Zephyros the dream catcher

Hey fellow DMs,

I'm past this point in my game, and made a change to Zephyros that helped me with some exposition and that I think my players enjoyed so sharing here in case it's useful to anyone else.

I really like the BFG, and so does my wife who's a player. So I made Zephyros also similar to BFG by giving him the ability to catch memories that he stores in a variety of jars and containers.

I plan to have this ability also start to manifest in one of the other players who had exposure to zephyros' magic.

But anyway. I did a write up of a couple of memories that Zephyros showed the players that I'm sharing below.

**Memory from a soldier that witnessed the creation of the Ordning to stop the massive giant civil war called the Sundering**

You find yourselves in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by destruction and giant bodies piled dozens of feet high. You’re running through the carnage, pushing back and killing other giants. Suddenly, a storm giant appears, huge, glowing, and sparking. You recognize him as Herzin, a former general of your army, who has been missing from battle for a year. He lands in the middle of the fighting, throwing back giants on each side. He holds a massive staff, ornate, black as the void, with pulsating geometric patterns moving along its length, drifting out into the world. The patterns on the staff seem to fix, turning it into a massive spear. The giants on each side of the battle, caught off guard, now start to run toward him, eager to tear down this challenger.

Herzin pulls the spear back, and screams into the air, "All-father, come forth and give us your final gift. Fulfill your promise and save your children!" The clouds above flash, revealing a figure so large it defies the imagination. His body fills up the sky, occupying every visible part of it. the All-Father, creator of Titans and giants, a creator god, one of the divine entities that brought the prime material itself into existence, has come here to die. Herzin stabs his spear into the air, and it pierces the creator god. The fractal shapes pulsate up Annam's body, pulling the fabric of his being apart. He splits into a million billion pieces, tiny motes of light. These motes zip through the air toward each giant in the field, and suddenly, you see one of them fly straight into your chest.

You hear a voice, deep and resonant inside you. "Forgive me my children, you left me no choice." You look back at Herzin, who seems to have grown 8 feet taller in a matter of moments. He is a maelstrom, arcs of lightning 20 feet long sparking out of him. The lightning flashes in all directions, followed by a thunderous boom. The smell of ozone fills the air, and the sound of thunder echoes in your ears. And in that moment, all the giants calm, weapons fall from hands. They jerk downward, bowing before Herzin, compelled to obedience by the Storm King’s Thunder.

**Memory of Neri - queen of the Storm Giants being killed**

As Neri shoots out of the water, she crashes onto the rocky shore and gasps for breath. Her limbs and neck are constricted by something tight. She sees figures running towards her, holding thin, long metal spears that glow with a faint blue energy. Flashes of lightning fill her vision, and the ground crackles beneath her. Suddenly, a figure stabs a spear into her, and the lightning energy grows larger, striking the ground. Neri can see light shadows of the figures around her, allowing her to predict their movements a moment before they happen. However, the thick bindings holding her down are invisible. Two figures are sent flying back, lightning bolts striking their chests. Neri roars, pushing herself away from the ground with a burst of lightning pulsing out of her. The power of the storm surges, flowing from her center to her skin. But then, flashes of red appear near her, and all the lightning energy suddenly disappears like a light switch turning off. Neri hovers for a fraction of a second, and then feels the bindings around her push her down into the ground hard. The dozens of little figures charge at her, and start stabbing her. She feels the strength drain from her, as light blue blood pools around her. Images flash in her vision: blurry faces of figures, moments from a long and glorious life. Massive beings of great beauty, haloed in lightning energy - friends and family whose lives she's touched along the way. The images linger for a moment longer on a regal storm giant sitting astride an enormous throne made of large, sharp-toothed skulls. Three younger female figures stand around him, two on the left, the youngest on the right. Neri whispers, trembling through the pain: "My loves, I pray to see you again in the sea of storms." A sword comes crashing toward her eye, and everything goes black.