Miskton/Logs/20220910 Visions

Event Name: Vision Meeting

Event Instance: Prime

Real Date: 2022-09-10

Game Date of Event: 443-01-09

Point of View: Miskton

You say, "Okay, I think we can probably get started." Ezerak hugs Navesi, getting a smile in return. Elurora gives Zorthuric a slight curtsy, barely more than a quick bob. Nefis fades into view. Nefis claps his gauntleted hands sharply together, sending crackling clouds of putrid brown and grey embers gushing suddenly from the sigils on the backs of his leather gauntlets! Zorthuric nods to Ayrell. Mazrian nods. You smile. Elurora grins at Darkewolff. You glance at Nefis, a male Human. Tirost takes a sip of his brandy. Zorthuric says, "I got lost stargazing." Woten nods to Nefis. Nefis bobs a brief, respectful bow. Ayrell smiles at Zorthuric. Woten props his elbow on the arm of his stone seat and rests his chin in his hand. You say, "There are a few new visions to discuss this evening. To start, let's see..." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "A hunter stumbled down a mountain pass, bleeding and battered. Wincing, the man leaned against a tree and yanked a large talon from his thigh, wrapping the wound tightly before continuing on. Limping slowly, he reached a trailhead and paused a moment to catch his breath, leaving a bloody hand print on a nearby tree. Inhaling deeply, the man continued on, grimacing and pale." Elurora nods at Darkewolff, obviously agreeing with his views. (Navesi glances at Nefis with barely contained disgust.) Darkewolff smiles at Elurora. You say, "Reaching a crossroads, he approached a short, wide bush. The bush shook as he approached, its broad leaves rustling, and it extended a tendril welcoming him. The vision faded." Elurora cocks her head at you. Woten tugs at the tip of his beard distractedly. Anuril ponders. Kethrai asks, "Sounds like a vela'tohr plant, which would put that vision in Forfedhdar?" Mazrian smiles at Navesi. Zorthuric says, "I believe Zynell asked me something about the presence of some sort of marking that prominently featured a Talon in a missive of some sort." Mazrian whispers something to Navesi. You say, "I've encountered some quite active plants in the past, but generally not ones that would be considered welcoming. The vela'tohr does seem like one that might." Kethrai says, "But, the plants there are, er... feral. Not usually welcoming." Navesi blinks. Navesi smiles at Mazrian. Agalea nods politely to Nefis. Nefis nods to Agalea. Elurora grins at Agalea. Elurora takes a bite of the frog. Ayrell nods politely to Agalea. Agalea nods to Nsar. You say, "The talon actually being embedded in the hunter's thigh does seem a bit unusual." Elurora whispers something to Agalea. Tirost grins at you. Agalea whispers something to Elurora. Anuril puffs away on his cocobolo pipe. Kethrai asks, "Seems like it might have just been a hunt that nearly went badly?" You say, "It's something that could happen, though, depending on how he fought back." Elurora grins at Darkewolff. Woten says, "Maybe wyverns have learned how to shoot their talons off like arrows." Woten shrugs. Darkewolff begins chortling at Elurora. Anuril says, "The injury could be why the man sought the bush." You say, "I suppose it's also possible that the plant was eager to sense him because of all the blood, but I didn't get the impression of hostility, at least." Agalea says, "Maybe the Wyverns are smarter than everyone gives them credit." Tirost nods to you. Tirost says, "It was welcoming." Kethrai says, "And the hunter seemed to be going to the bush intentionally." Saragos says, "Metaphorically, there's a crossroads. Might mostly be symbolic that someone took the path related to the Vela'tohr in some way." Elurora whispers something to Agalea. Tirost just touched a pure white vela'tohr flower. Elurora grins at Agalea. Kethrai says, "The vela'tohr plants have some deep-rooted connection both to Empathy and to Necromancy." Navesi frowns. Elurora says to Agalea, "I did hear a story once that wyverns like to hunt us in return, the way they try to carry me away makes me wonder if there isn't some truth." Zorthuric says, "I am pretty sure that is where their wealth comes from." Agalea says, "Well, if people hunted and killed your friends and family, you might want to hunt them in return." Elurora grins at Zorthuric. Elurora grins at Agalea. Elurora nods at Agalea, obviously agreeing with her views. Zorthuric says, "Wyverns do not have functional economy, as far as I know." Navesi chuckles at Zorthuric. Kethrai asks, "If this plant isn't hostile to the person, it could be one that's uncorrupted and, maybe the hunter is looking to the plant for healing? Not that I've ever seen one do that. Or, it could be that the person is a necromancer, and has some kind of rapport with the plant?" Agalea whispers something to Elurora. Agalea says, "I have studied wyverns for a long time." Agalea says, "They posses an ability to learn and learn very quickly." You say, "Hard to say for sure if the hunter knew the plant was there. But yes, barring other signs, something to do with the vela'tohr does seem like a possibility." Elurora whispers something to Agalea. You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "Let's see... For the next vision, I think I have at least a general idea of what's going on, but there are a number of specific details to be curious about." Agalea whispers something to Elurora. You say, "I saw a man chained to a wall in a small stone room, a thick iron banded door suggesting a prison cell. The man glanced around and sighed, his wrists rubbed raw. Closing his eyes concentration, he went still a moment. A rat scampered through a crack in the wall and looked up at the man with intelligent eyes, and he smiled in relief. The rat returned to the crack, and struggled a moment to drag something through, its tiny legs and claws scratching against the stone a moment, and it finally pulled a small bauble into the room. The man beamed, and the rat scampered forward, the object held in its jaws trailing blue sparks and crackling with energy. The vision faded." You say, "That certainly seems like a warrior mage and his familiar." Elurora flashes a wide grin at Agalea. You say, "But who he is, why he's locked up, or what that magical bauble is..." Elurora whispers something to Agalea. Elurora winks at Agalea. Anuril says, "We had this vision..." Anuril asks, "With a woman?" Mazrian flashes a quick grin at Navesi. Elurora offers Agalea a creamy sheet of opaque paper. Woten says, "Or how he communicated with his familiar without a talisman." Navesi just nudged Mazrian. Navesi looks at Mazrian and sighs. Tirost says to Woten, "Or it's someone else's familiar sent to aid him." Kethrai nods to Tirost. Woten says, "Could be." You nod. Navesi smiles at Anuril. Mazrian says to Anuril, "Note the differences in the Bardic method." Mazrian nods to Anuril. Anuril gives a slight nod. Ezerak asks, "Likely related to that other vision. Did the woman give the rat something? Or did the rat deliver something to her, too?" Navesi lightly says, "The many superiorities." Anuril coughs. Kethrai says, "No, it was the exact same vision. But with a woman in chains." Tirost gazes thoughtfully at Ezerak. Mazrian dryly says, "Improvised solos are stylish but don't hit harder." You ponder. Kethrai asks Anuril, "Do you recall who told it to you?" Anuril ponders. Anuril says, "A moon mage who came to the most recent warrior mage teaching night." Anuril glances at Mazrian. You say, "Sometimes seers will encounter visions which change depending on aspects of the seer." Anuril nods to you. Mazrian nods to Anuril. Agalea says, "Women see women in their visions and men see men." Agalea shrugs. Anuril says, "I was not aware of that difference." Mazrian says, "That's interesting." Mazrian nods to Agalea. You say, "It's hard to say what that means in all cases, though that would make me think that the chained up figure is not a warrior mage, then." Zorthuric says, "Some visions are intensly personal, as well." Elurora offers Agalea a creamy sheet of opaque paper. Kethrai asks, "So, the bauble trailing sparks and blue energy, feels like it could be something like a custodian core?" Anuril says, "The sparking object reminded me of a custodian core, when I first heard the vision." Agalea accepts Elurora's opaque paper. Anuril grins at Kethrai. Kethrai says to Anuril, "Sorry." Anuril puffs away on his cocobolo pipe. Anuril shrugs. You say, "The rat still seems like a familiar, though, perhaps sent by someone else." Navesi rummages about her person, looking for something. Elurora whispers something to Agalea. Agalea rummages about her person, looking for something. Navesi gets a dim custodian core made from an orichalcum coil from inside a tanned la'tami hide book bag clasped with a yellow topaz owl. Agalea gets a sleek bloodwood writing quill tipped with a long amethyst plume from inside her black bag. Elurora grins at Agalea. Saragos nods to you. Navesi tilts her custodian core side to side, making the light play off it. Saragos says, "If it were his own, he wouldn't be surprised by the results." You say, "If the figure has some relationship to a seer, possibly the concentration was a Thoughtcast or some such thing." Kethrai nods to you. Tirost thoughtfully says, "The item with sparks and crackling energy is describe as a bauble..." Darkewolff takes a sip of his rum. Kethrai nods to Navesi. You say, "Hard to get a good look at it, being held in the rat's mouth and sparking with energy." Navesi pushes at her custodian core and it emits a sharp *bzzzzzz!*! After a moment, it quiets, and the component slides back. Navesi taps their custodian core and it flashes a rapid sequence of reds, greens, and yellows. Tirost quietly says to Navesi, "I've never seen it do that." Woten glances outside a moment. Navesi rubs their custodian core a moment, her hand twitching slightly. Navesi smiles at Tirost. Navesi says, "Have to play with it a bit." Woten glances outside a moment. Tirost chuckles. Navesi fiddles with their custodian core a moment, staring at it intently. Tirost nods. Agalea writes something on her paper. Agalea reads her paper. Navesi says, "If you pull aside the panel, you can see the purple lightning within." Kethrai says, "Whatever it was, it seems like the person who is trapped thinks it's a welcome sight? A chance for escape, maybe." Agalea offers Elurora a creamy sheet of opaque paper. Elurora accepts Agalea's opaque paper. You nod to Kethrai. Elurora reads her paper. Elurora beams at Agalea! Agalea smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Elurora whispers something to Agalea. Mazrian nods to Kethrai. You say, "Yes, my guess would be that it's something which would help with an escape." Elurora catches Agalea up in a fierce embrace, swinging her around exuberantly. Elurora blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue. Elurora opens her multi-strapped carryall. Tirost nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. Elurora gets a tan leather-bound book titled "The Art of Roshambo" from inside her multi-strapped carryall. Elurora opens her leather-bound book. Elurora puts her paper in her leather-bound book. Elurora closes her leather-bound book. Agalea whispers something to Elurora. Elurora puts her book in her multi-strapped carryall. Elurora closes her multi-strapped carryall. Agalea traces an outline around a twilight-hued wildlace garter decorated with piquant bloodlace fringe. You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "Well then, for the next vision..." Nefis asks, "If we are convinced it concerns those...cores. Has anyone actually seen the Lord of the Void recently?" Elurora gives Gridaksma a slight curtsy, barely more than a quick bob. Elizzibiana gazes intently into her sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface. Gridaksma bows his head, acknowledging Elurora. Navesi says, "No one sees him. He doesn't care for it." Saragos says, "Sadly, the Lord of the Void does not simply allow familiars to go check in on him." Elurora smiles at Gridaksma. You ask, "Ah. I suppose it could be related to one of those cores. Especially if it's a metaphorical escape. Unlocking some of Zengmodaleth's secrets?" You stroke your beard in thoughtful contemplation. With a graceful movement of her hands, Agalea lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Gridaksma. Kethrai says, "In Zengmodaleth, when looking at the distant structure from that one viewing room, I feel like I've seen a humanoid form? I assumed it was the Lord of the Void there." Xelten searches around for a moment. Tirost raises an eyebrow in Kethrai's direction. Agalea lowers her head slightly, acknowledging Xelten. Nefis says, "But if he has been missing from his place, that could explain some of the unusual behavior in Zengmodaleth? Mind, I've only visited a few times." Woten snorts, loudly. Tirost inhales deeply of the drink. Saragos says, "It is possible. However, Uryutis has implied some level of communication. He carried a message from the Lord of the Void warning us off a particular path of inquiry." Mazrian nods to Saragos. Navesi says, "Grove Scholar Uryutis believes that Daervlan is testing us with the Zengmodaleth. He could be wrong, of course. But as Kethrai notes, there do seem to be hints that Daervlan is still there working." Navesi nods to Saragos. Saragos says, "And he has possibly appeared in prior visions." Agalea carefully cleans her ring with a bit of cloth, burnishing the vengeance ruby held within until it gleams beautifully. Tirost nods to Saragos. You nod. Agalea whispers something to Ayrell. You say, "There have been a few visions of someone working on something appearing to involve magic and electricity, who might be Daervlan." Tirost says, "The visionary did not sense the taste of copper in this vision." You nod. Navesi nods to Tirost. Ayrell smiles at Agalea. Nefis shrugs. Anuril nods to Tirost. Navesi gets a rounded glass of electric-blue Zeng Tenra served with a copper stirring rod from inside her canvas rucksack. Navesi says, "That reminds me." Navesi takes a sip of her Zeng Tenra. Tirost slowly asks Navesi, "Is it... good?" Navesi blinks. Navesi says, "It's delicious." Tirost smiles. Navesi offers Tirost a rounded glass of electric-blue Zeng Tenra served with a copper stirring rod. Anuril grins. Tirost accepts Navesi's glass of Zeng Tenra. You chuckle. You say, "Anyway, the next vision..." Tirost takes a sip of his Zeng Tenra. You say, "I found myself standing before a large mosaic, its polished and shaped gems and crystals scintillating amid a sparkling night sky. I reached out and touched the wall, and it flared with blinding light. I shut my eyes, but strangely, I found that I could see a clearly defined maze before me, visible behind my eyelids. I began to walk forward, progressing through the maze's turns, and found myself at a dead end." Tirost beams! You say, "I opened my eyes and felt a flash of cold, and I found myself standing before the large mosaic. The vision faded." Zorthuric says, "This reminds me of a prior vision." Tirost smiles at Navesi. You ask Zorthuric, "Which one are you thinking of?" Zorthuric asks you, ""I assume you remember the vision wherein you turn arount?" Tirost blinks at Navesi. You nod. Navesi smiles at Tirost. You ask, "With the woman at a desk?" Kethrai says, "This vision makes me think of the sort of starlight magic that traders practice." Hanryu takes a thick cap off his head. Darkewolff takes a sip of his rum. Zorthuric says, "Yes, the time loop." Kethrai says, "...The woman sitting at a desk kind of makes me think of a trader too, now that I think of it." You say, "In that vision I didn't make it far enough to see if the corridors might form a maze, but it did have a similar reset. Though a more violent one." Nefis asks you, "Was it the same cold feeling that preceded the reset?" You say, "The sensation of cold does have some relation to starlight, which Traders make use of." You say to Nefis, "No, in the previous vision it was being slashed in the face by a mass of shadow." Navesi says, "Starlight is cold, indeed." Zorthuric says, "Coldness is connected to starlight and many stellar objects, such as the glowing iron fragments." Tirost says to Kethrai, "The gems and crystals and the sparkling sky also make me think of Traders." Navesi nods to Tirost. Kethrai says, "Also just the mosaic itself." Nefis says, "Perhaps the next one will result in some fiery reset, then." Kethrai says, "It makes me think of all their crystal-based magics..." You say, "It certainly looked like it would take a fair bit of money if someone were to physically construct that mosaic, at least." You grin wryly. Kethrai says, "And the... geometric entities." Hanryu searches around for a moment. Agalea giggles a little oddly. You say, "It seems like the mosaic might be a puzzle, or a security measure of some sort. Perhaps solving the maze reveals something." Anuril nods to you. Tirost nods to you. Elurora gets a milk chocolate frog with currant eyes from inside her square lunchbox. Elurora takes a bite of the frog. Kethrai asks, "I mean, more directly, the mosaic just sounds like... What are those things called, the Negotiants?" Navesi nods to Kethrai. Tirost asks Kethrai, "They appear that way? Like a mosaic?" Kethrai says, "A young trader described them as looking like some kind of shifting geometric crystal mosaic." Navesi says, "The Negotiants are... very complex." You say, "I didn't have a good enough view of the crystal involved in the mosaic to say if any of it looked like the types created and manipulated by Trader magic." Zorthuric says, "I suspect not. Lunar crystals have a pretty distinct appearance." Elurora nibbles on her chocolate frog. Agalea grins at Elurora, her dimples flashing into view. Nefis asks you, "Has a moonmage ever tried to...be in "control" during a vision?" Elurora quietly asks Agalea, "Would you like some chocolate?" Tirost glances at Nefis. Elurora gets a deep red chocolate rose from inside her square lunchbox. Elurora offers Agalea a deep red chocolate rose. Agalea accepts Elurora's chocolate rose. Agalea exclaims to Elurora, "Oh, thank you!" Elurora smiles at Agalea. Zorthuric says, "It's possible with Teleologic sorcery to control skill predictions." Agalea asks Elurora, "Are you sure?" Elurora nods to Agalea. Elurora points at a milk chocolate frog with currant eyes she has. Elurora grins at Agalea. Agalea smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Elurora takes a bite of the frog. Agalea takes a bite of the rose. Nefis says, "Like sometimes, while dreaming, I've felt I was making decisions rather than just following the flow of it." You say to Nefis, "It's been tried, but the experience is so dreamlike that it's hard to even attempt." Agalea whispers something to Elurora. Elurora cocks her head at Nefis. Elurora nods to Agalea. You say, "Sometimes you aren't even fully aware of your own identity while it's happening." Elurora whispers something to Agalea. Nefis nods to you. Agalea says, "Such dreams are almost dangerous, you feel almost like you can get lost in them." Elurora slowly asks Nefis, "Like dreamwalking?" Zorthuric says, "I suppose it might be possible if one were to invade the plane of probability." Agalea grins, revealing her dimples. Zorthuric says, "I would not advise it." Nefis says to Elurora, "Nothing so fantastical...just halfway between sleeping and awake, sometimes I've felt I made the decisions." Elurora gives Nefis a slight nod. Anuril is gnawing on his pipe. Tirost smiles at Navesi. Elurora slowly says to Nefis, "I think I've experienced something like that." Elurora furrows her brow. Elurora takes a bite of the frog. Something pops in Agalea's eye and discharges a sickly lime-yellow fluid that runs down her face. Agalea blinks. Agalea hums to herself. Agalea takes a bite of the rose. Agalea traces an outline around a twilight-hued wildlace garter decorated with piquant bloodlace fringe. You say, "The next vision also has some ties to stars, and cold light..." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "With a hammering blow, I felt the air torn from my chest and found myself cast high in the sky, the curve of Elanthia falling away as I flailed madly to orient myself. I soared past icy planets into the space beyond, and I found myself pulled towards a furiously spinning construction, an almost-lighthouse casting opposite twin beams that rotated so quickly they resembled a disc. The spinning steadily slowed, until the two beams were still, lancing outward from a brilliant ball of blinding light. The stars shifted around me, as if fleeing." Nefis asks Zorthuric, "Perhaps one day an attempt could be made using teleological sorcery to attempt to control one of these visions?" Agalea twitches several times as the ridges encompassing her form recede and vanish. You say, "The twin beams began to move again, twitching and seeking, drawing closer in a winding surge, and with a start I realized they were narrowing in on me. As they got closer, I felt their pressure and chill, and the vision faded." Elurora blinks at you. You say to Nefis, "That... has been tried. It did not go well. Though it was also a group prediction attempt at the same time." Zorthuric says, "That would probably drive you insane." Navesi says, "Well that is... disconcerting." Hanryu asks, "Did the twin beams start off in a line and then the angle between them close as they focused on you?" You say, "This is not the first vision to involve the experience of being flung into space, which is certainly... an experience." Tirost grins at you. Saragos says, "We have enough problems here on Elanthia. I'm not enthused about having to travel out into the void as well." Kethrai nods at Saragos, obviously agreeing with his views. Agalea says, "Sounds like it feels floating in the viod." You say to Hanryu, "They seemed to start by spinning at high speed, then stop facing in opposite directions, then begin closing in." Hanryu ponders. Hanryu nods. Nefis says, "Cold again..." Agalea says to Nefis, "The temple sends all their little birds into the swamp. So that they might float around in the void." Tirost smiles at Navesi. You say, "A ball of blinding, cold light does seem like a star, but the other stars seemed to be scared of this." Navesi smiles at Tirost. Anuril asks, "We saw this lighthouse being constructed in previous visions?" Kethrai says to Anuril, "It does sound familiar, yeah." Agalea taps out a rhythmic beat on the vengeance ruby held in her ring. Anuril asks, "Or a prison around this thing?" Zorthuric asks, "There was the vision of the trapped being from a few months ago?" Anuril asks, "The... 'you are not allowed' one?" Zorthuric says, "That one." Kethrai asks, "Or 'you do not have permission'?" Zorthuric says, "And another vision of a lighthouse whose beams changed the landscape." You say, "There have been a few visions in the past that have featured lighthouses, but yes, that captured star in a recent vision could have something to do with this." Tirost softly says, "I think I remember that one." The faces on Agalea's sipar pause their chaotic motion to mouth the words "Do we always go to the places we are allowed to be?," in unison. Elurora glances at Agalea. Elurora appears to be trying hard not to grin. You ask, "And that more recent lighthouse looked more like a normal lighthouse, but as it was erasing things around it, who knows what would be left after it ran long enough?" Navesi frowns. The faces on Agalea's sipar pause their chaotic motion to mouth the words "Does not the light erase the shadows it touches?," in unison. Mazrian nods at Navesi, obviously agreeing with her views. Agalea grins, revealing her dimples. You say, "And then one more vision to discuss this evening..." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Tirost inhales deeply of the drink. You say, "The air felt dry and empty, a ringing hollowness echoing my every breath. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I found myself standing before a semicircle of thirteen seated figures draped in robes. The cloth was faded, and the figures' faces were obscured by deeply cowled hoods and the darkness. My heart pounding, I took a step forward, and another, my feet crunching debris and stirring dust with every step, conspicuously loud in the oppressive silence." You say, "I walked for hours, but the dais of seated figures did not grow any closer. I continued to walk, and the vision faded." You say, "The connection between the appearance of thirteen figures and the Immortals immediately jumps to mind, of course." Kethrai ponders. Elurora nods to you. Lokior nods to you. Navesi nods to you. Elurora joins Gridaksma's group. Agalea says, "The walking represents life." You say, "I couldn't make out any actual details beneath the robes, however." Hanryu searches around for a moment. Elurora whispers something to Agalea. Anuril says, "It sounds like a crypt." Kethrai says, "But I'm not used to the Immortals being expressed so... interchangeably? Anonymous under their hoods? The Immortals seem to revel in their differences from one another." Tirost says to Anuril, "Or a hall of some kind." Saragos frowns. The faces on Agalea's sipar pause their chaotic motion to mouth the words "Those who seek to reach the gods, they never do! Always walking but never reaching" in unison. Hanryu says to Kethrai, "All favors seem to produce the same result." Nsar says, "You might think it would be a specific set of their aspects." Darkewolff takes a sip of his rum. Nsar says, "Doesnt seem like the most benevolent of crowds." Navesi says, "When the mind is trying to understand, sometimes simplifications are made." Nsar shrugs. You say, "The dry, echoing surroundings did have a bit of the apsect of a crypt, or something of the like." Agalea grins at Nsar, her dimples flashing into view. Kethrai says, "The feeling of that vision makes me think of Misenseor Abbey." Lokior says, "It sounds like a judgement being weighed." Tirost nods to Lokior. Agalea says to Nsar, "Those kinds of crowds never are." Anuril nods to Kethrai. Nsar nods to Agalea. Nsar casually observes the area. Agalea traces an outline around an enticing wasp-waisted corset fashioned from shadesatin and night diamonds. You say, "The walking without coming any closer does seem like it might possibly have to do with being judged in some manner and found wanting, as well." Elurora says, "Or that whatever they're trying to get to is simply beyond their ability to cross." Elurora shifts her weight. Agalea says to Lokior, "When judgement is weighted out, it is never in a long walk. Theyjust fling whatever it is where they want it." Lokior smiles at Agalea. Lokior nods to Agalea. Nefis asks, "Is the seer trying to join the semi-circle?" Agalea grins at Nefis, her dimples flashing into view. Agalea says to Nefis, "Now that would be a journey." You say, "I couldn't say why I was approaching, but I was definitely feeling quite nervous about it." Nefis says to Agalea, "A long one, and yet, still unattained." Saragos just arrived. Tirost nods to you. Agalea says, "But a journey worth taking." You ask, "That covers the visions I had to discuss this evening. Does anybody have any questions, or anything else they'd like to bring up?" Tirost says to you, "When one has a guilty heart, judgment seems inevitable, but sometimes it seems to linger above one's head - a sword waiting to fall that never does." Agalea hugs Agalea's vine cloak to herself. The tendrils slither around her body, clenching and unclenching to return the hug. Woten stands up. A stone seat collapses back into the ground. Woten stretches his arms. Woten grasps his lower back and twists roughly from side to side. You hear a loud pop and see him visibly relax. Lokior nods to Tirost. Nefis says, "There will be a discussion on magical ethics at the pavilion in the Gorbesh Fortress South of the City in an anlas." Kethrai quietly says, "No, but that last vision makes me want to go back to look at Misenseor Abbey again, and I never thought I'd want to go back to that place." Nefis says, "Rigorous debate is welcome." Tirost smiles at Kethrai. Agalea says to Nefis, "Oh, that sounds wonderful." Nefis nods to Agalea. Nsar stands up. Agalea says to Kethrai, "It is an interesting place." Woten says, "In about a week there will be another meeting to discuss the storm around Stormwill Tower." Agalea says to Nsar, "Walk softly friend." Navesi nods to Woten. Woten says, "All are welcome to come." Agalea smiles at Nsar, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Mazrian exclaims, "Pardon me!" Nefis asks Woten, "Someplace easier to get into this time?" Tirost says to you, "Thanks for sharing the visions, Miskton." Saragos nods to Woten. You say, "Well then... Thank you all for coming."