Miskton/Logs/20250308 Visions

Event Name: Vision Meeting

Event Instance: Prime

Real Date: 2025-03-08

Game Date of Event: 452-02-10

Point of View: Miskton

You say, "Okay, I think we can probably get started. Thank you all for joining me here this evening." Tirost laughs happily. Ayrell smiles at Allye. Ryeka takes a sip of her rum. Ryeka grins, revealing her dimples. Allye flashes a wide grin at Ayrell. Ayrell softly says to Allye, "Thank you." Zalinyar says, "If anyone wants some rum to prepare for this interesting meeting, whisper to me and I'll hand you a goblet." Tirost smiles at Allye. Allye nods to Ayrell. Zalinyar smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. You say, "Obviously we continue to see the Heralds and the Immortals in the sky, and it seems they are still weighing heavily on the Web of Fate. Perhaps not related to everything being seen, however." Ryeka nods. You say, "Though the first vision I have to discuss pretty clearly relates to the events going on above us." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Karthor adjusts the fit of his spectacles. Zynell angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you. You say, "With a hammering blow, I felt the air torn from my chest, and I found myself cast high into the sky. I swept past the approaching champions, flung beyond the furious gaze of beings I could not recall, and looked to silent stars, to the darkness between, seeing the now familiar bulges of nothingness writhing. A faint pulsing blue light flickered, shifted to a dull red, and vanished. The vision faded." Tirost glances at Allye. Aerilia tilts her head to one side. Ryeka winces. Karthor scratches his head. Xionara scratches one ear, looking bemused. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Kerennya asks, "Blue light might be Liraxes' device?" Vaddon ponders. Allye nibbles her lip thoughtfully. Tirost smiles at Ayrell. Traim takes a sip of his champagne. Ryeka ponders. Ayrell takes a sip of her tea. Kerennya taps something inside her mariner's rucksack. Allye asks, "Or the Involuted Passage?" Ryeka says, "Maybe." You say, "Bulges moving through space are something that have been seen in a few visions now, and may well be related to beings from the Plane of Probability in some manner." Allye nods to you. Zalinyar nods to you. Tirost gazes thoughtfully at you. Xionara gazes at you. Xionara ponders. Ghust nods. You say, "One seemed to be moving in the background in a vision of the Involuted Passage approaching, for instance." Ryeka ponders. Tirost asks you, "The writhing seems... ominous. Did you have the impression with the visions that showed bulges in space?" Ghust shivers. Ryeka pats Ghust on the back. Ghust grins at Ryeka. You say, "I haven't necessarily gotten an overtly ominous impression, but they are definitely strange, whatever they are." Ryeka exclaims, "Us clerics are pretty used to seeing scary things while on quests for different Immortals- but that's a new one on me too!" Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Zynell grins at Ryeka. Ryeka winks at Zynell. Aerilia says, "It does give the impression of a third party watching from afar." Aerilia ponders. Kerennya takes a sip of her rum. Karthor says, "Wonder what the color-changin' light was. Sounds like somethin' switched from one status to 'nother, or somesuch." Karthor scratches his head. Allye nods to Karthor. Tirost says, "The light changing from blue to red also strikes me as a warning. It makes me think of the warnings we've had from some about the consequences of the conflict happening above us." You say, "There was a vision with one of those bulges not long before Liraxes appeared. Many of the Liraxes visions appeared to be pretty direct, but it's possible there was a connection there." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "Diffuse gas floated in sinuous loops, twisting and billowing against the gentle but persistent force of a string of stars. Softly illuminated, the whorls ebbed and flowed along curious field lines, splitting along vertices. As the gas wound and spiraled, it revealed the dimensions of an otherwise unseen geometric array, slightly undulating and buckling outward. A large bulge squirmed within the structure, recoiling as it approached the perimeter, and the stars sang and flickered. The vision faded." Ghust raises his hand. You nod to Ghust. Ghust quietly says, "Why does it seem like those magic messups arent happenin now." Vaddon shifts his weight. Ryeka takes a sip of her rum. Zalinyar says, "Hmm." Zalinyar ponders. You say, "The Immortals stepped in to prevent the mana burn effect in some way. The other impacts of wild magic still seem to be happening, however." Tirost frowns thoughtfully. Zalinyar asks, "A new constelation may be trying to eek it's way through?" Ryeka nods to you. Ghust nods. You say, "And... red isn't necessarily bad, though I agree that in this particular instance the color change does not seem like a good sign." Tirost nods to you. Karthor says, "Weren't those custodians flashin' different colors over in Zengmodaleth back when we were pokin' around there? Wonder if it's related to that somehow." Zalinyar nods to Karthor. You say, "Their color patterns seemed to be more complicated, though I didn't get a good look at just how the light was pulsing here." Karthor nods. Ryeka ponders. Zalinyar says, "At least it wasn't purple." Ryeka grins at Zalinyar, her dimples flashing into view. Vaddon smiles. Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum. You say, "The next vision also seems to be related to what's going on with the Immortals and the Heralds. Or at least, the man in it has appeared before, and seems to potentially be related to some plans in the works." Tirost says, "In this latest vision, the field of lines makes me think of when the Immortals aided in the rescue of our friends. I remember seeing Urrem'tier's scorpion manipulating something large and lattice-like in the skies..." Traim takes a sip of his champagne. You say, "A man hunched over a workbench, fiddling with a clockwork contraption. Tiny nested gears churned and oscillated, and the contraption clicked with a loud finality, freezing in place. The man paused a moment, unsure how to proceed, and in the corner of the workshop, a pair of large black eyes narrowed. The panther growled, and the shadows lengthened. The man did not react, but after a while, his eyes widened, and he lifted a long probe and gently prodded something deep within the contraption. Several gears whirled, a panel slid outward, and the machine unfurled, spreading itself across the workbench, an endless array of gears and flywheels and ratchets, and the man stepped back in awe. Facets of the contraption continued to unfurl, and the panther padded forward, eyes narrowing on the workbench, and the vision faded." Ryeka ponders. Zynell's ears perk up happily. Aerilia furrows her brow. You say, "And with the presence of the panther, we'd seem to have a stronger suggestion that the Immortals are involved." Ryeka blinks. Ryeka nods in agreement. Karthor scratches his head. Tirost nods to you. Zalinyar says, "Remember that guy that messed with time? what was his name? dissappeared a whole huge castle." Ryeka exclaims, "I didn't ask what Damaris thought of this the last time I was up at his shrine near Kaerna. I begin to think I should!" Kerennya asks, "Raerethrew?" Zalinyar ponders. Zalinyar says to Kerennya, "That sounds mostly right." Tirost glances at Aerilia. You say, "There was also Veralos." Zalinyar says, "I'm really bad with names." You ask, "Is Veralos? Will be Veralos?" You shrug. Zynell asks, "Do we take the man at the bench to be Kertigen working on something?" Karthor says to you, "All of 'em at once, methinks." Karthor twitches. Tirost asks Zynell, "The panther in the vision likely represents Damaris, no?" Zynell nods to Tirost. Zynell says, "More often than not." Ryeka smiles at a clumsy greyhound puppy, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Zalinyar asks, "The panthers eyes don't appear as black though, do they?" Zalinyar peers quizzically at Zynell. You say, "The panther didn't seem happy exactly, but it seemed like perhaps it was the man failing to make progress that had it unhappy." Tirost nods to you. Karthor says, "Aye, it seemed to be sort of waitin' impatiently fer him to be finished." Tirost says to you, "Or the contraption itself was dangerous." You say, "And then when the device was finished, the panther apparently intends to do something either with it, or to it." Traim says, "What of this fellow Asildu and his contraptions? I know nothing of the fellow but I have heard he has some connections to artifacts if not contraptions." Tirost nods to you. Ryeka ponders. Zalinyar says, "Or kill it." Tirost nods to Traim. Tirost says to Traim, "My sense of this is that it is separate from Asildu. The Heralds seem less... mechanically inclined, compared to their power over stone, vines, life and elemental forces." Zalinyar says, "They guy with the gadget reminded me of an embiggening device." Traim nods. Tirost says, "Though I could be wrong. To me, this seems far more closely aligned to what we've experienced in and from Zengmodaleth." You say, "I suppose there's some possibility that this could indicate Damaris taking advantage of Liraxes's device." Miraeven gets a golden Gnomish gadget from inside a whorling eddy of shifting argent light captured within an icesteel censer. Miraeven gazes thoughtfully at a golden Gnomish gadget. Zalinyar nods to Miraeven. Ryeka says, "Well- while I was up in Zoluren, some of us did talk about Asildu- about whether it might be possible to get up out from the thrall of the Heralds. If nothing else, it would leave the Heralds with one less tool." Zynell asks, "Does liraxes appear as a man in the visions though?" Traim asks, "I got the sense from the vision that Damaris seemed to help. It was only after the shadows lengthened that the man, whoever or whatever he is, gets the contraption to work, right?" You say to Zynell, "We've seen visions of crystal that seem more clearly related." Zynell says, "Shadows lengthening is either the simple passage of time or Damaris narrowing down the issues with the inventor." Zynell nods to Traim. Traim ponders. Zalinyar asks, "Who is the immortal of tinkerers?" Traim takes a sip of his champagne. Zynell says, "Kertigen." Ryeka nods. Tirost nods to Zynell. Zalinyar asks, "How does the relationship between Damaris and Kertigen fit?" Tirost says, "It is odd to find a symbol of Damaris at a workbench with gears and flywheels and ratchets." Karthor asks, "It'd be odd fer two immortals to be represented at once, where only one of 'em is by their animal symbol though, eh?" Aerilia nods to Tirost. Zalinyar nods to Karthor. Zynell says, "They have worked together and at odds. but this could also be a tool they are crafting to better use his more... deadly talents." Zynell shrugs. Zalinyar asks Karthor, "But if this might be the beginning of a string of immortals working together?" Zalinyar peers quizzically at Karthor. Karthor looks at Zalinyar and shrugs. Kerennya takes a sip of her rum. Karthor says to Zalinyar, "Beats me, I'm always just flailin' about blindly tryin' to make sense o' these." Karthor chuckles. Ryeka grins, revealing her dimples. Zynell ponders. You chuckle. You take a sip of the rum. Mmm! The silky smooth blend of smoke and exotic spice wraps around your tongue like a flame in a slow dance as you sip your dark rum. Sweet honey helps to soothe the heat of pepper on your lips. Traim says, "Maybe the man isn't singular. Maybe he just represents us, or a collective effort of somekind to fix or construct something. And the panther helps or maybe guides." Traim rubs gingerly at his temples. Traim shrugs. You say to Traim, "A possibility, yes." Zynell says to you, "The Damaris followers will be gathering a few times over the coming weeks, we will add this to our questions." Karthor says, "Could be that. Unaka did mention "inventions" when she was talkin' about civilization as a whole." You nod to Zynell. Ryeka nods. Tirost gazes at Ayrell. Ryeka says, "And Unaka did repeat that we had to think bigger." You say, "The next vision may, unfortunately, also be related to the movements of the Heralds. Though we can't rule out other threats, of course." Tirost shifts his weight. You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "I found myself standing before a large table, a detailed map of Zoluren spread before me. The map extended well beyond the familiar borders of the known, but before I was able to begin taking note of the unfamiliar regions, a burning cloud began to swirl above, pushing me back as I covered my face protectively. After a moment, the storm ceased, and coughing, I blinked away the ash from my eyes. The map was burnt in several locations where embers fell, causing pinpoint burns that smoldered and slowly spread outward. I stepped forward to survey the damage, but the vision faded before I could observe the map clearly." Ryeka blinks. Aerilia frowns slightly. Ryeka exclaims, "Methings Zoluren has a problem!" Karthor scratches his head. Ghust quietly asks, "Map? As if somewhere ta go that we need ta be at?" You say, "Perhaps not literal fire will be involved, but destruction coming from the sky is definitely not out of the question..." A pained expression crosses Ayrell's face. Ryeka smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Ayrell nods to Tirost. Tirost glances at Illiya. You say, "There could potentially be other sources, of course. But at the moment the Heralds do seem like the most likely source for destruction from above." Ryeka nods. Aerilia nods to you. Illiya smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Kerennya nods in agreement. Tirost softly says to Illiya, "This is my least favorite vision." Vaddon nods. Zynell says, "Without a clearer view of the map, it feels like a general warning." Ayrell takes a sip of her tea. Ryeka mutters something into the air about drakes. Illiya nods in agreement. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Zalinyar says to Tirost, "This is my most favorite one so far." Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Xionara takes a sip of her rum. Ryeka takes a sip of her rum. Xionara hiccups. Tirost squints at Zalinyar. Xionara hiccups. Illiya asks Zalinyar, "Why is that?" Zalinyar says, "Let me explain my thought." Ghust quietly says to Xionara, "Don overdo it." Karthor says, "Because fire, I'm sure." Zalinyar smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Karthor chuckles. Traim says, "Maybe a ranger should go check out the Greater Fist, see if anything is unusual." Zalinyar says, "No no, not because of fire." Xionara haltingly says to Ghust, "Hah. always overdoing it." Traim chuckles. Xionara snickers. You say, "It may at least be an indication to be prepared for possible attacks at multiple locations at once." Zalinyar says, "Because there was a map showing a much larger than we know area." Zalinyar nods. Xionara falls over. Xionara snores. Xionara's eyes glaze over as she loses herself in a daydream. Karthor nods. Ayrell looks thoughtfully at Tirost. Tirost nods to you. Zynell says, "Zoluren triage is in taelbert's bar." Ghust shakes his head at Xionara. Zalinyar gazes at Xionara. Zynell grins mischievously. Aerilia chuckles. You say to Zalinyar, "Yes, I do wish I'd been able to examine the map a bit more..." Zynell asks Aerilia, "Subtle right?" Zalinyar asks, "So if the imortals are wishing to hid this knowledge from us, we would be shown a map scattered with embers and burned so we couldn't see the whole map right?" Zalinyar nods. Aerilia quietly says to Zynell, "It does bear repeating." Aerilia nods to Zynell. Zalinyar says, "This means the possibility that we may rediscover lost lands." Zalinyar says to Vaddon, "@vadd High Hold." Illiya says, "It is interesting that the map extended beyond the familiar borders of the known." Ryeka ponders. Vaddon says, "Potentially." Vaddon nods. Zynell says, "There used to be ways west." Zalinyar says, "The whole of Adamantavia." Zynell nods. Zynell nods to Illiya. Zalinyar nods. Ryeka nods to Zynell. Zalinyar says, "This vision excites me." Zalinyar nods. Vaddon takes a sip of his rum. Ryeka says, "There is an area that I've been very curious about- but was never able to explore." Ryeka ponders. Ghust quietly asks, "Any chance of a gate ta crossin?" Zynell says, "Perhaps after we avoid cosmic doom, we can go exploring places." Zynell nods. Zalinyar says to Ryeka, "There's many places we can't pass into. Some barrier or another." Ryeka nods to Zalinyar. Miraeven rubs his stone gwethdesuan. Ryeka says to Zalinyar, "One of those places is west of Kaerna." Zynell nods at Ryeka, obviously agreeing with her views. You say to Ghust, "Xibar set, so I no longer have a moonbeam in Crossing." Ghust nods. Ghust quietly says, "No worries." Zalinyar says to you, "This may seem like a doomish vision, but it is exciting to me, because in my mind's eye, I see future exploration." You nod to Zalinyar. Zynell nods to Zalinyar. Tirost shakes his head at Ayrell. Zalinyar nods to Ryeka. Zynell asks Zalinyar, "Exploring teams post cosmic apocolypse?" You say, "Speaking of exploration! We've got another vision of a group of people exploring a strange environment..." Zynell grins. You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Aerilia tilts her head to one side. Zalinyar grins at you, her dimples flashing into view. You say, "A group of individuals walked through a bizarre and alien swamp, carefully stepping between fungal bushes riddled with air-filled sacs and tree-like structures with branching stems sagging under the weight of jelly filled orbs. Murky waters steamed with the smell of decay, and swarms of insects undulated by, ignoring the travelers. The group gathered several of the orbs into a small pile, and sitting in a circle, began to process the fruits." Zalinyar rubs her hands together. Ghust ponders. You say, "Cracking the soft orbs, the group scooped a yellowish mash onto the ground, casting aside the shells. The mash oozed with a pungent aroma, and after a moment, a goopy mound began to form. The insects appeared drawn to the mash, and in the distance, something bellowed loudly, approaching. The group fearfully stared into the distance, and the vision faded." Ryeka blinks. Traim says, "This one seems strikingly Pethian to me." Karthor scratches his head. You say, "Not as bad an immediate outcome as in the previous vision, where one of them picked up a trinket and lost some fingers for his troubles. But they still seem to have made a mistake." Zalinyar says, "Eww." Vaddon takes a sip of his rum. Kerennya takes a sip of her rum. Zalinyar says, "Swamps are ... gross." Ryeka asks, "The Lake of Dreams?" Kerennya says, "Definitely not my among my favorite places." Zynell says to you, "That almost sounds like putting the lures out in taisadon." You say, "I suppose they might be TRYING to lure in something, but if they're that afraid of it I would think they should make some more preparations." Zalinyar says, "Or the swamp up north will be growing." Ryeka says, "And there is another marshy/boggy area near Therenborough- I spent a lot of time hunting dark spirits there." Zalinyar ponders. Zalinyar nods to Ryeka. You say, "Bait does seem like the most reasonable explanation for why someone would just dump all that fruit on the ground, though." Zynell nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. Ghust quietly says, "Ahm sorry but ah need ta be goin. If ah see somethin ah will let you know." Ghust bows to you. Zynell takes a sip of her rum. Pack Brother Ghust drifts southwest. Ryeka takes a sip of her rum. You take a sip of the rum. Mmm! The silky smooth blend of smoke and exotic spice wraps around your tongue like a flame in a slow dance as you sip your dark rum. Sweet honey helps to soothe the heat of pepper on your lips. Illiya nods to you. Aerilia ponders. Illiya says, "I think we had another Taisidon one in the last batch of visions." Traim asks you, "Do you at all see the similarity to the imagery in g'nar peth work?" You stroke your beard in thoughtful contemplation. Zalinyar ponders. Traim says, "Alien plants, animals, the smell of decay." Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum. Traim says, "Insects." Zalinyar nods to Traim. Ayrell takes a sip of her tea. Traim says, "Zero idea why that would be relevant now, but it came to mind for me." You say, "I'm afraid I've never really had a great grasp of Pethian ideas." Ryeka nods. Ryeka blinks. Ryeka rubs her eyes. Traim dryly says, "I'm not entirely sure Pethians have a great grasp of Pethian ideas." Kerennya raises her voice in merry laughter. Traim says, "But the imagery seems familiar to me." Ryeka exclaims, "I'm not thinking of everything- There is a swamp near us too, over the white bridge!" Karthor chuckles. You say, "I would guess that this strange swamp is related to the settlement with strange architecture in the previous vision. But what they represent..." Zynell asks Illiya, "The king poteas blossom or such vision?" Illiya nods to Zynell. Ryeka exclaims, "And they do have bugs!" Zynell nods at Illiya, obviously agreeing with her views. You say, "For reference, the previous vision..." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Zalinyar says, "The swamps and skeletal hands reminded me of the area northeast of Haven. I can't think that area would be any less unsafe than it already is, but if it's a soft, or weak spot perhaps there may be some areas on that burned map showing up there." You say, "A group of individuals walked through bizarre and foreign ruins, carefully stepping between architecture of the sort I had never seen. Tall crumbling arches of a pale red stone revealed reinforcing rods of a dark metal that, while bent and weakened, did not show signs of rust. Moss covered squat, bulbous structures with short wide doorframes and circular windows, and leaf-strewn roads were covered in branches and the occasional animal corpse. The group scattered, seeking trinkets and valuables, and after rummaging through the dead buildings, they spread their findings atop a thick canvas sheet." You say, "A young man fiddled with a bauble and suddenly screamed, his fingers falling to the ground in a bloody spray as the bauble began to spin in midair. The group ran for cover, and the vision faded." Zalinyar covers her eyes with her hand. Zalinyar blanches. Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum. Zalinyar asks, "That zengo place again?" Ryeka says, "That does ring more of the Zaulfang." Casari shakes her head at Zynell. Zynell nods to Casari. Vaddon nods to Zalinyar. Zalinyar says, "The twisted metal." Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum. You say, "And the last vision to discuss this evening is... almost pleasant. Except for one little ominous element." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Karthor raises an eyebrow. Ryeka peers quizzically at you. You say, "A large dog trotted directly in front of me and dropped a rubber ball. The ball rolled to my feet, and the dog sat, looking at the ball, then up at me, then back at the ball. I bent down and picked up the rubber ball, and the dog's tail betrayed the slightest of wags, and the dog's eyebrows twitched expressively. I tossed the ball gently, and the dog leaped into the air and caught the ball, performing a smooth twist and landing on all fours. The dog's tail wagged harder, and the dog once again dropped the ball at my feet, again looking at the ball, then up at me, then back at the ball. I chuckled and found myself compelled to pick up the ball again, when I noticed the dog flicker oddly a moment, its tail freezing in place. The moment passed, the dog's tail continued to wag, and the vision faded." Ryeka ponders. Karthor scratches his head. Aerilia says, "That is a little unsettling." Aerilia ponders. Ryeka exclaims, "I'm at a loss about that!" Illiya ponders. Kerennya says, "I have a vague recollection of an intelligent dog from other visions..." Zynell says, "Perhaps we get another chance at a canine companion." Illiya says to Kerennya, "Interesting.." Tirost gazes thoughtfully at you. Illiya says to Zynell, "That is what I was thinking too." Illiya flashes a quick grin at Zynell. You say, "We did see a vision of a dog shortly before puppies could be found at Duskruin." Zynell says to Illiya, "Though i am not certain why that would be a pleasant thing." Illiya chuckles at Zynell. Zalinyar says, "So in my mind's eye about that vision, is we are all dogs, wanting to please our masters, playing catch, fetch, and retrieve." Zalinyar says, "WHo do we serve, who do we seek favor from. Who do we bring the orbs back to." Zynell says to Illiya, "Better than monkeys." Zynell nods emphatically at Illiya. Illiya nods at Zynell, obviously agreeing with her views. Kerennya says, "Monkeys are EVIL." Kerennya nods. Zynell nods at Kerennya, obviously agreeing with her views. Ryeka glances outside a moment. Zynell takes a sip of her rum. Karthor says, "Almost sounds like the dog was some sort o' elaborate illusion designed to keep the viewer content. But the illusion wasn't perfect. Or somethin'." Zalinyar says, "To my mind's eyes, that's a clear statement of My chosen person is... put your immortal and favor in here.... (smiles slightly as she draws out a Damaris favor orb from her pack) this is devotion at it's purest form." Karthor twitches. Traim nods to Karthor. Aerilia nods to Karthor. Miraeven quietly says, "It could have nothing to do with dogs. The flicker, the hiccup, could portray the illusory nature of something that is compelling us toward a course of action." You say, "I personally found the potential implication of some sort of loop happening there a bit unsettling, particularly after my experience in the Null Prison. But the vision didn't repeat enough for that to make too much of an impact." Traim nods to Miraeven. Karthor strokes his beard in thoughtful contemplation. Aerilia asks, "The apparent feeling of being compelled stood out to me, too. Compelled to act by something false?" Aerilia ponders. Ryeka ponders. Tirost asks you, "Did you experience a loop of some kind in the null prison?" Zalinyar asks you, "But when you seek favors, do you swap your chosen immortal, or stick with the same one over and over and over, like a dog fetching a ball?" Miraeven nods to Aerilia. You say to Zalinyar, "It changes depending on circumstances." Zalinyar says, "To me, the ball very obviously represents a favor orb. and the dog, me." You say to Tirost, "Not an obvious repetition of exactly the same thing, but it was a never ending sequence of visions." Traim glances up at the sky. Tirost frowns. Zalinyar says, "I choose Damaris. I've only ever gotten favors from damaris. i run happily, and per sey, wagging my tail to his favor altar to exchange the orb for his favor." Traim gazes at you. Illiya asks you, "Oh, you had visions in the Null Prison?" A pained expression crosses Ayrell's face. Tirost asks you, "Do you recall them... if you'd be willing to share?" Tirost glances at Ayrell. Zynell nods to Ayrell. Illiya rubs Ayrell in a friendly manner. Ezerak rubs Ayrell's back. Traim asks Ayrell, "You too?" Ayrell nods to Traim. Tirost frowns as his fist clenches suddenly. Traim ponders. Ayrell softly says, "I would call mine more akin to nightmares than visions, but yes." Traim gives a slight nod. Aerilia tilts her head to one side. Ryeka pats Ayrell on the back. You say, "I think there is a good chance they were not related to my actual connection to the Plane of Probability, but similar in nature to things I have seen." Tirost gazes at you. (Zalinyar gazes at Ayrell in support) Zynell ponders. Illiya asks you, "Things you had seen in the Plane of Probability?" You say, "And... I couldn't tell you details on most of them. I wasn't sure about the passage of time, but somewhere in there I began to lose my sense of self, shifting from viewpoint to viewpoint." Tirost nods to you. Ryeka ponders. Zalinyar ponders. Illiya jots down some notes. Kerennya takes a sip of her rum. Ryeka rubs her eyes. Tirost quietly asks you, "Did... anything stand out among the visions and points of view? A memorable image or feeling?" Aerilia nibbles her lip thoughtfully. Zalinyar softly asks you, "As if you were one with the stars?" Vaddon takes a sip of his rum. Zynell takes a sip of her rum. You say, "I saw the world end. Many, many times." You say, "In many different ways." Zynell takes a sip of her rum. Tirost frowns. Karthor winces. Tirost glances at Ayrell. You take a sip of the rum. Kerennya winces. Ayrell gazes down at the floor. Ryeka ponders. Illiya looks with concern at you. Zalinyar blanches. Ezerak whispers something to Ayrell. Ayrell gives Ezerak a slight nod. Aerilia ponders. Zalinyar says, "That doesn't sound fun at all." Zalinyar offers you a glass goblet of darkefire rum with silver varked flames. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds. You say to Zalinyar, "I've still got the last one to work through." You grin wryly. Illiya asks you, "Did it strike you as something that had happened before or something that was yet to occur?" Telamont smiles at Zynell. Zalinyar nods to you. Zalinyar takes a sip of her rum. Zynell takes a sip of her eclipse. Ryeka peers quizzically at you. Telamont takes a sip of his eclipse. Ryeka takes a sip of her rum. Zalinyar takes a deep breath. You say to Illiya, "Some of them were similar to things I had seen previously, in priors threats to the world." You take a sip of the rum. Mmm! The silky smooth blend of smoke and exotic spice wraps around your tongue like a flame in a slow dance as you sip your dark rum. Sweet honey helps to soothe the heat of pepper on your lips. Vaddon takes a sip of his rum. Illiya ponders. Tirost says to you, "Thanks for sharing what you saw with us, Miskton, and I'm sorry. We tried everything to get you back... but it took a very long time." Ryeka nods in agreement. You say, "That is part of what makes me suspect the nature of it, and that it was drawing from my memories, rather than the Plane of Probability." Ezerak nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views. Ezerak quietly says, "Far too long." Tirost nods to Ezerak. Aerilia nods to you. Telamont takes a sip of his eclipse. Telamont takes a sip of his eclipse. Illiya nods to you. Zalinyar quietly says to you, "While we all don't want to ask you the things because we know they may hurt you to recall, we also all want to know the things what we don't want to ask. SO anything you can recall and wish to share now, or eventually is apprecaited. We all did our best to try to help." You say, "Anyway! A cute dog. Only slightly out of sync with the flow of time. That seems like a relatively nice note to wrap things up on." You grin. Ryeka grins, revealing her dimples. Aerilia smiles. Zalinyar smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Karthor grins. Zalinyar chuckles. Zalinyar exclaims, "Very cute!" Ryeka asks, "Bow-wow?" (Tirost gazes at the floor, seemingly lost in thought.) Allye grins at you. Vaddon takes a sip of his rum. Miraeven quietly asks, "Tangential to a discussion of visions, as it may be...losing a sense of self is interesting. I can't help but think of Asildu and the efforts to free him from the Heralds' sway. Just musing, here, but could the ultimate purpose of the null space be to convert minds, enslave them...create more pawns?" You say, "Thank you all for joining me here this evening." Vaddon says, "Thank you for hosting." You stroke your beard in thoughtful contemplation. Vaddon says, "And sharing." You carefully mark your place and close your astronomer's journal, securing the clasp. Traim ponders. Tirost glances at Ryeka. Kerennya asks you, "Do you the visions or dreams or whatever they were strike you as something you were receiving from outside of yourself?" Zalinyar dimples at you. Karthor stretches his arms. Ayrell quietly says to you, "Thank you for hosting." Illiya hugs Ayrell, getting a smile in return. Ryeka smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Casari nods. Ezerak nods at Ayrell, obviously agreeing with her views. Raising her darkefire rum to you, Ryeka gives you a toast. Cheers! Ayrell hugs Illiya, getting a smile in return. Miraeven bows to you. Tirost clears his throat. Aerilia says to you, "Thanks for hosting us. Always interesting to hear new visions." Traim says to Miraeven, "Seems as valid a theory as any other I've heard, better than many." Ryeka exclaims, "Thank you again!" Tirost says to you, "Thank you, Miskton, as always." Ezerak says to you, "Yes, thank you, as always, for sharing the visions." Tirost bows to you. Karthor says, "Right then, well tha'was mysterious as usual. Thanks fer sharin'." Miraeven bows to Tirost. Zalinyar says, "There's a lot of trauma." Traim says, "Thanks, Miskton." Zalinyar rests her hand on your arm with a soft smile. You say to Kerennya, "The source was not clear." Tirost bows to Miraeven. Zalinyar smiles at you, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Karthor says, "Ya folks take care." Kerennya nods. Miraeven quietly says, "Blessed morning, all." Allye waves to Karthor. Karthor raises his hand in a quick salute. Traim raises his hand in a quick salute. Ayrell gazes off into the distance. Illiya says to you, "Thank you again for hosting these and sharing your wisdom with us." Ryeka nods to Tirost. You exclaim, "And if anybody thinks on any of these things and has more ideas, please feel free to reach out and let me know!"