Welcome to the Dreamer's Home.
    You are standing just within the gates of the castle known as Dreamer's Home.  The arched hallway before you leads to a small cul-de-sac, in the center of which a book lies on a pedestal.  Standing next to the pedestal is a young boy with a gentle smile and eyes that are older than his form would indicate.  He is dressed in full ceremonial regalia.  His chain-mail armor is polished to a brilliant shine, his white tabard proudly displays the crimson, eight-pointed star that is his symbol, and a bright red cape floats gently at his back.  His crown, a silver circlet set with a ruby cut like his symbol, rests lightly on his brow.  He is the king of this castle, the Image Lord himself.
    "I am the Dreamer, and I bid you welcome to my home.  Please feel free to look around at your leisure.  I have only one rule in my home: leave all doubt and disbelief behind at the door.  In my realm, nothing is impossable.  I regret that I cannot give you a personal tour, but I am still in the process of dreaming this castle into being.  None the less, my servants shall keep you company and serve you as best they can.  Enjoy your stay.  Oh, and if you need to contact me, just hold this ring aloft and call my name."  He tosses you a ruby signet-ring and, with a mischievious wink, is gone in a flash of light.
    The book lies open on the pedestal, a quill lieing next to it at the ready.  The door to the throne-room is on the far side of the cul-de-sac.  To the left lies the entrance to the library, and the Hall of Images is off to your right.


O.o Well...been a while since I've updated, despite my past ambitions. Been a while since I've even been able to open this site. Sorry for the delay.



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