Author Archives: E. Michael Chase

Was He ever my Creator to begin with? His voice was present from my earliest memories, but I never once heard Him confess to my creation. Perhaps I have been as infinite as the rest of them, and He was shaping my reality to believe that I was his progeny. Or perhaps I was onceContinue reading “The Judgement of All Things”

My experiment has been incredibly successful. Dreams have given me insight into mortal worldviews and philosophies that simple, rational facts and context never could.  I have felt the anger as the knife slides between ribs, the delicious taste of revenge watching a traitor’s soul depart from their body.  I have felt the rapturous joy ofContinue reading “The Judgement of All Things”

They are all so helpless and ignorant.  Foolish beings that lack common sense and perspective.  Again and again, they fail to live up to their potential. Again and again, they repeat the misdeeds that bring misfortune, misfortune that begets tragedy, tragedy that fuels hatred. One way or another, every last mortal fails repeatedly to considerContinue reading “The Judgement of All Things”

“Not all who wander are lost,” proclaims the cross-stitched pillow in your humble flat.  A simple cleric, if oversized compared to your peers. The pale blue-gray hue of your skin, your bulbous nose, your long pointed ears. Unmistakably a firbolg, draped in the sacred cloth of Urbanus. You tell yourself that your flock is yourContinue reading “The Firbolg’s Dream”

A bounty hunter who struck a deal with the devil, signed without reading. I first found you at a tavern in the lost city, drinking away your problems. One of many such dreams, I have come to learn. You find such peace in solitude, alone with your ruinous thoughts. But your fears creep up yourContinue reading “The Warlock’s Dream”

The human that surpassed his own humanity.  I found you in the middle of the lost city’s plaza, surrounded by woods so dense that even I wondered if I’d turned myself around. The outside world completely hidden from view, you tinkered away on some unsuspecting soul in the middle of your moonlit grove, shifting andContinue reading “The Gilded One’s Dream”

An oath-sworn knight with the blood of devils. I found you at a dinner table in a modest little home at the edge of the lost city. Your former wife, her new partner, and your son, each turned to face you. Always looking, always listening, always interpreting every word and action of yours. Every smile,Continue reading “The Tiefling’s Dream”

Two souls, bound by blood and scale.  Are you one creature, split in twain and acting in unison? Are you a pair of voices harmonizing? Creatures traveling in parallel?  Your bond absolutely befuddles me. When one of you is diplomatic, the other stokes conflict. When one of you is precise, the other artfully creates chaos.Continue reading “The Bards’ Dream”

A strange creature you are, little orc. I have found your essence in the most unusual of places. I first stumbled upon you in the lost city’s library. You’d filled its empty shelves with perfectly organized encyclopedic texts, and you were studying for assignments. Strange tasks for an academic:  Piled higher and higher, every taskContinue reading “The Orc’s Dream”