Miskton/Logs/20230408 Visions

Event Name: Vision Meeting

Event Instance: Prime

Real Date: 2023-04-08

Game Date of Event: 445-02-09

Point of View: Miskton

You say, "Okay, I think we can get started now! Thank you all for joining me here this evening." You smile. Anuril smiles. You say, "There are a number of visions to go over this evening. Now, to start, let's see..." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "I found myself standing in a stone arena. A heavily armored gladiator strode from the mists, brandishing a large axe and roaring in challenge. With a snarl, he rushed forward, and I struggled against a savage but skillful series of feints and swings. I dodged and deflected, evaded and counterattacked. Seizing an opportunity, the gladiator landed a deep slash across my thigh, and I gasped in pain as... crystalline sinew and bone sparkled in the wound, and a clear shimmering fluid poured from my body. I stared in surprise, and the gladiator twirled, the axe curving in a slowing arc, smoothly coming to a stop. The gladiator stood frozen, face locked in hunter's purpose, axe on target for my neck, but I couldn't stop staring at my glimmering wound." You say, "A voice echoed around me, "Another failure. Again." You say, "My wound flooded with fire as it knitted shut, and the gladiator smoothly reversed back to his starting position. The vision faded." Kethrai casually observes the area. You say, "It would appear that someone or something is engaged in some sort of testing." Anuril asks, "Combat practice?" Ezerak says, "Interesting." Kethrai asks, "Testing of the gladiator, or the one seeing the vision?" You say, "The crystals bring to mind the possibilty of something to do with the Negotiants or related beings." You say, "I think the gladiator likely is the test." Ezerak nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. Jaelia says, "I was a bit disturbed at the Burn Him in the Vision at first." Anuril smirks at Jaelia. Kethrai asks, "And the... crystalline wound. A spell perhaps, or was the one seeing the vision made entirely like that?" Cryle clears her throat. Elurora asks, "Could it be some sort of self-aware construct?" You say, "My guess would be that the viewpoint figure is a test subject, and is intended to be able to defeat the gladiator." Elurora says, "Or maybe it just seemed aware because you were seeing through its eyes." Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. Anuril nods to Ayrell. Kethrai says, "It may be that the self-awareness WAS the failure? It seemed like the one seeing the vision was... taken aback by what they saw, and their performance suffered because of it." You say, "I think perhaps if the vision had continued, there might be further changes beyond just the wound closing itself, as whoever is running the tests attempts something different." Imroth asks, "That where we can get crystal-bone from?" You say to Kethrai, "Yes, it's possible that the test subject is not meant to be self aware." You say, "Or that they are meant to be, but not realize the nature of their being." Danoryiel says, "The wound closing was expected by the testing gladiator, perhaps. a demonstration." You say, "If we follow that line of thought, a highly combat capable artificial being that is not aware of its true nature might be a sleeper agent of some sort." Elurora gazes thoughtfully at you. Zehira makes a grunting noise. Kethrai says, "That's an... awful thought." Ezerak nods to Kethrai. Imroth casually observes the area. Cryle asks, "...are we going to start stabbing everyone to make sure they're not a construct, now?" Kethrai says to Cryle, "Er, we can do that... nonviolently." Elurora grins at Kethrai. Danoryiel asks, "Or perhaps it was training for the subject to be perfect. the wound closes, and the challenge begins again?" You say, "Having blood that is clear and shimmering would certainly be a giveaway, which is perhaps why being able to avoid getting injured is part of the test." Cryle asks Kethrai, "In the vernacular of the average adventurer, where's the fun in that?" Kethrai looks at Cryle and shrugs. Cryle quietly says to Kethrai, "I do prefer your way." Kethrai nods to Danoryiel. Imroth says, "Seems like a simulation even. The axe slowed to a stop by the engineer as a magical pause." Qetu asks, "Do these construct tie back to the planar pathway opened a few years ago up north?" You say to Danoryiel, "It does seem likely that the idea is for the being to be able to fight the gladiator without being injured, so any injury requires restarting the test." Kethrai says to Qetu, "Doesn't seem to be a similar kind of construct. Those are very... obviously alien." You say to Qetu, "The constructs in Zengmodaleth seem rather different in construction, at least." Qetu nods to you. Ezerak nods in agreement. Kethrai says, "The stone gladiatorial arena reminds me of Duskruin..." You say, "The current foremost practitioners of crystal related magic are the Traders, and those who have, ah, instructed them." Kethrai says, "And they do use constructs in their fights." You say, "Gladiatorial opponents who can repair themselves would probably be convenient there, I suppose." Anuril nods to Kethrai. You say, "And I suppose the gladiator in question might be a similar being, but perhaps not as advanced, but more skilled in combat specifically? At least for the moment, if the goal is to eventually defeat him." Jaelia says, "I don't have an issue with constructs. I do grow concerned when people get very upset at the Ideas of Necromancy, but don't see potential parallels when others fall into traps of trying to raise themselves or false divinities into Immortality, or bringing false spirituality or life to things that were never alive to begin with. I find them just as dangerous, and that is completely outside the vision - but those things concern me on a spiritual front." Kethrai casually observes the area. Jaelia says, "Those visions just further cement those thoughts. That is all." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Zehira chuckles. Danoryiel asks, "Is this vision representative of an individual...or a city..or a Province?" You ponder. You say, "I think it's probably something at an individual scale, although it may represent many similar beings." A large flock of people rushes into the area! Though some are plainly robed, others are wearing thick armor. As their collective chants of rage fill the air, someone screeches, "There she is! Don't let her get away!" The crowd quickly converges on Zehira, overpowers her and throws her to the ground as dozens of iron-gripped hands pin down her arms and legs. From the midst of the grumbling crowd, a Justice Seeker clad in shining white chainmail steps forward. She proclaims, "Rutilor has judged you, Zehira, and you are GUILTY!" With that, the woman takes off a double-bladed axe from her shoulder and walks toward Zehira's prone body, motioning the others to pull her up to her knees. Swinging the weapon once over her head with both hands, she decapitates Zehira with great force. The severed head drops to the ground with a muted *thud*. * Zehira is slain before your eyes! The clerics in the group wave their censers superstitiously over Zehira's body. As the cloying incense smoke mingles with the scent of death, the crowd leaves, all the while mumbling prayers against evil. Anuril blinks. You hear the ghostly voice of Zehira say, "Oh damn it." Danoryiel says, "..." Imroth coughs. Elurora shifts her weight. You frown. Jaelia frowns. Danoryiel says, "What in the.." You hear the ghostly voice of Zehira say, "Too long in town." Qetu says, "Interesting." You say, "That was uncalled for, I think, barging into the Tower like that. The sentinels are quite capable of dealing with someone being an active threat." You shake your head. Elurora quietly says, "I don't think the Hounds care." Ezerak nods at Elurora, obviously agreeing with her views. Danoryiel says to you, "I would say so..." Jaelia nods. Ezerak says, "The Hounds...they do things their way." Imroth nods. Zehira's corpse begins to shake violently, sprouting new mass to replace its lost organs. The convulsions reach a fevered pitch and then abruptly stop when Zehira's eyes snap open! She drags herself upright, wracked with pain and gasping for air, but clearly alive. A shroud of vapor rises from Zehira's body, dissipating rapidly from view. "Burn her! Burn her!" You hear the cries echo around you as everyone in the vicinity immediately gives Zehira a wide berth! Elurora gives Ezerak a slight nod. Zehira coughs. Navesi gazes upward. You say, "At any rate... The next vision." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "For this one... I'm curious if any other seers have encountered it, and what their experiences were like, since it seems rather personal." You say, "I found myself seated at the base of a wide oak tree, its branches dripping with moss. Fireflies darted all around, streaks of yellow-green dancing in the evening sky. A gentle hand touched my shoulder, and I whirled in surprise, face to face with a friendly and oddly familiar looking young man backing away, hands held up reassuringly. "My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you!" he said kindly. "You seemed lost in thought." You say, "I stared in confusion, certain that I had seen this young man before, but could not place when or where. As I squinted into his face and failed to respond, he slightly smirked uncomfortably and said, "Erm, well, sorry to bother you." You say, "I watched the young man walk away, and could not shake the feeling that I knew this person. As he continued away from me and the tree, I heard someone call out, "Hey Miskton, there you are!", and running up to the young man, a friend playfully jostled him with a laugh. The vision faded." Elurora blinks at you. You stroke your beard in thoughtful contemplation. Imroth says, "Personal is right." Cryle says, "The Mad Cloning Wizard of Sunfall Hub strikes again..." Kethrai says, "I saw a vision quite like that, a moon mage showed it to me, except..." Kethrai says, "In my vision, the person still called out the moon mage's name." Jaelia asks, "Shifters?" Jaelia nods to Kethrai. Imroth says, "Younger you just checking in." You chuckle. Ezerak says, "I hope it doesn't have to do with the Timekeepers." You say, "Definitely a few odd things going on. My inability to recognize what was apparently my younger self, the other Miskton being a young man, and other people recognizing him by that name." You say, "Seems a bit more complex than something like Ocular, although time travel is perhaps not out of the question." Kethrai says, "The mage who showed the vision to me, well, I'm not sure I can picture him having ever been the... friendly and gregarious young man in this vision." Elurora grins at Kethrai. Anuril smirks. Imroth says, "We were all young once." Kethrai says, "Young I can picture. Friendly is the stretch." Imroth says, "Maybe we have gotten old and forget ourselves." You say, "Nothing jumps to mind specifically about the oak tree and the fireflies." You ponder. Cryle says, "Some things are better forgotten." Imroth says, "Time can weather even the hardest stones." You say, "I suppose it could signal someone being replaced in some less dramatic fashion... But that doesn't seem like something which would make such an impact on the Web of Fate." Danoryiel ponders. You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "On to the next vision, then..." You say, "I found myself at a churning tide pool, hissing with foam and the sun's glare, and I waded in the cool knee-deep water, stepping between anemones and urchins, catching glimpses of darting octopuses and nervous crabs. Something caught my eye nearby, a repeated burble causing odd ripples. I sloshed my way forward and saw a swirling ring of water nestled beneath a small rocky pool, water coursing outward and away. The ring spun faster and faster, suddenly collapsing and then exploding, sending water spraying all over me. As I blinked away the salt spray, I watched as the pool filled again from the surrounding area, and observed a pulsating sphere nestled between several rotating rings. As the strange object was covered by the water, it crackled with cold, flecks of ice rising to the water's surface and melting. The vision faded." You say, "There have been several visions lately about rings of light appearing in the water, though this seems a bit different." Elurora chews on her lip, looking deep in concentration. You say, "The first ring was formed from water, rather than light. And then the revealed rings appeared to be part of the device." Elurora slowly says, "It makes me think of gyre things you can store spells in." Jaelia gazes intently into her sanowret crystal, and scintillating sparks of light dance across its surface. You say, "The fact that it's apparently quite cold could mean it is related to some previous visions that seemed to involve a star being bound in some way." Anuril asks, "Wasn't there a vision about a star that was captured in a similar device? Different in scale, but similar in construction?" Anuril snaps his fingers. Anuril nods to you. You nod to Anuril. Kethrai says, "The collapsing and then exploding also makes me think of the attacks of those... decapod creatures." Anuril winces. You say, "It's also unclear if the sphere was already there, or if the explosion was part of its arrival. There weren't any signs of ice beforehand, at least." Anuril gets a hazy glass gyre prominently inscribed with esoteric runes from inside his leather haversack. Anuril says, "They gyre has two rings, but a cylinder at the center." You say, "A highly energetic object teleporting into an area occupied by water could certainly cause something like that to happen." Anuril shows Elurora his glass gyre. Elurora nods to Anuril. Danoryiel ponders. Imroth shrugs. Elurora asks Anuril, "It could be a similar thing? Magic used to hold some other magic or magical thing?" You say, "It could be that the previous visions were something similar, but happening deeper underwater. Perhaps the light was a result of it happening with a greater volume of water present." Danoryiel asks you, "Could there be a common theme or themes running through all 3 of these visions?" Danoryiel asks, "Or some sort of arching connection?" You ask, "If that is the case, the visions have then gone from the deep ocean, to a lake, to a tide pool... Something getting closer and closer?" Danoryiel looks at you and shrugs. Kethrai asks you, "Something to do with the Voidgazers in that's the case?" You say, "Possibly, although the mountain lake seems a bit odd, if the source is from seadwellers." Anuril says, "I don't think they're related to each other." Anuril asks, "Someone experimenting on a construct... time travel... a captive star?" You say, "It seems that usually the various visions we see aren't directly related to each other unless something extremely impactful is either happening in the very near future, or right at the time. Catastrophic events." Imroth nods. Imroth says, "While everything may be connected it would seem like a leap of logic to connect these different visions." Cryle says, "I would be interested in hearing about visions that have come to pass as obvious events..." You say, "Over time we do seem to get visions that are connected to one another, however." Navesi says to Cryle, "A volcano erupted once." Cryle asks Navesi, "Isn't it always?" Anuril casually observes the area. Navesi says, "No." Navesi says, "It destroyed an entire guildhall." Navesi says, "There was a very clear vision predicting that one." Cryle says, "In my lifetime, the lava has continued to flow from it, it would seem." You say, "Some time after seeing a vision about a Trader having a... mishap after being exposed to sunlight, the Traders worked out on agreement with the Negotiants for the ability to gather a bit more starlight aura... at the expense of it going poorly during the day." Cryle mutters something into the air about everything going poorly during the day. Imroth exclaims, "And now look at them!" You say, "There have been visions that seem to be related to the coming and going of Andreshlew, as well. Some clearly related to Zengmodaleth... Although some of those we haven't seen the specific things involved in the visions." You say, "There are more, though I'd have to go digging through my notes for a while to come up with a more detailed list." You say, "And so for the next vision... Hopefully this is not one that is related to an upcoming literal event." Kethrai angles his ears forward in curiosity. You say, "A small girl and her father walked along a blasted wasteland, picking their way along tricky terrain. The ruined landscape was dotted with the rusting and crumbling remains of wagons and buildings, sinking into the now dry and cracked muck. They stepped around a carriage, its paint peeling and its structure collapsed, and the father pointed at it." You say, ""Is that what is wrong?" he asked." You say, ""No," replied the girl." You say, "They continued to walk and came across a shattered road, its bricks chipped and shattered. The father asked, "That?" But again, the girl replied, "No, not that." You say, "They walked further and saw the rotting corpse of a massive scorpion, its carapace shattered and yellow goo hardened around the remains. The father said, "Surely that?" But the girl just shook her head sadly." You say, ""Then what?" the father asked." You say, "The girl pointed upward, and I saw a bloated orange sun looming in the sky." You say, ""The sun, father, the sun," she said, beginning to weep, and the vision faded." Elurora blinks. Imroth frowns. Jaelia gazes upward. Ezerak acts puzzled. Imroth squints. Cryle says, "...that one brings back some memories..." Imroth says, "Evil sun." Cryle nods to Imroth. Danoryiel says, "So, decidely no water here. a blasted wasteland." You nod. You say, "A great deal of water at one point, apparently, for the ground to have become so soft." Danoryiel says, "So water definitely seems to some element to these visions." Anuril ponders. Imroth says, "Nature requires balance. We often think of the sun as such a boon, but all things in excess become dangerous." You say, "I don't have a clear grasp on just how massive the scorpion was... A dobek moruryn is certainly pretty large, though." You stroke your beard in thoughtful contemplation. Imroth says, "Interesting that it continues a mild theme of less and less water with each vision." Anuril says, "The marks of civilization would imply that they were here but, they could have been elsewhere." Cryle says, "I think you may all be focusing on the landscape, when, to me, the focus is on the girl, and the father trying to understand her..." Danoryiel asks, "Something drying up soon?" Kethrai says, "It's strange that the father and daughter were able to survive whatever catastrophe befell that world." You say to Imroth, "Don't put too much importance on the order of things, since it's simple how I've chosen to list them. They are all happening concurrently." Anuril says to Cryle, "It is indeed hard being a father sometimes." Elurora says, "It's strange the father didn't notice the sun..." Imroth nods to you. Cryle fixes Anuril with an intent, predatory stare. You say to Elurora, "He may simply be used to it." Ezerak nods at Anuril, obviously agreeing with his views. Elurora gazes thoughtfully at you. You say, "He was asking her what was wrong, but it doesn't necessarily mean it's something new to them." Imroth says, "It is probably a reiteration of a lesson taught by the the father in the first place." Danoryiel says, "Hmm, I don't know. He could have just been distracted with something else while the child noticed." Danoryiel shrugs. Kethrai asks, "Yeah. There did seem something a little ritualistic about the questioning. Is this what's wrong? No, is this what's wrong?" Imroth nods to Kethrai. You nod. Cryle says, "When a person is born into a society that is set in its ways, but a part of them cannot function within those ways..." Kethrai nods to Cryle. Cryle says to Kethrai, "You've no idea how many times the elders have asked me that question." Imroth asks, "Slow learner?" Imroth glances at Cryle. Cryle shifts uncomfortably for a moment. Cryle quietly says, "Different." Imroth chuckles. Imroth pats Cryle on the back. You say, "The interpretations that seem the most likely to me are either the idea of a ritual answers and response of some sort, or the situation being familiar to both of them, but the girl having some insight into what has happened to the sun." Cryle says, "She percieved things differently than him. To me... he cared for her, she was frustrated, unable to communicate, until all options were exhausted." Kethrai says, "I can see that." Cryle asks, "Perhaps she didn't know herself, until she had to stop and think on each one. WAS this wrong?" Anuril dryly says, "There's not much I can do about the sun. That seems like moon mage territory." Elurora chuckles at Anuril. You say, "Unable to communicate, or frustrated that he couldn't see it." Navesi says to Anuril, "Awfully fiery though." Anuril nods to Navesi. Kethrai says, "The other thing I think of from this vision is, well... The stories of the World Dragon's birth. Except, almost the inverse of that sort of apocalypse." You say, "Not wanting to answer a question that seems like it should be obvious when you're upset is certainly not an unknown thing." You nod. Kethrai says, "The World Dragon was going to eat all the sun's fire. This sounds like the sun has too much." Cryle asks Jaelia, "Too much Berengaria, perhaps? Time for a little more Dergati?" Cryle nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. You say to Cryle, "We've seen what Dergati has in mind for the sky, and it's less than ideal." Cryle says, "I haven't..." Danoryiel ponders. Danoryiel asks, "Can the scorpion symbolism in the last vision mean the death of something? or something finally ending?" You say, "It involved blotting out the sun with volcano eruptions, possibly waking the World Dragon, and making the world more ideal for some creatures called the Akul'tiz, who tended toward dark places." Cryle softly says, "Oh." You say, "The scorpion seems likely important, but I'm not sure what the destruction of Urrem'tier would even mean." Ezerak frowns. Anuril asks, "Could it have been Urrem'tier's doing?" Cryle says, "The end of death. People living forever, the sun growing old, the planet growing old, dried up..." Danoryiel says, "Water is an element of change, but death or ending can also be an element of change as well." Navesi says, "I shudder to think what would happen if any Immortal were to die..." Ezerak nods at Navesi, obviously agreeing with her views. Qetu asks, "Are they truly immortal if they... die?" Kethrai says, "Seems like we'd have to change the name, at least..." Anuril frowns, shaking his head with an expression of exasperation before resting his face in the palm of his hand. Imroth says, "Death Immortal Dying." Imroth says, "That's a jumble of words that don't make a lot of sense." Cryle asks, "Or, the Timekeepers... how far ahead have they gone... is the girl in training to be one of them...?" Shingi says, "The water seems to have inundated gthe area, almost destroying the buildings and other things." Shingi says, "So again, water is involved with the visions." Anuril says, "Maybe it's more of a metaphore, about... new eyes being more able to spot an obvious problem than old ones." You say, "Another possibility." You nod to Anuril. You say, "And... for those interested in the relevant of water in these visions, I suppose you won't be disappointed in the last one for tonight, either." You grin wryly. You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "A tall unlit lighthouse jutted from a cliff side, standing high above a roiling ocean, reaching high into the cold air. As waves battered stone, a faint light flickered in the windows of the structure, slowly winding up the tight staircase, visible periodically in open windows as it progressed to the lantern. Arriving at the pinnacle, a figure around a bit, though it was difficult to make out any details of the actions being performed. Suddenly, half a dozen streaks of light lanced outward from various lenses, a rainbow of reds, blues, greens, and purples. The beams of light arced wildly in a series of complex maneuvers, illuminating a series of rings encircling the peak of the lighthouse. As the beams spiraled chaotically, the now visible rings appeared to solidify themselves, rotating on distinct axes. Now intensely backlit, the lighthouse keeper was visible as a silhouette against the blinding lantern, and appeared to look directly at me. The vision faded." Navesi says, "This is making me thirsty." Ezerak grins at Navesi, his dimples flashing into view. Anuril says, "Rotating rings again." Elurora nods to Anuril. Anuril asks, "Is there anything they can't do?" You say, "Lighthouses have appeared in a number of visions. They could perhaps represent a place of safety in a dangerous environment. Or the place of someone trying to send signals to others." You say, "I've tried to think on what six beams of light, specifically in shades of red, blue, green and purple, might represent, but I haven't come up with anything just yet." Qetu asks, "Why can't moon mages just have straight forward visions?" Shingi asks, "Six different colored rings, similar to war mage elements maybe?" Kethrai says, "Zengmodaleth and the structure there has always given me feelings of a ligthhouse." Navesi chuckles at Qetu. You nod to Kethrai. Ezerak asks Qetu, "Where is your sense of adventure?" Ezerak chuckles. Cryle slowly says, "That one does have a few paralells to the Custodians and their flashing colours." Anuril says, "The custodians communicate via colored lights." Anuril nods to Cryle. Navesi says, "Reminds me of the sphere with the rings from the earlier vision." Qetu says to Ezerak, "You can have that with to the point visions too." Ezerak grins at Qetu, his dimples flashing into view. Imroth nods to Navesi. Jaelia takes a sip of her Elixir. Shingi takes a sip of her water. Cryle says, "The custodians opened up, turning into discs made of rings..." Qetu says, "I have been in Zengmodaleth a few times." You nod. Anuril says to Cryle, "If the Lord of the Void is the lighthouse keeper, it could be implied that the custodians are an attempt by him to send a message, signal danger." You say, "Red, blue and green definitely fit the custodians, though I don't believe I've seen purple from them. Though I suppose they might be capable of it, being able to produce red and blue light." Cryle says, "Combining colours is a new thought." You say, "No signs of yellow, though." Imroth says, "Pretty neat lighthouse though." Kethrai says, "The point of a lighthouse is to warn ships to stay away from them..." Kethrai says, "But we know Daervlan intends that we're supposed to do SOMETHING, yeah? As some kind of test. Not just stay away." Cryle asks, "Because of all the giant moths they attract?" Anuril says, "You know, Ward Break also looks like that shape." You say, "And the beams of light seemed to activate the rings on the lighthouse somehow, which could tie into communications with the custodians." Kethrai nods to Anuril. Anuril gestures at Kethrai. Bands of opaque iridescence appear around Kethrai in a concentric hexad. Each begins to revolve along a different axis, soon collectively fading into a colored blur that obscures him for several moments. Jaelia curtsies. You stroke your beard in thoughtful contemplation. Kethrai says, "That... does look an awful lot like the description we just heard." Anuril makes a grunting noise. Kethrai says, "Six rings, rotating on different axes, different colors..." Navesi nods. Cryle says, "I do enjoy breaking wards." You say, "Well, six beams of light, but I'm not sure how many rings there were." Kethrai nods to you. Kethrai says, "Perhaps the Immortals who created these things simply like the image of rings rotating on different axes. It is striking." You say, "For lack of another concrete alternative, the possibility of this being related to Zengmodaleth does seem plausible. It's certainly a bastion of safety in the mist of environs for which calling them 'roiling' would be an understatement." Imroth says, "It is striking. And very cosmic." Ezerak nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. Imroth nods to Kethrai. Imroth says, "Bulgrot is having a hard time." You ask, "And that covers the visions I had to discuss this evening. Any questions, or other things people want to bring up?" Navesi asks, "Show of hands, who here appreciates Miskton's consistency and clarity with organizing all these Visions meetings?" Elurora raises her hand. Imroth says, "Thank you for hosting and sharing visions." Kethrai raises his hand. Anuril grins at Navesi. Navesi raises her hand. Imroth bows to you. Anuril raises his hand. You chuckle. Jaelia raises her hand. Qetu raises his hand. Imroth raises his hand. Jaelia grins. Jaelia applauds. Ezerak raises his hand. You say, "Well, thank you all for coming, and the vote of confidence." Ezerak grins at Navesi, his dimples flashing into view. You grin. Jaelia exclaims, "Thank you - Always!" Cryle raises her hand. Ayrell smiles. Elurora nods to Jaelia. Navesi looks at you and applauds! Anuril says, "After hearing them all, I do feel like the tide pool and the lighthouse ones might be related." Elurora gives a slight curtsy, barely worth the effort. Navesi says to you, "It's a lot of work, and it's nice occasionally to acknowledge that." You say, "If anyone does hear from any other seers about visions similar to the one I described with the young man, I'd be interested to hear about it. Particularly what a seer who is a woman might have seen." Cryle says, "If any aspiring historians wish to peruse the archives of visions and align them to events, I would be interested in your findings. Just not interested enough to do it myself." Anuril snorts, loudly. Anuril coughs. Ayrell says to you, "Thank you for everything." Imroth exclaims, "I have a vision... of me in a bed!" You chuckle. Ezerak nods at Ayrell, obviously agreeing with her views. Anuril asks Imroth, "A... wet bed?" Navesi nods to Cryle. Anuril gazes off into the distance. Imroth coughs. Imroth blanches. Navesi gazes at Anuril. Anuril flails his arms about. Ezerak says, "I always appreciate hearing these, even if I am not clever enough to figure out what they mean." Anuril exclaims, "I thought there was a theme?!" You say, "No more moon beam in Crossing, I'm afraid. But thank you all for coming." You carefully mark your place and close your astronomer's journal, securing the clasp.