Miskton/Logs/20250412 Visions

Event Name: Vision Meeting

Event Instance: Prime

Real Date: 2025-04-12

Game Date of Event: 452-05-29

Point of View: Miskton

You exclaim, "Okay, I think we can probably get started. Thank you all for joining me here this evening!" Betlind gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer. Valynn rubs Kethrai in a friendly manner. Kethrai says, "Of course she chose that option." Betlind looks at you and applauds! Anuril snorts, loudly. You say, "We've got a number of visions to go over tonight. Most of them have started being seen recently, though there is one that began to appear not long after the last meeting." You say, "So I think we will probably begin with that one..." Valynn gazes at you. You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Anuril puffs away on his silverwillow pipe. You say, "A shadow flickered at the edge of my vision, drawing my attention. As I turned for a better look, the world around me faded away to a dark grey and my perspective lurched across landscapes before reorienting on an elderly Gor'Tog in a cave. The figure was gesturing wildly to overturned beds, stains and more around the small alcove as others either tried to right the indicated furniture or reached out to the figure in failed attempts to soothe his obvious ire. The scene played out in silence, yet as the vision faded and color returned to my original surroundings, I caught a single, hoarsely whispered statement, "I'm too old for this." Betlind ponders. Anuril chortles softly at some secret joke. Aerilia hugs Tirost, who wraps his arms around Aerilia with a warm smile. Tirost hugs Aerilia, who wraps her arms around Tirost with a warm smile. Betlind smiles at Tirost, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Ryeka ponders. Tirost smiles at Betlind. Kethrai says, "Perhaps that one's a metaphor." You say, "It was not too long after that when the announcement of Dokt's retirement came out." Anuril gives Kethrai a gentle poke in the ribs. Valynn appears to be trying hard not to grin. Ryeka says, "Maybe." Anuril says, "Not retirement, it's more of a pivot." Ryeka nods. Traim chuckles. You nod to Anuril. Aerilia says, "He has certainly earned the right to do whatever he wishes." Ryeka chuckles. Ryeka nods. Kethrai nods at Aerilia, obviously agreeing with her views. Valynn nods in agreement. Casari asks, "Did he have to earn that?" Aerilia says, "Though I miss the convenience of having all the patients there." Aerilia grins. Kethrai says, "Although from what I've tasted, his baking could use practice." Betlind nods to Gwenddolyn. Valynn grins at Aerilia. Ryeka says, "I took a look at his baked goods. Um- they are a little expensive." Ryeka chuckles. You say, "I've seen the cookies on display, though I've not yet tried any of them." Valynn ponders. Kethrai says, "He's no Thipbeet, all I'm saying." Brenist just arrived. Ryeka nods in agreement. Ryeka grins, revealing her dimples. Anuril dryly says to Aerilia, "Some of them have started visiting the courtyard very... regularly." Brenist smiles at Ryeka. Aerilia nods to Anuril. Valynn quietly asks Kethrai, "Perhaps an article in the next Berries edition is called for?" Aemaranth says, "Not that expensive if one tips their healer justly." Kethrai groans. Kethrai quietly says to Valynn, "Not you too..." Ryeka chuckles. You chuckle. Valynn grins at Kethrai. Ryeka says, "Might be a little tough for youngsters, though." Valynn quietly says to Kethrai, "I'll do the writing." Valynn winks at Kethrai. Kethrai casually observes the area. Kethrai loudly says, "Everyone heard her say that." You say, "But yes, Dokt has certainly put in a lot of work. And it seems he finds this less stressful. Perhaps at least until the culinary reviews start coming out." Anuril laughs! Valynn begins chortling at Kethrai. Ryeka chuckles. Tirost chuckles. Anuril asks you, "He's no veteran of the glaes spatula, eh?" Gwenddolyn says, "I think his bakery is a front and he is laundering money." Ryeka winks at Gwenddolyn. Gwenddolyn chuckles. You say to Anuril, "That's how it sounds! I'm sure I'll have a chance to try his wares before long." Valynn grins at Tirost. Tirost smiles at Valynn. Anuril grins. Valynn offers Tirost a pint of Peregrine porter. Tirost accepts Valynn's Peregrine porter. Tirost laughs happily. Raising his Peregrine porter to Valynn, Tirost gives her a toast. Valynn offers Aerilia a pint of Peregrine porter. Aerilia accepts Valynn's Peregrine porter. Tirost says to Valynn, "One keg runs dry and another is opened, eh? Thanks, Val." Valynn grins at Tirost. Tirost takes a sip of his porter. Kethrai closes his eyes for a moment and grows still. Valynn says to Tirost, "You're welcome." Valynn casually observes the area. You say, "Now, on to the visions that have been seen more recently... and I think we'll start with another one that I think we have a pretty good idea on." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Brenist glances outside a moment. Tirost smiles at Gwenddolyn. Valynn offers Anuril a pint of Peregrine porter. Aerilia takes a sip of her porter. Anuril accepts Valynn's Peregrine porter. Anuril nods to Valynn. You say, "I saw a man dragging a corpse along a road, sweating with effort. The corpse bore several grotesque wounds, the left leg bent at an odd angle. As the man struggled a bit, drawing the occasional odd glance from merchants leading oxen and nods of recognition from adventurers, a few children playing in fields stopped to watch." Anuril sniffs at a pint of Peregrine porter. Valynn nods to Anuril. You say, "Eventually, the man reached a crossroad, where a large vela'tohr thicket swayed in the breeze, the gathering spot for several individuals and travelers. The man hauled the corpse near the thicket, and stretched momentarily, rubbing his shoulder with a mild grimace. Pointing at the corpse, the man watched the thicket extend a branch to the battered body, and nodded in approval as the corpse's wounds began to knit shut. The vision faded." Valynn offers Traim a pint of Peregrine porter. Aerilia ponders. Anuril takes a sip of his porter. Traim accepts Valynn's Peregrine porter. Traim bows to Valynn. Traim takes a sip of his porter. Ryeka smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Ryeka nods. Valynn smiles at Traim. You say, "Not long after I started seeing that vision, I heard word that Empath researchers had made some improvements to the spell pattern for Embrace of the Vela'Tohr." Kethrai nods to you. Aerilia nods in agreement. Anuril asks you, "Have you refined your craft somehow, that these visions have become so very explicable?" Ryeka exclaims, "Oooh!" You say to Anuril, "Oh, don't worry... we'll get back to the confusion soon enough." Anuril laughs! Ryeka grins, revealing her dimples. Valynn chortles softly at some secret joke. Aerilia says, "I have noticed it's easier to keep tabs on my plant now, too. The researchers did good work." Traim grins wryly. Kethrai nods at Aerilia, obviously agreeing with her views. Anuril takes a sip of his porter. You say, "And the plants are now able to be directed to take wounds from the dead, helping with the process of getting them back on their feet." Betlind exclaims, "Neat!" Ryeka nods. Kethrai says, "I'm intrigued to see what the plants would do with the corpse of someone who they would not heal if it were living. I suspect they will heal nevertheless." Aerilia says, "Good news for triage." Ayrell smiles at Valynn. Valynn offers Ayrell a pint of Peregrine porter. Anuril observes Kethrai with fascination. Kethrai says, "As a dead body is generally a dead body regardless of who, to us." Anuril hopefully asks Kethrai, "Do you need a body to test?" Ryeka grins, revealing her dimples. Kethrai looks at Anuril and sighs. Anuril casually observes the area. Kethrai rubs Anuril gently, massaging his muscles. Anuril makes a grunting noise. Betlind clucks her tongue and shakes her head. Aerilia looks thoughtfully at Kethrai. Valynn smiles at Ayrell. Valynn offers Betlind a pint of Peregrine porter. Betlind bows to Valynn. Betlind declines Valynn's offer. Valynn nods to Betlind. Betlind exclaims to Valynn, "Apologies, not a drinker!" Kethrai says, "For example, when we heal other Empaths, their reflected talent makes the process so easy that we don't even learn anything from it." Betlind blushes a bright red color. Valynn smiles at Betlind. Kethrai says, "But when we heal a dead Empath, it's the same as healing anyone else." Valynn quietly says to Betlind, "More for me." Betlind snickers at Valynn. Aerilia nods to Kethrai. Betlind nods emphatically at Valynn. Anuril takes a sip of his porter. Ayrell smiles at Valynn. Keemar's tail undulates lazily through the air. Anuril quietly says to Valynn, "This is quite good." Valynn offers Ezerak a pint of Peregrine porter. Valynn smiles at Anuril. Ezerak accepts Valynn's Peregrine porter. You say, "For the next vision... I think I should start by reviewing a vision we went over at the last meeting." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Ezerak says to Valynn, "Thank you." Tirost takes a sip of his porter. Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at you. Aerilia tilts her head to one side. Valynn quietly says to Anuril, "Specialty of the Ranger guild." Ezerak takes a sip of his porter. 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 raises an eyebrow in Valynn's direction. Aerilia says, "Oh, right." Aerilia furrows her brow. You say, "And now, more recently..." Ryeka blinks. You say, "With a hammering blow, I felt the air torn from my chest and found myself cast high into the sky. Gazing past the moons, a bright point of blue light pulsed, a smudged bruise over a small patch of darkness. I steeled myself, ready, and felt the rage building behind the conceit of this abomination that defied the sequence, the stars themselves snarling in disgust, begrudgingly lending their support in the face of this paradox." Valynn frowns. You say, "A bulge of nothingness wormed its way across my field of view, winding between the stars, blurring the blue light. The stars recoiled, refocused, and began to scream. The vision faded." Traim tilts his Peregrine porter side to side, making the light play off it. Tirost lets out a long, contemplative breath. Ryeka acts puzzled. Anuril makes a grunting noise. Betlind ponders. You say, "Bulges of nothingness in the dark of the sky have appeared in a few visions in the past, though often seeming to be not quite the main subject." Gwenddolyn asks, "Stars screaming?" Aerilia frowns in thought. Ryeka smiles at Zehira, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Zehira winks at Ryeka. Anuril takes a sip of his porter. Ezerak takes a sip of his porter. You say, "Now, though, it appears to take on a more ominous light." Tirost thoughtfully says, "And the blue light." Kethrai asks, "A bright point of blue light, a smudged bruise over a small patch of darkness... Doesn't that sound similar to the early stages of the Involuted Passage's arrival?" Ezerak whispers something to Ayrell. Betlind cocks her head. You say, "It does seem somewhat similar." Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning silvery cigarillo. Ayrell nods at Ezerak, obviously agreeing with his views. Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning silvery cigarillo. Gwenddolyn says, "It reminds me of a reocurring sign like the bloodworm comet." Aerilia asks, "The stars seem to dislike the blue light quite a bit, but not as much as the.. nothingness?" Anuril takes a sip of his porter. You say, "Based on the previous vision... My take is that the denizens of the Plane of Probability may be preparing contingencies for use against the Heralds. And while they are hostile to moon mages, they seemed grudgingly willing to work with me in this latest vision." Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning silvery cigarillo. Ryeka ponders. Zehira exhales reverently, easing the fragrant smoke through her lips so softly, you think she might be praying. The tantalizing scent of fresh purple iris emanates from the cigarillo as fragile tendrils fill the area with an airy, inviting aroma. Betlind furrows her brow. Aerilia gives a slight nod. Zehira casually flicks some ashes off the end of her silvery cigarillo. Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning silvery cigarillo. You say, "However... In the last vision we also went past the Heralds. So it may be that there's yet another threat approaching from beyond." Brenist ponders. You say, "Such as a return of the Involuted Passage." Zehira exhales reverently, easing the fragrant smoke through her lips so softly, you think she might be praying. The tantalizing scent of fresh purple iris emanates from the cigarillo as fragile tendrils fill the area with an airy, inviting aroma. Keemar sniffs at Zehira. Zehira raises an eyebrow in Keemar's direction. Kethrai ponders. Zehira asks in a Velakan accent, "Can I help you?" Anuril asks, "Aren't its remains in the sea?" You say, "Exactly how the nothingness plays into that is unclear, but the stars did not seem happy about it." Gwenddolyn says, "Or maybe something the Heralds are sending." Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning silvery cigarillo. Tirost asks, "What are the stars grudgingly lending their support to? The light, or the nothingness?" Keemar angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Zehira. You say, "There's still some crystal from the Involuted Passage somewhere in the sea... but it itself just... left." Kethrai nods to you. Keemar inhales a great swallow of air. Zehira squints at Keemar. Keemar slowly empties his lungs. Keemar's tail undulates lazily through the air. Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning silvery cigarillo. You say, "To me, I think. I was steeling myself with rage against that point of blue light." Anuril takes a sip of his porter. Tirost nods to you. Zynell asks, "Could that rage indicate being in the perspective of the Heralds?" Kethrai says, "The... bulges of nothingness. That is reminiscent of something we can see at the Planar Observatory." Zehira waves her hand distractedly. Traim takes a sip of his porter. Anuril observes Kethrai with fascination. Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning silvery cigarillo. Tirost asks Kethrai, "Did we see something like that there?" Zehira casually flicks some ashes off the end of her silvery cigarillo. Zehira exhales reverently, easing the fragrant smoke through her lips so softly, you think she might be praying. The tantalizing scent of fresh purple iris emanates from the cigarillo as fragile tendrils fill the area with an airy, inviting aroma. Kethrai says, "One of the planes that's visible. It's like a... sphere of darkness, nothingness, but bulging at the edges like something is trying to push its way out." Anuril nods to Kethrai. Zehira motions to Keemar. Tirost ponders. Traim glances up at the sky. Gwenddolyn says, "Remember previous visions we mentioned the possiblity of the fourth moon being restored somehow." Ryeka ponders. Kethrai says, "It's on the same... frequency? as the Spiritual Plane. My assumption was it was the Plane of Exile." You say, "There was a previous vision where the sky shattered, and the gaps writhed with bulges of nothingness..." Aemaranth says, "The idea of things pushing their way out of celestial bodies isn't the most reassuring thing ever." Gwenddolyn says, "Or maybe a new moon." Keemar angles his ears forward, eyes bright with curiosity. Anuril nods to you. Brenist gazes at you. Zehira peers quizzically at Keemar. Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning silvery cigarillo. Keemar blinks at Zehira. Zehira opens her striped gem pouch and quickly fills it with gems from her deathfiber carryall, closing it quickly. Gwenddolyn asks, "What is in the plane of exile?" Kethrai says, "I'm afraid I don't know much, I've only found fragmentary notes referencing it." Anuril takes a sip of his porter. Anuril taps a stately silverwillow pipe with a cocobolo stem that he is holding. Gwenddolyn says, "Interesting." You say, "Possibly the source of at least some of the entities we call demons." Anuril uses his chamois cloth to meticulously clean his silverwillow pipe. Anuril puts his pipe in his pipe case. Keemar gazes at some flame-discolored hand claws tipped with sharpened black katambite stained with gold. Zehira shifts her weight. You say, "And speaking of things that seem possibly demonic, the next vision..." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Zehira gazes off into the distance. Traim takes a sip of his porter. You say, "I found myself standing in the midst of a blasted plain, jagged rock and cracked mud stretching as far as I could see, kissed by a cold wind under a grey sky. I began to walk, though there was no color, no feature, and no life, to mark my passage. Something caught my eye, and I whirled in place, watching as a skeletal monstrosity made of razor shadow and hissing smoke gathered before me, an expansive toothy grin starkly contrasted against the otherwise dark form. Gathering into a cyclone, the form flung several shadow-hooks towards me, latching into my flesh and pulling me into its maw. I dug my feet into the ground, cutting my hands on the jagged threads of shadow, but felt myself dragged forward, forward, falling into the swirling shadow before me. I heard it laughing, and the vision faded." Ryeka ponders. Betlind shudders. Traim says, "Reminded me of the shadowy collossus from the conclave however many decades back." Zehira smiles, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Traim pets the shadowy body of his tenebraeling affectionately. Aerilia frowns. Kethrai angles his ears forward, gazing curiously at Traim. Brenist raises an eyebrow. Aerilia says, "That's truly awful. I hope to never see such a being." You say, "The thing seems similar to the creatures the figures in golden plate have been seen fighting in various visions, at least." Tirost asks Traim, "The conclave?" Zehira says in a Velakan accent, "Reminds me of some things I've seen." Tirost nods to Aerilia. Gwenddolyn nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. Traim says, "Very large very deadly plane of probability creature, showed up at a moon mage conclave a long time ago." Traim says, "Looked like that." Aemaranth glances at Zehira. Brenist glances at Zehira. Ryeka blinks. Traim takes a sip of his porter. Zynell grins at Zehira. You get a blackened steel umbral colossus from inside your utility belt. You show Tirost your umbral colossus. You put your colossus in your utility belt. Tirost blinks. Ezerak takes a sip of his porter. You say, "It looked a bit like that." You grin. Betlind chortles softly at some secret joke. Zehira says in a Velakan accent, "The maw, the shadows, the skeletons, but doesn't mean it's demonic. Not everything that looks like that is demonic." Gwenddolyn chuckles. Aerilia nods to Valynn. Tirost nods to you. Zehira takes a long drag off of a burning silvery cigarillo. Kethrai says, "Hate to say it, but I agree. That feels more Plane of Probability than demonic." Tirost says to you, "Does bear some resemblence." Aerilia asks, "Is that really less preferrable?" Zehira says in a Velakan accent, "Did not remind me of any demons I know of." Anuril dryly asks, "Well it's not like anyone has been helping beings from the plane of probability enact their mysterious plans here on abiding, right?" Anuril casually observes the area. Kethrai says to Aerilia, "No, not necessarily." Traim nods to Zehira. Betlind begins chortling at Anuril. Tirost says to Anuril, "Or fruitlessly attacking any powerful beings from the Plane of Probability." Anuril laughs! Tirost grins. Kethrai says, "There are beings from Probability every bit as powerful and evil as any demon." You say, "Shadows aren't uncommon for beings from the plane of probability. Or even skeletal seeming creatures made from it. Smoke is a bit stranger there, thouhg." Traim gives a slight nod. Zehira says to Traim in a Velakan accent, "For once, whatever is going on has nothing to do with my guild or Them. Most are locked away anyways." Valynn nods to Aerilia. Ryeka blinks. Betlind asks, "Smoke usually tends to show up as a theme with the golden plate visions you had mentioned though, aye?" Betlind nods to you. Traim nods to Zehira. Aemaranth ponders. You say, "It's one of the things the figures might be made from. Ice, smoke..." Gwenddolyn says, "Like dry ice melting." Tirost asks you, "Did that featureless, lifeless environment suggest to you the Plane of Probability?" Kethrai says, "I've always considered the golden figures and the Bulwark to be protecting Abiding from all the other Planes. Not just the Void." Betlind nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views. Zynell bows her head and mutters a short prayer in a hushed voice. Raising her head, she glances to the shadows with a knowing smile. You say to Tirost, "I can't rule it out, though there haven't been too many good instances where we can be fairly confident that's what we were seeing, to compare." Aemaranth chuckles. Traim nods in agreement. Tirost nods to you. Zehira kneels down. Zehira gives Zynell a smooch. Zehira leaps to her feet! Zynell babbles something incoherent at Zehira. Traim says, "Certainly some paths in the astral plane that look very similar to that though." Kethrai says, "It could be, literally, the Blasted Plain..." Keemar chuckles. You say, "The creature did bear some similarity to something like an umbramagus or a shadow master, though." Tirost nods to Traim. Traim takes a sip of his porter. Kethrai points northeast. Traim idly picks at a black seordstone talon eyebrow ring. Traim grins wryly. You nod to Kethrai. Gwenddolyn nods at Betlind, obviously agreeing with her views. You say, "I'm not actually sure what the area looks like, once you get deep into the desolation. I imagine there aren't many who do." Brenist gazes off into the distance. Zehira says to Zynell in a Velakan accent, "My favorite." Kethrai says to you, "I found a shield once that was engraved with a map of the place. Allegedly, I guess." Zehira says to Traim in a Velakan accent, "Moonmage." Zehira says to Aemaranth in a Velakan accent, "Cleric." Zehira says in a Velakan accent, "No more in town." Aemaranth nods politely to Zehira. Zehira says in a Velakan accent, "People." Zynell waves to Zehira. Zehira nods. Valynn jots down some notes. You say, "With the next vision... I at least know what I was seeing, but what it means is a bit trickier." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. You say, "A crystal globe sat atop a tall table, filled with a miniature ocean. Brilliant coral swayed in a circular current, picked at by small neon shrimp. A school of iridescent fish flitted in and out of nooks and crannies in the reef system, living tiny lives behind the glass. A long snout peeked from between some rocks, a row of double slit eyes staring at me through the glass. The creature seemed to grow, its long branched horns stirring the water, and its long body and many paddle-like flippers spiraling along the confines of the aquarium. The tank expanded and expanded, arcing far overhead, until I was looking straight up at the face of the leviathan, which stared at me passively. A long crack spidered along the surface of the tank, and the vision faded." Zynell shakes her head. Ryeka blinks. Zynell says, "Rather ride one than be looking up at one." Zynell nods emphatically. Betlind grins at Zynell, her dimples flashing into view. Tirost takes a sip of his porter. Ryeka says, "I would normally associate that with the Merelew." Gwenddolyn nods to Ryeka. You say, "It could just mean that there's something that is an actual threat to the leviathans. But they aren't necessarily worried about." Valynn glances outside a moment. Gwenddolyn says, "Or perhaps the merelew will be coming to help against the heralds." Ezerak says, "I don't know how much help any mortal being will be against them." Kethrai says, "I don't know how mortal we can call a leviathan." Zynell says to Ezerak, "We can distract them with shopping." You say, "The crack in the glass could be a threat to the ocean, or to the leviathans... or to us, if you think to the consequences of an aquarium of that size shattering above you." Ryeka says, "Perhaps- but the Merelew mages have managed to create unusual magics." Brenist nods. Gwenddolyn nods to Ryeka. Kethrai asks, "Well... An aquarium would be the, er... maritime version? of a garden, wouldn't it?" Aerilia ponders. You say, "And there have been some tasks where mortals have been able to be of assistance to the leviathans. They've had some struggles with Drogor that some of you may have assisted with." Anuril nods. Ryeka nods. Betlind nods to you. Kethrai says, "Perhaps that was something like a leviathan's view of the garden from ages past." You stroke your beard in thoughtful contemplation. You say, "Yes, the idea of aquarium as a garden does seem to work, at least." Qetu lightly asks in an Ilithian accent, "Can't an aquariam also be considered a cage?" Anuril snorts, loudly. You say, "I'm not sure how much we can take from the leviathan just staring passively. Anything that would get one of them to actually panic would be... very bad, I think." Qetu lightly asks in an Ilithian accent, "And their cage is breaking apart?" Valynn jots down some notes. Kethrai says, "The leviathan did seem to be struggling against the 'confines' of the aquarium, but... passively." Aemaranth says, "With enough effort, anything could be a cage. You just have to know what to put into it." You say, "If it was anything other than a leviathan in this case, I think the idea of a cage would seem stronger to me." Gwenddolyn nods to Zynell. Betlind nods in agreement. Gwenddolyn asks, "What about the visions of a caged star? Same concept but in the ocean instead of the sky?" Qetu lightly says in an Ilithian accent, "Well, think of it more like a long term cage then, you need to keep the occupants fed, why not make it it's own little eco system." You say to Gwenddolyn, "Though the caged star struggled quite a bit more." Gwenddolyn nods. Gwenddolyn nods to you. Anuril touches some Autumn Harvest tobacco with a glowing finger, and it quickly catches fire. Anuril puffs away on his silverwillow pipe. Aemaranth whispers something to Zynell. Aemaranth smiles at Zynell. Tirost takes a sip of his porter. Aemaranth hugs Zynell, getting a smile in return. Betlind says, "Doesn't make me think cage or garden, just makes me think it's just their underwater realm. And maybe the balance and magic of it all is getting messed with due to all the things going on up here. As to say, it's not just our problem." You say, "Based on everything we've heard from the Merelew, I think the leviathans probably find us... amusing. If they did become a threat for some reason, it would probably be bad." Zynell nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. Ryeka nods to you. Kethrai nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. Valynn nods at Betlind, obviously agreeing with her views. Gwenddolyn says, "Or maybe not a threat, maybe they can help with the heralds." You nod to Gwenddolyn. Qetu lightly says in an Ilithian accent, "Well from the inside it's not a cage, but suppose you are beyond them lookin at them from the outside, until they have grown too big for the cage, would be why they are towering over someone." Kethrai says, "The impression I have is that a leviathan might rival a dragon in sheer scope of its power." Gwenddolyn says, "The merelew would have to control them." Ayrell nods to Tirost. Anuril puffs away on his silverwillow pipe. You say, "And then I have one other vision that I've seen to discuss, but a little more to bring up after that." You turn a page in your astronomer's journal. Ryeka rubs her nose. You say, "I found myself walking along a dark corridor, a whispering breath inhaling and exhaling far ahead. I walked forward, unsure of where I was or what lay ahead. A heavy mist began to fill the corridor, obscuring my feet, then my knees, until I was wading in a chest-high fog that ebbed and flowed like the tide." You say, "A hissing whisper wound from ahead, "You should not have come." Tirost smiles at Ayrell. Ryeka blinks. You say, "I continued forward, hearing metal dragging across metal." You say, "The whisper continued, "And here we are." You say, "I continued walking forward, and the hallway began to widen. The vision faded." Betlind blinks. Ryeka ponders. Tirost glances at Anuril. Aerilia furrows her brow. Betlind furrows her brow. Valynn raises an eyebrow. Gwenddolyn says, "Perhaps whatever is approaching." You say, "I am perhaps somewhat biased here, but with some of the discussion I've heard going on, seeing this vision makes me wonder if it has something to do with plans in motion for going to the Null Prison." Traim nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views. Valynn narrows her eyes. Tirost chuckles at Ayrell. Ryeka says, "Well- there are heavy mists that guard the area to where the death spirits of Leth roam. but that's not inside a building." Ayrell nods to you. Betlind says, "Ahh." Betlind nods. Ryeka ponders. Aerilia ponders. Gwenddolyn says, "Maybe that is not such a good idea." Anuril puffs away on his silverwillow pipe. Valynn nods in agreement. Anuril says, "Doesn't seem like the null prison at all, to me. Although I agree it is foolish to go back there." Gwenddolyn asks, "A warning perhaps to not go?" You say, "I know there a few different plans for things in the works, and that people have been seeing visions from the Immortals shared through Unaka. Though I have only seen a few myself." Ryeka nods. Betlind asks Anuril, "Any ideas what it could be then?" Anuril shakes his head at Betlind. Zynell nods to you. Betlind frowns. Betlind gives a slight nod. Betlind ponders. Brenist frowns. Tirost says, "It made me think of Zengmodaleth, mostly because of the metal and corridors." Kethrai says, "The null prison was much more... um. Not-spatial." Ryeka nods. Gwenddolyn nods. Gwenddolyn nods to Tirost. Tirost says to Anuril, "I'd be curious what the Captain made of that vision." Ezerak nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views. Kethrai says, "But, this could also be representative rather than literal." Anuril gives Tirost a slight nod. Betlind nods at Kethrai, obviously agreeing with his views. Kethrai says to Tirost, "Oh, that's a thought. The... tunnel with the lightning spiders." Valynn nods to Kethrai. Kethrai shivers. Anuril asks Tirost, "The threat there was... metal on metal would not make sense for the arachnid being?" Tirost nods to Kethrai. Ryeka ponders. You say, "Well, as mentioned, my interpretation might be a bit biased here." You grin wryly. Traim takes a sip of his porter. Betlind chortles softly at some secret joke. Brenist says, "Forgive me for I am rather young. But the mist seemed to act like water." Tirost says to Anuril, "True, but there are cetainly metal entities there, along with the arachnid being." Kethrai says, "But it would make sense for the custodians, or the construct they created." Zynell asks, "Was someone taking over the null prison plans?" Anuril nods to Tirost. Ryeka praises Brenist. Traim says to Brenist, "Fair point." Tirost nods to Kethrai. Betlind nods at Brenist, obviously agreeing with his views. Zynell angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at you. Zynell angles her ears forward, gazing curiously at Tirost. Valynn nods to Brenist. Valynn jots down some notes. You say, "I didn't taste any copper during the vision, but Zengmodaleth can't be ruled out based on that." Tirost says to you, "That's a good point though. Most of those visions did have that as a part of the vision." Anuril puffs away on his silverwillow pipe. Kethrai says, "Maybe Viggu's going to finally open his door." Anuril laughs! Ryeka laughs! Valynn smirks at Kethrai. Tirost chuckles. Betlind ponders. Traim asks, "That orc is still traipsing about?" Valynn chuckles to herself. Anuril holds up his hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture. Gwenddolyn asks, "The door to his outhouse?" Gwenddolyn gags. Betlind begins chortling at Gwenddolyn. Tirost says to Kethrai, "Rumor is he's been replaced." Kethrai says to Tirost, "Oh, really? Interesting." Betlind blinks. Tirost says, "A new warlord seems to have emerged, or is at least vying for power." Gwenddolyn says, "Maybe he is the one retiring then." Valynn nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views. You ask, "That covers the visions I've seen, but does anybody have anything else to share? Any interesting visions from Unaka, or communing with Elanthia?" Tirost says to Kethrai, "You were present, I think when Tenilan spoke of him." Traim whistles low. Traim glances up at the sky. After a few moments he lowers his gaze. Kethrai says, "I recall people talking about a new warlord, wasn't aware of the idea he might have replaced Viggu." Anuril puffs away on his silverwillow pipe. Zynell says, "Interesting visions from both, we have another few immortal events as well as another besseaching elanthia in the works." Zynell nods to you. Kethrai says, "There is another event I want to make people aware of..." You nod to Kethrai. Anuril puffs away on his silverwillow pipe. Tirost says to Kethrai, "It's true: we don't know, but Tenilan did say he was leading Red Bear orcs, and did say this new warlord, Kozak, he is called, was trying to assert power." Betlind frowns at Tirost. Kethrai says, "In a few andaen, I'll be hosting a reprise of the Pure Magic Party I held some time ago. With a few slight alterations this time." Valynn nods at Tirost, obviously agreeing with his views. Valynn gazes at Kethrai. Qetu lightly says in an Ilithian accent, "Why does that name sound familiar." Betlind says, "Well, maybe that in-fightin' will make 'em weak if they get brash and make a move, or keep 'em quiet for a long while as they sort things out." Zynell nods to Kethrai. Kethrai says, "The goal I'm hoping to achieve here is to have direct dialogue with the Heralds, and exchange information for information." Tirost says to Betlind, "I hope so." Kethrai says, "We're going to sweeten the pot with pure magic casting -- enough to gain their attention, and have them start consuming it, and then we'll cease altogether." Betlind nods to Tirost. Kethrai says, "Answer a question, get some mana. Answer a question, get some mana. That sort of idea." Aerilia nods to Kethrai. Betlind smiles at Kethrai, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. Valynn ponders. Zynell nods. Anuril dryly says, "They seem like the type to react well to that." Anuril smiles at Kethrai. Zynell says, "Should be interesting." Ryeka nods in agreement. Kethrai says to Anuril, "I give it about seventy-thirty I end up a smear of paste on the ground, yeah." Anuril gives a slight nod. Betlind begins chortling at Kethrai. Casari says, "Watch out for crazy Paladins interrupting your efforts." Tirost laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement. Ryeka laughs! Valynn gives Kethrai a half-hearted grin. Aerilia says, "Willing to try nigh anything for answers. I'll help out." Aerilia chuckles. Tirost laughingly says, "Gods, Kethrai." Kethrai says, "If people have particular questions they want to ask, please let me know. I'm going to try to arrange them in, er..." Kethrai says, "Increasing order of likelihood of me getting liquified." Ryeka grins, revealing her dimples. Anuril snorts, loudly. Gwenddolyn chuckles at Kethrai. Zynell grins at Kethrai. Betlind exclaims to Kethrai, "You know I'll help however I can, just let me know!" Betlind beams at Kethrai! Traim says, "Worth a try." Valynn looks at Kethrai and jots down some notes. Tirost nods to Traim. Traim says, "I have to travel though. Thanks for hosting, Miskton. Thanks for the discussion all. Good hunting." Betlind grins at Valynn, her dimples flashing into view. Zynell raises her hand. Tirost asks Kethrai, "Do you have any questions you know you want to ask?" Traim says to Valynn, "Thanks for the porter." Traim flashes a quick grin at Valynn. Traim takes a sip of his porter. Valynn smiles at Traim. Traim raises his hand in a quick salute. Valynn waves. You say, "That does cover everything I had to go over this evening, so thank you all for coming." You smile. You carefully mark your place and close your astronomer's journal, securing the clasp. Zynell says, "We also had a visit from Asildu, who expressed regret of his decisions and is considering the artifacts that lead him on the path. while he thinks, i went to the library...ssssss. and made notes on the heralds and whatever artifacts i could find. I am sharing those notes tomorrow before OA." Anuril nods to you. Betlind bows to you. Kethrai says to Tirost, "I want to ask if they know what is causing the areas of stagnation we've seen in visions... And then if they know that the Immortals seem to be restarting the cycle of life there with sorcery." Tirost bows to you. Qetu lightly says in an Ilithian accent, "Thanks for expanding on the visions, as always." You put your journal in your scholar's valise. Betlind exclaims to you, "Thank you for hosting and sharing all the visions with us!" Tirost says to you, "Thank you, Miskton." Aerilia nods to Zynell. Ryeka ponders. Valynn smiles at Zynell.