That evil mage of old, the Sleep Wizard, servant of Morpheus, the weaker brother of death, has cast his vile spell upon me. His chains of laziness have been tied to my body and drag me down deeply into the Ocean of Dorme where he seeks to drown me. I try to fight his incantations, but my body its weak and easily succumbs to his incantations.
Tonight, the Queen off Amazonia and I travel many miles over hills and valleys to the great city that is the end and yet not the end, to hear the minstrels of the Ancient One sing great songs of war and triumph. We will gather with many warriors such as ourselves and celebrate with much cheer. I will seek the aid of Caffeinus and the Dew of the Mountain to help fight the Sleep Wizard.
Tonight, the Queen off Amazonia and I travel many miles over hills and valleys to the great city that is the end and yet not the end, to hear the minstrels of the Ancient One sing great songs of war and triumph. We will gather with many warriors such as ourselves and celebrate with much cheer. I will seek the aid of Caffeinus and the Dew of the Mountain to help fight the Sleep Wizard.
