The Waking Plane

Some call it light and darkness, some call it Yin and Yang, some call it day and night and some call it good and evil. Here we call it waking and dreaming.
The awaken realm is infinite in size. An entire plane for us, the humans, who wander it and fight each other for parts of it we call kingdoms. Some of us seek peace and some of us seek fortune. Some of us live by the sword, by the tongue, by the gods’ decree. I live for the Arcana Magia, the higher magic. But living might be a problem under certain circumstances.
On our waking realm there are countless portals to the dreaming plane, a plane created by the Black God Ominos centuries ago so we could live the life we want without boundaries. Each portal is our mind, though we cannot pass unless we sleep.
There are those who say that we are capable of everything, we can adjust and evolve. They say that the same evolution made the Dreamer’s Realm a place we can no longer control without the proper training that the Night-Walkers have. Some say that those who are afraid of the possibilities of the Other Plane can train themselves to never sleep. But we’ve seen the consequences, and we would love to get back to sleep.
More than seven years ago a man wanted the Dreamer’s Realm to himself. He was a Night-Walker, and as such he had no name to go by. They’re supposed to be the police of the dreaming plane, but he abused his jurisdiction and killed the god Ominos with his dream-powers. Everything has changed right there and then. The dreams went out of control. The creatures we humans have created stopped listening to our minds, to our laws. Every place must have a soul to guide it; otherwise it’ll succumb to entropy, to chaos. And that is exactly what happened to the Other Plane. That is why we now call it the Other Plane, because we all fear it now.
That unnamed God-Slayer was killed by one of his nightmares. That is how we, humans, found out that without Ominos to guard our souls from our own horrific, nightmarish creations, if we’d die there, we’d die here as well.
After a dozen of my colleagues died, I resigned, with some others that survived, my place as the enforcer of the realm, as the guardian of men, as a Night-Walker, and turned my eye to the other kind of wonder: spellcraft. I hope at least this will help me.