[The Overlord and his minions arrive in the Evernight Forest, right on schedule. Just after they emerge from the tower portal and inspect the area a bit, a voice calls to them.]
Voice: Who trespasses on this once verdant soil?
I do. You got a problem with that?
[Two pale-skinned elves float toward the Overlord.]
Elf Ghost 1: What creature has the Dreaming brought forth? Alas, Oberon is truly sickened!
Gnarl: Elves, even dead ones, can speak telepathically to all magical beings, Sire. Lazy creatures!
Elf Ghost 1: It must prove that it is not a manifestation made flesh!
Elf Ghost 2: If you are of the earth and not of the mind, seek out the one-horned beasts.
Elf Ghost 1: Once they bestowed healing, but now they crave the blood of living creatures...all living creatures.
Minion: Blood...blood...woo hoo!
Elf Ghost 2: Release them from their pain and return here. Only then shall you learn more of Evernight's sorrow.
So, what you are saying is that I have to kill a few unicorns, and I can proceed? Done! Mwahahaha!
Gnarl: Soppy, over-rated pit ponies! Elves I despise, but not as much as bloody unicorns!
Minion: Ahhh, horsie wanna play!
Whoa! That horse sure has some kick to it. But you heard what the dumpy-looking elf ghost said...time to put this horse down!
[The Overlord and his minions take down the unicorn.]
Elf Ghost 2: You have freed one beast, but you must release the other from its suffering!
The other one is across this river...it's a good thing there is a wood bridge nearby, or else I would have to tackle this unicorn by myself...and who wants that?
[After a struggle, the second bloody unicorn is killed.]
Elf Ghost 1: The beasts are slain! Alas, it is only a brief light that shines within this darkness.
Elf Ghost 2: Listen to the forest...its sadness will tell you more.
Elf Ghost 3: To fight the Dreaming is to fight the wind. The leaves on the trees, the birds in the sky...it is everywhere.
You say that as if I am supposed to care.
Elf Ghost 4: Oberon Greenhaze once travelled the lands, vanquishing great Evils. But when last he returned, our great hero lost his taste for battle. When the Dwarven invaders came, he would not fight.
Elf Ghost 4: Oberon's blade became dull, his bow-string brittle and he would not wake from his slumber. Around him grew this tree, swaddling him in its branches. Then the Dreaming came.
Minion: Oooooooh!
Ah...Sloth. The easiest of sins to commit. No one has to do anything to make it happen. Lazy bastards.
Elf Ghost 4: Oberon gave form to his blackest dreams. They drove out the invaders.
Gnarl: Hmm...Oberon...catchy name. That Elf is protected by a powerful shield, Master. The roots give it energy.
Come on, Oberon...wakey, wakey!
Elf Ghost 4: What...? What is happening? The tree...I feel it quivering!
Gnarl: The shield is weakening! You must destroy the other root nodes, Sire! No doubt the Dwarf domain is bloated with the spoils of war! We must find a way through, Lord.
