I'm an Android Developer by day, but enjoy dabbling with other stacks. I also enjoy playing TTRPG games solo and writing up my adventures for other people to read about.
Thomas Cook Blog
A sense of great contentment and calm descends upon you and feel transported from your current physical location to some other plane or place
You see a great golden ethereal throne room with a council of elves
An elf receives a gauntlet and some documents from the council
The council instructs the elf to deliver the gauntlet to the Efreets, to seal an alliance which will last ten thousand years
Your sense of calm dissipates, and you begin to feel frenetic and anxious
You see a muscular, extremely handsome red fire deamon
He is gambling wildly in darkened dens and living a lavish life
One day he loses a massive bet to a laughing elf
He becomes enraged and leaves the table
In an an alley, you see him kill the laughing elf
From the body, he picks up a bejeweled gauntlet and a sheaf of papers
After reading the paper, he becomes visibly anxious and flees the scene
Some time has passed, it feels like centuries
You see the handsome deamon fleeing across worlds and entire planes of existence
More time passes, it is beyond your understanding how much
You see the deamon aboard a vessel of fire and ash amongst a great ocean
In the distance, an archipelago comes into view
He makes landfall, you hear familiar birdcall and waves lapping against a stony beach
The deamon discovers vast caverns filled with translucent red crystals of dancing red flame
The deamon seems to recognize the crystals and he looks upwards as if to the gods and begins laughing
You feel confused and discombobulated, as if you are witnessing something that should not be possible
The deamon is parlaying with a being you could not describe as it’s form is like nothing a mortal mind could comprehend
The being places a gigantic mirrored crystal within a lavishly appointed bedchamber
You smell acrid smoke and your skin sears as if on fire and you sense a great evil
The deamon strikes a deal with creatures made of fire and ash
A score of large muscular creatures walk forth through a portal, a hundred or more
They toil away in caverns, mining the red crystal and carrying boxes of it back through the portal
Time passes
You hear the creatures of fire and ash learning of a secret
The ash beings demand more and more of the deamon
Yet more time passes
There is a cold breeze and the sound of trees blowing in the wind
In a clearing within an overgrown jungle, the deamon and his cadre are separating the large muscular creatures into two groups
The deamon is snorting red powder and pacing hysterically
Suddenly a flash, then you smell burning flesh and sense a great terror
It is night time now
Steel clashes, the cries of combat and magic fill the air
You sense victory, freedom and a kernel of great justice
