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 Session Summary
-Session 34 – More Druids…More Druids!
 We started off tonight’s session in the thick of it, again. We still had five druids, three of their berserkers, a goliath, and a pile of rats. The lights stated giving us issues again. Deb was getting frustrated! We continued the battle, and they attempted to best us. There were Thunder Waves, Call Lightnings, and many other spells. More spells than you can shake a stick at. What does that even mean? Oh, and rats, even the stupid rats scored a good hit on Rinn. Dain takes a druid out on his first hit. He turns to another nearby damages it. Snoggly has three additional images of himself available to be hit. Should someone attack him, there is a good chance that they would hit one of these images instead of him. This proved out very quickly as one of his images was destroyed.
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 **Zanfyr’s crazy dream**
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 Your sleep that night is troubled. You dream of youth..., a teacher in a forest grove, you do not know or recall this place or the people yet it all feels very familiar. As if from your childhood, a druid speaks to you in a forest glade, green and teeming with life and birdsong. "Repeat what you know of the Ladies Three, the Rozana."
 Your voice lilts as you reply,
 "The Weaver of the river's run, weaves ripples since the world begun. Rippled frost and rippled fire, Rippling lightning over rocky spire. Joyful Rozana dancing with her ilk Feasts of honey, berries, fruits, and milk.
 The Huntress haunts the forest deep, Goes where beast and monster sleep. Her lithe movements, stealth perfected; Tracks her quarry, nondetected. Silent Rozana, makes predator prey. Proper preparation makes her favor sway.
 The Seeker, eldest Lady fair, Walks mountains roiled with stormy air; Enduring as the granite stone, Seeking daughter lost to vast unknown. Strong Rozana, holder of life's retention, Only willing blood captures her attention."
 As you speak each verse, the teacher crafts a magical representation of the goddesses. One by one they appear in the glade, moving around you in interweaving circles.
 "We honor the Ladies at the Three Fanes of Cerunnos..."
 As the teacher begins to speak and continue the lesson, suddenly a cold wind blows. The sun vanishes in an immediate dusk and standing beside the teacher are two dark figures.
 One is tall with dusky skin, pale from lack of sunlight. His pointed ears stab out from beneath long lank hair. His cold eyes peering beneath an ugly scar across the length of his forehead.
 The other man is even paler. His jet-black hair is kept swept back from his face, resulting in a prominent brow and widow's peak. His dark, liquid eyes lock onto you with an intensity that sends fear down the length of your spine. He's dressed exquisitely with a ruby-and-gold necklace over a blood red vest, fitting tight on his lean but muscular physique.
 A sword flashes in the hand of the scarred man and the screams of a thousand men, women, and children fill your ears. He grabs the teacher from behind and slowly begins to push the sword in between the shoulder blades. The scarred man repeats the teacher's words with a mocking voice, "Repeat what you know of the Ladies Three, the Rozana."
 Your limbs move lethargically, as time stretches impossibly slow. The sword pierces through the teacher's breast.
 The finely dressed man smiles at you with a fanged grin, then opens his mouth, unhinging his jaw like a serpent until it's impossibly wide. With uncanny speed he grabs the visions of the dancing Rozana and one by one swallows them whole. The gaping mouth turns on you, surrounding you with its voice, "I am the Ancient! I am the Land!"
 His hand reaches for you... You wake up with a start. You try to scream but your mouth makes no sound! You try to sit up but your body refuses to move! The hungry gaze of liquid eyes smolders above you, and then all of a sudden, the vision, and the paralysis leave you and you gasp in the darkness.
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 Kyana noticed, during her watch, that Zanfyr was resting but it appeared that it was a fitful rest. After we completed our rest, Kyana asked Zanfyr about his sleep. He explained to her about the dream he had. Dain’s exhaustion was lifted after a good rest. We discussed what we needed to do next. We moved back out to the main room and searched it again. We found some Druidic writing on the wall! Zanfyr moved up to investigate it.