War for Hirestel - Dreamwalking

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Many warbands found or fought their way into Qhaysh; and after the destruction of the lone realmgate that allowed passage back and forth, those armies were lost and perhaps forever so. All armies but one.

Bloodied and worn down, the lone army to get through the realmgate before the war that erupted around it were The Dreamwalkers - a specialist group of Wanderers known for being thrown into very dangerous situations and going forth without fear. Dressed in all white with spots of light blue on their cloaks, The Dreamwalkers blended in with their surroundings on this moonlit evening.
The survivors of the warband weren't slowed down due to their trials in the previous months, moving quickly to return to their home with word of their findings. A massive Forest Dragon glided silently over the band of aelves, keeping an eye out for danger and shrouding the precious cargo that The Dreamwalkers were hurriedly transporting below. You see, they didn't just have secrets to bring back to their kin.

On a wagon pulled by Glade Riders was a massive object hiding beneath a cloth covering and tied down tightly on all sides. No one in the company spoke as they rode, even when the object seemed to emit a strange glow for several seconds at a time. Several artifacts survived the trip through the realmgate, but none were filled with such obvious power as what was on that wagon. The Spellweaver that met the group at the gate to aide in their return was the only member of the troop showing any emotion.

And that emotion was concern. "Whatever is on that wagon does not belong in this realm," she whispered. She looked to the stern riders to either side of her and the gallant and scarred warriors all around. She hoped their bravery and curiosity wouldn't be their annihilation.