The Dreams of Wanwier

These dreams were sent by Damalanthas Quithas to Wanwier the Dark, in retaliation for the attack on Burr Lockfoot and the savage murder of his family. It is now uncertain if Wanwier was actually responsible, since the Hive Del-Frar beholders were in control of the city at that stage.
The First Dream (2705:2:27)
The darkness of dreaming is soft, still, and comforting. You know that you are asleep, but somehow are on the edge of waking…

A faint light begins to enter the darkness. At first, you think that it might be the dawn, but then the reddish glow begins to become slowly clearer, and you can see two depthless eyes looking at you. You focus as a cold slap shakes your head. You are angry at the insult and lack of respect, but quickly find that you cannot move. The cold hand caresses your stinging face, it numbs under the icy chill and you cannot even blink. The form steps back and you can see a halfling in front of you, innocence transformed to wrath. You recognise the dead Manticorum, his pallid skin a contrast to the dull red eyes. He touches you again, stealing more strength from your body. A crooked finger slowly approaches your eye, and you can feel the excruciating pain as he slowly tugs it out of its socket. You can even see from a very strange dual viewpoint as he leans over your helpless form and places your eye in his mouth. His foetid breath sickens you, his tongue caresses your eye and you can see and feel the teeth clamp shut before everything goes red and then black, the pain overwhelming you. Slurring over the mouthful, the halfling whispers in your ear as your consciousness recedes:

"Every evil visited upon the innocent shall be returned to you threefold. I am but the first messenger, beware your deeds…"

The Second Dream (2705:3:5)
The street is still and quiet as you look upon your handiwork. The stench of death can be smelled from the house of the short runts. A gentle wind blows the familiar but disturbing smell your way. The body of the halfling woman rocks gently in the breeze, back and forth, back and forth. You grow uncomfortable with the scene. Something is odd. It is only after some moments that you realise the woman’s eyes follow you as she sways in the noose. The uncomfortable feeling gets more intense as you realise she is now looking behind you. Spinning you see the gaunt ethereal form of a halfling rush towards you, his eyes dull red and his sneer reeking with death. His hands push you hard in the chest, a burst of cold pain pushes the breath from your body...

You can see your body falling in front of you, you float idly backward, somewhat disoriented. The halfling passes through your body, still following you, pushing you. Cold hands clasp your shoulders from behind... Sensation returns as you feel yourself swinging gently in a world of grey. The street in front of your unblinking eyes rocks back and forth, back and forth, gently in the breeze. As a raven perches on your shoulder, you can see your body get up and turn to face you. The raven begins to peck at your unblinking eyes, the half-runt woman sneers at you hanging in her corpse, and settles down to watch the birds at their work...