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SORCERER ADAMA
Hmm that's weird. I guess its because of a lifetime of loneliness I looked into the spirit world for friends. Occasionally I have to tell many of them to leave cause I feel suffocated.
This character isn't a friend. He is from dreams I had a long time ago (a decade?).
He was a high priest of a civilization long ago that lived in peace.
A dark being tempted the rulers with power by giving them visions of a staff. Some wanted the staff, others wanted to destroy it.
There was a cursed cave in the desert that would kill anyone who entered. It was later blocked off by heavy timbers to keep people out.
It was revealed that the staff was in its depths.
A large number of priests, monks, commoners, kings, and sages gathered at the entrance of the cave.
The dark being clothed in rags climbed his way up from the depths, holding a staff topped with a swirling plasmic orb.
The greed and dischord that was sown in the humans had come to fruit. He was now allowed to leave his dark prison.
The humans started prying down the barricade. Then, suddenly, they all fell as a wave of death emanated from behind the wall.
The huge timbers exploded, the shrapnel killing a hundred more.
Standing at the entrance of the cave was the dark one holding the staff. (He was too 'evil' for me to see him despite my best efforts)
The high priest Adama stood before him, surrounded by the fallen.
Adama begged for his life and the life of his wife.
In exchange for his servitude, Adama was granted enhanced power and immortality. His wife was spared.
But his wife was not given immortality and she died. This made him spiteful to himself, the dark one, and all life.
Adama's service was to bring about the corruption of the world by summoning demons through portals. He did this in a high tower jutting out of the ruins of a city. The demons gathered in a black cloud outside the tower. The inhabitants of the city ruins were sick and badly mutated. Except for one, she was not sick, or mutated, and everyone ridiculed and picked on her.
Meanwhile, the dark one was busy destroying civilizations. I saw occasional scenes in various dreams. One he was standing on a Aztec like pyramid surrounded by an army. Using the staff he destroyed them all with what looked like an atomic explosion.
Still no idea what that was all about. Dream interpretation revealed no messages. I was a naked point of consciousness when I was being given this history lesson. It is my first epic dream.
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