeth's jade light. You cannot help but shiver as you step up to her. She holds you for a long moment, whispering many things to you, though her mouth never moves. She presses a key made of silvery crystal into your hand. "Come," she says. "We are waiting for you."

You pull away, clutching the key tightly in your hand, so hard it cuts your palm and blood begins to trickle down your arm. You wander past the docks and into the city, past the people with blind-white eyes who follow your movements, past the sweeteaters with their too-white grins, past the open taverns that smell of stale beer, sex, and dreamlily. You travel to a mausoleum, standing proud, and begin to step down the darkened stairs. There is a stone door before you, and you know that the key will open it.

Within is treasure beyond measure. Within are horrors beyond counting. You feel warm hands slide up the back of your neck. "We are waiting," The Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes whispers into your ear, her breath raising the hairs on the back of your neck. "Use the key. Open the door. See what awaits beyond. We are waiting for you."

Her mouth moves toward yours, to kiss, to bite...you don't know. You scream, and jerk awake in a cold sweat, feverish and wide-eyed.



You have been given a key made of silver and dreams. You know it will take you somewhere strange and fantastic, a place of madness and danger on the edge of reality. It is a place that can make your dreams come true...but nightmares are dreams, too. And you might never return to the life you once knew. Do you dare to use the key? Do you dare to discover what waits beyond the door?

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Greetings, adventurers! I'm looking for players to explore the Lovecraftian wonders of Dreamheart, where The Mad God Ixilat dwells, luring in adventurers from across the multiverse! This is D&D-inspired Savage Worlds Adventure Edition fantasy campaign. If you're interested, come take a look! link to another game