"You have been summoned!"

The booming voice filled my mind before being engulfed in a deep, terrifying darkness.  I felt a rush of speed as I seemed to travel across the constellations, traveling far through the deep vast of the universe.  My limbs painfully pulled apart from my body, only to suddenly magically reattach themselves as I dropped onto a golden marble floor.

Blinking from the sudden rush of bright light, I looked up to see a shimmering figure glowing brightly ahead. I could not distinguish what it was at first,
but it soon came into focus.  
There before me, stood a figure of divine Legend.

"Rise Wyndforge.
Rise for I, Portice, commands thee."

"Portice..." I whispered.  My heart sank in utmost humility, stunned by the name that escaped his breath.

It was the name hailed in the songs all Norrathians know from birth.  For as long as there has been a memory in Norrath, Portice was there to record it.  It was the great Portice who was among the heroes to send the great dragons into the cavernous prisons of Trakanon.  It was because of Portice, and the sacrifices he made during his time, life prospers today.

"Your task is simple, Wyndforge.  Go forth and spread the word that I shall return to fulfill the prophecies.  Go forth and present my image to all of Norrath.  This is your duty."

Before I could speak, I was sent back among the mortal men of Norrath the way I came. I arrived in Surefall Glade where the local fauna seemed to be expecting my arrival, for the animals gathered around me as if a voice beckoned them to my side.

I quickly gathered my canvas and paint, and captured the image still vivid in my mind.
I would paint the image of Portice, and travel across the corners of Norrath
until my duty was fulfilled.

I bowed my head in humbled silence
as the glory of Portice came to life for all to see.