d r e a m s c a p e . . .
In the light years between moons and supernovas, created with stardust left over from the big bang and fueled by timeless anomalies that skew the timelines, a world was created that interfered with the very fabric of space and time. It does not exist on any of plain of existence, is not anywhere near our solar system... it isn't even close to our hour glass of time. Dreamscape is a world all of its own and to reach it you have to be selected. But the same power that brought this weird world to life broke something critical in the universe. It blurred the lines of reality and brought about rifts and holes in other worlds. Through these holes souls fall through and are transported and transfigured to live in Dreamscape - a world dominated by horses... or so it was in the beginning.

At first, the Gods had turned all souls they selected into horses upon bringing them to Dreamscape, leveling the playing field between mortals and immortals, predators and prey. But, as the years went on, the instability of Dreamscape was made apparent. Landscapes shifted, blurred, and the memories of some of inhabitants were left broken, while others remained whole. Somewhere in the confusion the rift between universes widened and instead of just a few select souls falling through it was entire cities, continents, even worlds. The spill of souls into the land was too much for Dreamscape to handle... it couldn't begin to process them fast enough, and many began coming through in their original forms. Dragons and tigers roared through the lands, gryphons and wyverns soared the skies. The horses, frightened, banded together, unsure of what to do. The danger grew worse as they realized that some of the worlds that Dreamscape had swallowed were not peaceful lands but realms at war. The world became a domain of chaos - constant battles that shook the mountains, strange magic that twisted the very earth. It seemed that these new creatures would destroy the homes that the horses that worked so hard to form.

At the wits end, the horses pleaded with their shamans, their witch doctors, priests and priestesses - anyone that they thought might have a connection to the greater beings of their land. For days they prayed, chanted - collected herbs to burn in incense, gathered fruits and rare gems to offer to the gods. Finally, the Gods could not ignore their pleas or the turmoil that threatened the very fabric of reality, for if Dreamscape was torn open there was no telling what the effects on the universe might be. The Gods slimmed the numbers, struck with lightning and fire to corral the beasts, muting them all so they would stop their fighting and listen. They offered a compromise in the form of a tournament that would settle the disputes of good and evil. Each would pick a champion and every year they would battle, and that side would have their year of victory.

They didn't like it, not at first, but they were not given a choice. And so it was that Dreamscape ceased to be a world dominated by horses and a land of all strange creatures, from winged lions to horned wolves, fanged zebras, pink gryphons and almost anything you could believe. For now they are at peace - but who knows what the future might have in store.