from the PDF Your quest for the Chalice of Pericles has led to a storm battered cottage in the shadows of a mountain crested by an ancient temple’s ruins. But your journey has been in vain. The old scholar, Isaac, whose guidance you seek, is not to be found. A half eaten meal suggests a hasty departure, upturned furniture hints at foul play. Cold, wet and exhausted, you settle into restless sleep... ...She comes to you in a dream, a vision of beauty and nobility from a bygone era. Her lips are still but her desperate plea is clear “Seek the Chalice of Pericles. It must not fall into the hands of Darkan Hess”.