Akul'tiz Visions

All sorts of visions have been experienced by Elanthia since the birth of the Akul'tiz from the chrysalis. Most of them seem to be associated with the Akul'tiz deciding to show up. Others are possibly just malicious gifts from Dergati!

Guild-based Visions

All of the known Guild-based visions signal the start of an invasion.

Barbarian: An intense rage overtakes you, blotting out the world in a blood-red haze. Mottled, shadowy shapes seem to flit in and out of your vision, barely perceptible but undeniably a target that you feel compelled to engage. Though your vision clears, the rage does not fully subside, leaving you with a nagging need to search out and combat these shadows, whatever they might be.

Bard: A beautiful, complex song fills your mind so completely as to block out all other sensory input. Suddenly, a sense of dread grasps you so tightly that you feel your heart may burst! A strangled, torturous note cuts off the song, punctuating your reorientation to the world around you. A profoundly disturbing sense of dread remains, however, and you can't quite shake the feeling that something truly awful has happened.

Cleric: You abruptly realize that you can no longer see, your whole world plunged into blackness. Your other senses stretch out as you attempt to make some sense of what is happening to you. You detect the sickly-sweet scent of rot and feel something like a fetid breath on the back of your neck. A crushing feeling of divine contempt assails you, then just as quickly abates as your normal vision returns.

Empath: A feeling of uneasy panic rises in your throat. After a few moments, you realize that it's not your own feeling, but a subtle sense of unease coming from every life essence around you. The feeling of wrongness grows and grows until it threatens to overwhelm you, then abruptly abates as if forcibly ripped from your psyche.

Moon Mage: Darkness. Distortion. The world warps and shifts and you find yourself watching your scaled body from a distance you can't quite place. Space and time mean nothing, there is only pain. Pain, and the knowledge that what was begun must not stop. You feel your power slipping, something you never once before felt possible, and yet it is so. A great sadness washes over you and you sink farther into the darkness, left only with the sound of claws upon stone as you snap back to your more mundane senses.

Necromancer: A shadow flits near the edges of your vision. As you attempt to locate its source, you find yourself gripped with a profound sense of being watched by many, many eyes.

Paladin: A churning pain rips at your very soul as sickening waves of darkness sweep across your vision. As your vision clears, you get the intense sensation that somewhere, somehow, a balance has been disrupted.

Thief: Nearby shadows seem to writhe and distort, accompanying a feeling of extreme unease. Your confidence erodes away, leaving you feeling hollow and empty. The shadows seem to undulate toward you, and you are certain that if they touch you, everything you are will be lost. Strangely, you feel unable to flee their gradual approach, watching them inch closer and closer with rising horror. Abruptly, the world seems to return to normal, though your confidence is still badly shaken.

Warrior Mage: The acrid scent of burning tantalizes your senses, making your eyes water. The sensation grows and grows until you feel as if you should be choking on smoke and fumes, then just as quickly abates, leaving you with nothing but a strangely sore throat.

Universal Visions

Climax: This vision appears to be associated with the mid-point of an invasion.

A subtle sense of malaise rises within you, as if despite all your efforts nothing you do will ever truly amount to anything. The feeling slowly subsides, leaving you feeling a little morose.

Dergati Hates You: These visions may be associated with the start of an Akul'tiz invasion, but do not appear to be specific to any particular Guild. Instead, they are wonderfully indiscriminate gifts from the lady of nightmares.

You suddenly feel naked, as if your body and psyche are exposed for all to see.  A tide of humiliation rises within you as a sharp pain rises in your throat.  You feel, briefly, on the verge of tears.  The sensation abruptly abates, leaving you slightly embarrassed and perplexed.

You struggle to draw breath, slowly suffocating as dark spots dance in your vision. Wracked by a ghastly feeling of rising horror, you realize that you have no mouth or nose.

Just as your vision goes completely black the sensations subside, your face and body just as they always have been. The clammy feeling of terror leeches from you more slowly, leaving you with the beginnings of a headache.

Nearby shadows seem to writhe and distort, accompanying a feeling of extreme unease.

The coppery taste of gore fills your mouth. The sensation grows and grows, until you feel as if you are choking on your own blood. Suddenly, the feeling is gone.

You are grasped by an overwhelming feeling of vertigo. Suddenly, you are sure you are...

...falling...

...falling...

...falling...

Just as you're certain you are about to mortally crunch into the ground, you realize that you're still right where you were when the sensation first began.

You are suddenly certain that no matter how hard you run, how loudly you scream, you will never be able to escape from the things that are coming -- now -- to torment you. Your heart races and you steel yourself for the coming oblivion.

Nothing happens. Your thoughts, in retrospect, seem rather silly, and you're not certain why you were entertaining such flights of fancy.

A churning pain rips at your psyche as sickening waves of darkness undulate across your vision. The pain fades with the strange apparitions, but you're left with a lingering headache.

You are suddenly certain that you've forgotten something vital.

You pause and strain to remember what it could be, but its identity seems to hover on the very edge of your thoughts, just out of reach. A deep feeling of dissatisfaction and unease settles within you.

Visions of Peri'el

A slender S'Kra Mur woman lay supine in a cavernous hall of green basalt. The barest echo of a sibilant melody hung in the air for a few moments until all was silent. The woman looked small in the vastness of the cavern, her form pale and still. An archaic man approached, bald and tanned, a nightingale perched upon his shoulder. At his approach, a shrike dove and shrieked, attempting to drive him off, but the nightingale took flight, distracting the other bird. The man knelt at the woman's side, torches limning his features with ruddy, red light.

Holy Visions

As related by Liurilias, on 410 Moliko 8, but seen by many other Clerics:

He saw a foreign, circular room with tall, expansive windows on all sides covered by heavy blue-black shades. It was almost completely dark but he could tell that there was daylight outside and a woman's voice calling from outside. Though he attempted to open a curtain it wouldn't budge. The more he struggled the more it resisted him. Like it was trying to suffocate him.

He was graced by a splendid tableau of the Starry Road, untold constellations singing forth the glory of the Immortals to the universe and beyond. Before he could truly appreciate it all, a heptad of orange-red stars dimmed and ominously broke out of their sinuous array. His soul ached at the disruption of the lofty harmony.

His heart raced as his mind was gripped by a vision. Against a backdrop of roiling black clouds, a small brown sparrow sang, perched on an evergreen branch. Strangely, no sound accompanied the vision, and pure morning sunlight seemed to emanate from the tiny bird's beak. Gradually, his sight returned to normal.

He saw an elderly seamstress seated with a sheet of brilliant azure silk across her lap. Clearly irreparable, a large black hole had been burnt onto the fabric. Instead of weeping at the loss, the woman raised her voice in joyous singing, her hands pressing a prayer bead chain to her heart.

The floor suddenly cracked asunder, a huge widening chasm in front of his feet pushing him away from a shell-adorned altar! On the other side stood a pair of glowing animals that he just noticed: a great horned owl and a golden cow, waiting patiently and expectantly.

A buoyant feeling of lightness enfolded him as his mind was gripped by a vision. A kingsnake was tightly coiled in the shadow of a log, utterly still and lifeless. Gradually, a wan ray of sunlight struck it, and the creature began to stir. His sight slowly returned to normal.

Spirit Parent Visions

The 'parents' (people who fed it some energy at some point, they'd show randomly when looking at the Chrysalis) who could feel connections before (like if someone looked at it, I could feel them looking at it from across Elanthia), seem to share a similar connection now when we kill the Akul'tiz. I'm not sure if it's only when one of us is killing and Akul'tiz? I don't think non-'parents' could sense this?

• I see it a lot:

A keening sob pulses through your spirit as a zebra-striped Akul'tiz dies at the hands of Kintryn.

• also I keep hearing random voices and stuff too:

A painful lump rises in your throat as some nearby shadows darken and shift.

A timorous voice whispers, "Why so cruel? WHY!"

A timorous voice whispers, "Lyba narden... Why have you abandoned us?" (translates as spirit father)

A very faint voice echoes throughout your mind, saying, "We wait. She watches always, Spirit Father. Always. And She never forgives!"