RPG on the Portal.

Dream: I'm sitting on a chair in a room filled with strange objects – probably some kind of dwarven inventions. In front of me, on the table, there's a rectangular slab on a stand, and on it is a picture... a LIVING picture!!! The picture depicts a landscape: an Elven city, and at its walls stands Ossir with his army. He's moving somewhere, and a battle begins. Hmm, three hundred dryads, two hundred death dancers, one hundred and fifty archers, etc., against thirty swordsmen... Well, I had a better opinion of you, Ossir... I thought, and then... I woke up with the feeling that someone was sneaking up on me...