This dream is associated with Gates to Oblivion. Date: D182, Y976. You are staring over a well-coifed lady's shoulder; looking at her with a highly nervous air is an Emir; based on his prominently displayed badge, you believe him to be the Emir of the Wyrmland Marches, the sultanate nearest Wyrmland. The Wyrmland Marches are subordinate to the Sultanate of the Southern Midlands, and that sultan is Cid's liege lord. The emir is briefing the lady on the various points of her upcoming speech, assuring both her and himself that the waiting crowd are ready for her, ready for their "True Empress".
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| - This dream is associated with Gates to Oblivion. Date: D182, Y976. You are staring over a well-coifed lady's shoulder; looking at her with a highly nervous air is an Emir; based on his prominently displayed badge, you believe him to be the Emir of the Wyrmland Marches, the sultanate nearest Wyrmland. The Wyrmland Marches are subordinate to the Sultanate of the Southern Midlands, and that sultan is Cid's liege lord. The emir is briefing the lady on the various points of her upcoming speech, assuring both her and himself that the waiting crowd are ready for her, ready for their "True Empress".
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| - This dream is associated with Gates to Oblivion. Date: D182, Y976. You are staring over a well-coifed lady's shoulder; looking at her with a highly nervous air is an Emir; based on his prominently displayed badge, you believe him to be the Emir of the Wyrmland Marches, the sultanate nearest Wyrmland. The Wyrmland Marches are subordinate to the Sultanate of the Southern Midlands, and that sultan is Cid's liege lord. The emir is briefing the lady on the various points of her upcoming speech, assuring both her and himself that the waiting crowd are ready for her, ready for their "True Empress". In the middle of a reiteration of one of his previous points, the curtain that has been blocking the audience from the lady begins to part and rise. The emir immediately falls quiet and moves away and behind the lady. As she steps forward, you are once again gazing out over the meadow in the hollow. You hardly have time to recognize this before you are whirled around - now you are in the meadow, looking up at the lady on the stage, your Empress. It is Jamal!
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