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Character from a dream I had the other night. I was a wizard leading a team to fight Nazis who had taken over a boarding school. I summoned a boogeyman to go ahead of us and catch them off guard. I named him Booger because he didn’t talk or have a name. He could become invisible at will, but if injured he became visible again. Though he followed my orders there was a sense that he could ignore me and do his own thing at any time.

Storytime!
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Taak Hade was proud to be the only Desert Ghoul in the roomful of human officers. His shoes were polished and his claws ground short enough nick the quicks. Father stood alert behind him, ready to pull the wheelchair away if things went weird. A justified precaution when working with wizards.
The wizard, Mr. Denovan, didn’t fit the image of the polished Cupician intellectuals who stooped to aid their less affluent sister city. His beard was scruffy, his dress simple, and an outdoorsy scent mingled with the standard potion’s ingredients. Taak couldn’t tell if the symbols he drew around the chalk circle were mysterious, or obscured by bad penmanship. He hoped the experiment wouldn’t end in an interesting story for tomorrow’s gossip papers.
Taak scented the air, gauging the mood of Mountark’s new Chief of police. She smelled tense but free of fear. Father said she was young, intelligent, open to bringing new tactics into the wa

Other dream characters

Talking to GodIn my twenty-fourth year of life I was selected for the annual duty of "person who talks to God." I suppose I should have been flattered by what that said about my expanding fame. The offerings for the previous two years were a philosopher and a scientist, both well into their fifties and highly esteemed within their guilds. They had never bothered to send a taleteller, and an apprentice at that.
God was handled by a collaboration between the two guilds, you see. The scientists tried to explain him and the philosophers tried to understand him. They did an equally excellent job at failing to accomplish either.
I can't say I was looking forward to my impending encounter with the divine. God had developed quite a taste for human flesh.
It should be noted that God is a self-appointed title. The creature claims to have come to our world from another dimension. He also invokes this fact as explanation for the reason our weapons have no effect at either harming or subduing him. I never did le Chao vs. the Fish-ThingsLiu Chao stepped through the portal, left the cold wind behind, and found himself on a beach. The sky was deep twilight blue, but the breeze ruffling his greasy hair was still warm. Clumps of snow clinging to his coat commenced melting. Distant voices rose over the gentle crash of waves. He could make out two figures and a fire near the water’s edge. The scent of fragrant smoke and cooking meat made his empty stomach roar to life.
Chao prodded the sand with his cane and frowned. “I appreciate you sending me someplace warm this time,” he said, “but could you have let me out at the bottom? You did this because I called you a space lizard, didn’t you?”
A low, joyful sound rose out of the wind and vacillated in and out of hearing. Though the Portal Maker did not communicate using human language, Chao had learned to recognize the entity’s laughter. Despite his great and unknowable power, he seemed at times to possess a rather human sense of humor.
T Soul FlyUncle Levi and Auntie Gertrude and Katie didn’t miss Gramma. They didn’t even think about her until her Soul Fly Day came. Their flies were silver with big sparkly opal eyes, but Momma said the wood ones Grampa carved for us were just as good.
It was my first Soul Fly Day ever. Momma got me a new black dress and told me it was all right to cry. Katie’s dress had white ruffles and silver flies stitched into it. She pointed at my wood fly and called us poor.
There were so many people there was barely enough room for the shaman to get to Gramma. Everyone got real quiet so we could hear him say words I didn’t understand. Gramma’s Soul Fly came out of her mouth and started flying over us. It was like a paper doll, only just black. It landed on my head and Momma cheered and we sang Soul Fly Day songs. Katie whined about how she should have got the blessing because her fly was so pretty.
And that’s how my painting won first prize at the fair.

Description
Character from a dream I had the other night. I was a wizard leading a team to fight Nazis who had taken over a boarding school. I summoned a boogeyman to go ahead of us and catch them off guard. I named him Booger because he didn’t talk or have a name. He could become invisible at will, but if injured he became visible again. Though he followed my orders there was a sense that he could ignore me and do his own thing at any time.

Storytime!
Boog-BoogPrevious
Taak Hade was proud to be the only Desert Ghoul in the roomful of human officers. His shoes were polished and his claws ground short enough nick the quicks. Father stood alert behind him, ready to pull the wheelchair away if things went weird. A justified precaution when working with wizards.
The wizard, Mr. Denovan, didn’t fit the image of the polished Cupician intellectuals who stooped to aid their less affluent sister city. His beard was scruffy, his dress simple, and an outdoorsy scent mingled with the standard potion’s ingredients. Taak couldn’t tell if the symbols he drew around the chalk circle were mysterious, or obscured by bad penmanship. He hoped the experiment wouldn’t end in an interesting story for tomorrow’s gossip papers.
Taak scented the air, gauging the mood of Mountark’s new Chief of police. She smelled tense but free of fear. Father said she was young, intelligent, open to bringing new tactics into the wa

Other dream characters

Talking to GodIn my twenty-fourth year of life I was selected for the annual duty of "person who talks to God." I suppose I should have been flattered by what that said about my expanding fame. The offerings for the previous two years were a philosopher and a scientist, both well into their fifties and highly esteemed within their guilds. They had never bothered to send a taleteller, and an apprentice at that.
God was handled by a collaboration between the two guilds, you see. The scientists tried to explain him and the philosophers tried to understand him. They did an equally excellent job at failing to accomplish either.
I can't say I was looking forward to my impending encounter with the divine. God had developed quite a taste for human flesh.
It should be noted that God is a self-appointed title. The creature claims to have come to our world from another dimension. He also invokes this fact as explanation for the reason our weapons have no effect at either harming or subduing him. I never did le Chao vs. the Fish-ThingsLiu Chao stepped through the portal, left the cold wind behind, and found himself on a beach. The sky was deep twilight blue, but the breeze ruffling his greasy hair was still warm. Clumps of snow clinging to his coat commenced melting. Distant voices rose over the gentle crash of waves. He could make out two figures and a fire near the water’s edge. The scent of fragrant smoke and cooking meat made his empty stomach roar to life.
Chao prodded the sand with his cane and frowned. “I appreciate you sending me someplace warm this time,” he said, “but could you have let me out at the bottom? You did this because I called you a space lizard, didn’t you?”
A low, joyful sound rose out of the wind and vacillated in and out of hearing. Though the Portal Maker did not communicate using human language, Chao had learned to recognize the entity’s laughter. Despite his great and unknowable power, he seemed at times to possess a rather human sense of humor.
T Soul FlyUncle Levi and Auntie Gertrude and Katie didn’t miss Gramma. They didn’t even think about her until her Soul Fly Day came. Their flies were silver with big sparkly opal eyes, but Momma said the wood ones Grampa carved for us were just as good.
It was my first Soul Fly Day ever. Momma got me a new black dress and told me it was all right to cry. Katie’s dress had white ruffles and silver flies stitched into it. She pointed at my wood fly and called us poor.
There were so many people there was barely enough room for the shaman to get to Gramma. Everyone got real quiet so we could hear him say words I didn’t understand. Gramma’s Soul Fly came out of her mouth and started flying over us. It was like a paper doll, only just black. It landed on my head and Momma cheered and we sang Soul Fly Day songs. Katie whined about how she should have got the blessing because her fly was so pretty.
And that’s how my painting won first prize at the fair.