D&D campaign

Date: 4/12/2022

I was playing a D&D campaign with two friends - John and Andrew (who I haven’t seen in 20 years). I was playing a female dark elf cleric who worshipped a god of alchemy and vapours. The others were both dwarves. I agreed to run the first session. I was planning it, but we never actually played. There was to be a temple with a silver bell. The bell was rung by shaking it vertically. When rung, the room would be smaller and silver would be purified. Eventually it would condense into a pure form, represented as a lightning bolt in a glass vial. An antagonist was also trying to get it. The floor would collapse into lava below. In a second setting, we were in a village in the cold. It was built around a stone courtyard, the size of a tennis court. It was a religious settlement. Men were assigned two wives - a matron wife and companion wife - but I couldn’t understand the details of the roles. This settlement worshiped a local god. He was depicted as a porcelain man, overweight and shirtless, lounging. What appeared to be stylized body hair was painted birds on closer inspection. He was a god of birds. In this world, there was a pantheon of a thousand gods (roughly). Gods would split or merge regularly, so no one had a precise count. Some liked to be worshipped, others kept secret. The antagonist in my game would be a god consuming other gods to grow in power. I phoned my friends to tell them I was ready to play, but they were still eating dinner. Then I woke up.