Underground facility, exploring with a party of rag-tag people I don't know. We accidentally awaken some kind of world-destroying force that is activated by chanting his name, which I do (I am a bad guy in this dream). "It" is a huge big force of water and light and fire that demands obedience and loyalty, and I kneel before it while my former friends try to kill it. They are unable to defeat each other, so the force attempts to "freeze" all of them into an ice-coma that won't kill them but remove them from the picture for years or decades. As the cold comes over me, I ask that I be allowed to watch, and as the force roars out of the underground cavern, it places me atop a pillar that I may watch the destruction of the grey dock-city world. Massive waves surge towards the world, colouring the world with grey. A ship upon the waves attempts to keep afloat as a whirlpool forms beneath my perch, and one of the crewmembers falls overboard. After a moment he crawls back up the side of the ship, his skin mottled green and grey. He stabs and tosses aside a human, then stabs an elf. The human stirs and moves, but has also turned grey and green and points at the elf, who has not and is just dying. They both move to kill him.
The force's ice-coma is weaker on me such that I may be able to percieve and remember things, and as a result I manage to break out of it after a year.
The world has drastically changed in the time I have spent in the ice block. No one is free, and all struggle to find life and happiness in a world of oppressive rule and barbarism. The force has dissapeared for a time, leaving me to wander and wonder at what has happened. The grey undead have become some kind of law force, taking as they wish. With my help, a glade manages to sprout. Ultimately, I must find a balance between corruption and regrowth- taking advantage of the weak, and assisting them in rebuilding and fighting the remnants of death. The grey men are unable to harm me. I am unsure of why, but suspect it has something to do with my being the force's harbringer. As a result, some serve me, some fear me. I am put in the position of great power and must decide what to do with it.
I know eventually the rag-tag fighters will be released, and I will have to deal with a reckoning.
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