When a Dragon manifests the Pall of Dreams, it creates a cloud that persists in the area. It is created from the extreme emotions and a roiling fog of planar disturbance. Most of the time, it comes from the devastation done by an elder dragon’s breath weapon violently destroying a hundred or more deaths and/or a vast quantity of material destruction resulting in such deaths. These demi-planes often take on a defensive quality over time – keeping others from entering the area and using the Spiritus trapped within it to terrorize victims and drive them away in fear. It can eventually become inhabited and controlled, even moving the cloud into populated areas to terrorize mortals. The Pall can also form Orbs of Thought.
Time (Aging): Inside the Dreamcloud, the aging process is is halted. Time may take on different properties relative to the area around it.
Spotting: Swirling ahead is a strange cloud of opaque mist, different from the fog that drifts around it. The cloud is about 200’ x 100’, and maintains its form despite wind and trees as it moves. As soon as you grasp its presence, it vanishes among the mist that covers the top… or seems to. Regardless, one moment is there, and the next it is gone.
The Cloud Descends: As you are exploring, you notice your vision has shortened. Tendrils of mist seem to drop all around you, swirling like mini cyclones and the feel of and sound of the wind drowns out other sounds. You can make out moving forms, perhaps animals, people, and brush that seems to be in the cloud seems to drift in an out of vision. Foliage that you can see in and out of the cloud seems hazy. You feel something wet brush against your cheek and your hackles go up. You can barely see each other. Around you the air turns color, matching that of strands in the strange cloud you saw earlier. Voices echo all around, pleading for help.
As long as a PC can Dash 50′ they can outrun the cloud without a check. Otherwise a DC 10 Strength (Athletics) check.
The cloud envelops you in its misty embrace. Initially it is warm, like the breath of some creature. And then you are assaulted with a wave of fetid smelling miasma, and you find yourself enveloped in some membranous like barrier. Around you you see movement at the periphery of your vision. You hear the sounds of combat, and screaming voices. Shouts of rage turn to pain and terror and fade into a death rattle in a dozen throats.
The air is warm, and humid. In fact, you have difficulty breathing as it is so saturated with water. Heaving, you stumble into a misty landscape. The ground is dotted with rocks and crevasses that trip you up everywhere you go and prevent quick movement. Visibility is only 12m, and all around you are just dark shapes moving in the mist at the corner of your eyesight.