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Grazhir

2019-06-04T18:16:10Z

LAURANA1: /* Skill needed */

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Grazhir is the now-destroyed fourth moon of [[Elanthia]], formerly alongside [[Yavash]], [[Xibar]], and [[Katamba]]. It was of a pearlescent, silvery-white hue and said to be the smallest of the moons.

== Mythology and the Cataclysm ==

Mythology has it that Grazhir was somehow the "egg" of the [[World Dragon]], and that its hatching caused to moon to cataclysmically explode. The [[World Dragon]] then wreaked havoc upon Elanthia, but was eventually soothed by the goddess [[Peri'el]], who continues to sing to it somewhere deep within the bowels of the earth in order to keep it pacified.

Another possibility that has been presented is some catastrophic celestial event - such as a meteorite strike - occurred which caused the moon to explode and collide with Elanthia, while simultaneously setting Katamba's surface or atmosphere on fire.

Whichever is true, the impact of the pieces of Grazhir on Elanthia was devastating. As the bulk of the shards landed in the ocean, massive tidal waves engulfed a great deal of the Kermorian and Albarian coastlines, utterly destroying the civilizations there. Its impact elsewhere was said to lead to fatal shockwaves, huge dust clouds and even volcanic eruptions.

== Connections to Gemstone IV ==

The fact that Grazhir seems to exist in the game world of [[GemStone|Gemstone IV]] has caused players to speculate the DragonRealms takes place in a time period that is the far future relative to Gemstone. Some locations and characteristics of both games' Elanthias parallel one another, but the world has been rearranged by several thousands of years of intervening history and at least one global near-apocalypse. In accordance with DragonRealms mythology, astronomers within Gemstone IV have noted that the moon (Makiri) appears oddly egg-shaped, and seems to be growing ever so slowly.

== Grazhir's Legacy ==

The bulk of Grazhir fell to [[Elanthia]] when it exploded, a vast number of its pieces landing in the [[Reshal Sea]] between mainland [[Kermoria]] and the [[Qi archipelago]], where they still lie. These Elanthia-bound pieces of Grazhir are still powerful enough to disrupt teleportational energy (making [[Teleport]] and [[Moongate]] more difficult to use on the islands) and possess the synergistic magical sympathy which makes [[Astral Travel]] possible. As a result, Grazhir shards are prized by [[Moon Mage|Moon Mages]] as artifacts of incredible magical power.

Once in deference to their rarity and now to aid lesser-abled mages in entering and exiting the [[Astral Plane]], the [[Naming Ritual]] is performed on each shard discovered by the Moon Mage guild and it is granted a unique name. Knowledge of this name and the unique pattern of sympathy it creates within the shard is necessary for most mages to use them to enter or exit the Astral Plane.

:Note: {{com|RECALL}} HEAVENS GRAZHIR will tell you the names of the shards you have learned.

===Aliaes===
:Name means "White Fire" in Gamgweth. Originally located on [[Taisgath]], Aliaes once powered the Taisgath side of the Heritage House turtle. It was not recovered by the guild after the turtle was destroyed and its whereabouts are currently unknown.
===Auilusi===
:Located behind the Peri'el Prayer Gate on [[Aesry]], within a grove of birch trees designated as a shrine to [[Peri'el]].
:Appearance: ''While unusually large, this Grazhir shard has a rough finish and dim coloration that seems more grey than silvery-white. Auilusi sits at the apex of a slender, white birch pedestal situated in the center of the grove.''
:Conduit Description: ''The ground below heaves and roils with fluid waves, though it remains stable against your weight. Beams of hot, silver light cut through the region in a perfectly horizontal web of connections, seemingly unaffected by the waves. Each stream is mirrored in the sky above, as each grey star is connected to the others by sharply defined lines, creating a lattice of alien constellations that stretch to the horizon. You also see the silvery-white shard Auilusi.''
:Pillar: Pillar of Tradition
===Asharshpar'i===
:Located in a hidden chamber in the catacombs beneath [[Oshu'ehhrsk Manor]] just south of [[Leth Deriel]], which is [[Bonedancer]] [[Lasarhhtha]]'s ancestral home.
:Appearance: ''Though shaped like a jagged stake, the shard has a silvery-white sheen as if it were regularly polished.''
:Conduit Description: ''Thousands of static stars, each hanging in the sky like a little white dot, look down upon a desert of black sand. Despite the night sky, the region is brightly lit by a web of burning energy that twists and spins through the air. A cold wind blows through the desert, stirring up clouds of black sand that disintegrate upon contact with the blazing web.''
:Pillar: Pillar of the Heavens

===Axis===
:The Grazhir shard known as Axis is the shard around which the Pillars rotate within the microcosm and is the largest whole piece of Grazhir known to exist. Its physical location on the Plane of Abiding is not currently known, though the Reshal Sea seems to be a likely location.
===Besoge===
:Located on [[Mer'kresh]] in Caress-of-the-Moons Manor, the home of a wealthy Moon Mage.
:Appearance: ''Besoge is tiny, even for a Grazhir shard, but almost spherical. Its surface has been polished so thoroughly that it looks like a pearl. Small, needle-like platinum pincers hold it a few inches above the top of a stained oak pedestal.''
:Conduit Description: ''Featureless greyness stretches in all directions, distinguishable from the Grey Expanse only by the sensation of earth below and an unrelenting cacophony. Voices cry out countless notes of anger and anguish: screams, feral growls and structureless wails all stepping over each other. Lines of power crisscross invisibly through the region, physically sensed only by radiant heat.''
:Pillar: Pillar of Secrets
===Dinegavren===
:Name means "Low Moon" in Gamgweth. Located in the basement of [[Gealeranendae College]] in [[Therenborough]], where it is used to power the turtle which links Therenborough to [[Throne City]].
:Appearance: ''Barely a finger's width in size, the silvery-white shard known as Dinegavren is shaped much like a crescent moon.
:Conduit Description: ''Buildings of irregular shape and size, each constructed from slick grey stones, dominate the landscape. Narrow cobblestone streets and dirt alleys wend their way between the buildings and through thick fog banks. Burning beams of light thread across the landscape indiscriminately, evaporating the fog they touch yet passing harmlessly through the structures.''
:Pillar: Pillar of Introspection

===Dor'na'torna===
:Named for the famous [[Skindancer]] [[Kir|Kir Dor'na'torna]]. Located within the crystal spire on the [[Arid Steppe]] ([[Trabe Plateau]] of [[Hibarnhvidar]]).
:Appearance: ''The shard known as Dor'na'torna is roughly the size of two Human thumbs put together. It stands in the center of the chamber, supported at the apex of a polished oak tripod.''
:Conduit Description: ''A desolate steppe of mist-grey grass stretches to the horizon under the cold light of Xibar. Though the air feels calm and the night sky is clear, the discolored grass whips and sways as though under assault by a storm. An intricate web of burning light runs across the steppe, its fierce beams in constant motion.''
:Pillar: Pillar of Tradition

===Emalerje===
:Previously located in the [[Crystal Hand Fortress]] in the [[Lesser Fist|Lesser Fist of Heaven]]. It has been lost ever since volcanic activity destroyed the sect hall.
:Appearance: ''An unusually large and smooth Grazhir shard, Emalerje is about the size and shape of a good skipping stone. The shard is held aloft by two crystal pincers on the apex of a thin steel column.''
:Conduit Description: ''Monoliths of featureless grey rock rise up from a flat plain covered with ruddy ash. Each of the rocks is set at a right angle and precisely the same distance from the others, creating a uniform pattern that extends all the way to the horizon. Streams of burning, white energy discharge from one monolith to the next in a seemingly random order.''
:Pillar: Pillar of the Shrew

===Erekinzil===
:Located at the top of the Moon Mage guildhall on [[Taisgath]] island. Formerly known as Undarverjah before it underwent a mysterious, spontaneous transformation when Auilisi, Besoge and Tabelrem underwent the Naming Ritual.
:Appearance: ''The shard known as Erekinzil is little more than a silvery-white pebble. Its sides are so rough that rubbing the shard could abrade skin. The shard is held aloft by two crystal pincers on the apex of a thin steel column.''
:Conduit Description: ''A sandy expanse stretches out in every direction, littered with titanic, half-buried remains. Bones made out of black, glassy material stick out from the ground in distressed poses, left unceremoniously where the corpses fell. Arcs of burning silvery light discharge from one morbid pylon to the next, creating a crude maze of pathways. The Microcosm is visible in the azure sky, its conduits blazing with heat and, shaped as they are, reminiscent of a nova.''
:Former Conduit Description: ''Narrow caverns twist through barren grey rock without any apparent order. Wide puddles have accumulated on the ground, fed by icy water dripping from stalactites with clockwork regularity. Streams of silvery-white energy thread their way around the caverns, passing through the rock as though it wasn't there.''
:Pillar: Pillar of Fortune
===Marendin===
:Name means "Outsider" in Gamgweth. Located within the Moon Mage guildhall at the top of the [[Great Tower]] of [[Shard]].
:Appearance: ''Roughly the size of a gold coin, the shard known as Marendin is nearly severed in half by a deep gouge. The shard is held aloft by two crystal pincers on the apex of a thin steel column.''
:Conduit Description: ''Giant geometric solids wrought from black metal float in a cold, steel-grey void. The metal islands are connected to each other by narrow bridges, creating a network of shapes that seems to go on forever in every direction. Interconnected streams of burning energy sway around the void, passing harmlessly through the islands.''
:Pillar: Pillar of Secrets
===Mintais===
:Name means "Silver Sky" in Gamgweth. Located in Throne City, where it has long powered the turtle linked to [[Therenborough]].
:Appearance: ''Though shaped like a tiny jagged stake, the shard has a silvery-white sheen as if it were regularly polished.''
:Conduit Description: ''Broken and barren land stretches out beneath an impossibly large, bloated sun. Deep crevices slice through the ash-grey plain and jagged mountains rise to pierce the sky on the eastern horizon. Interwoven beams of silvery-white light dance across the blasted landscape and seem to extrude more heat than the bloated sun.''
:Pillar: Pillar of Fortune
===Rolagi===
:Originally located in Throne City, Rolagi once powered the Throne side of the [[Heritage House]] turtle. Was recovered after the turtle was destroyed and is currently located in the Observatory of the Southern Crossbow in [[Crossing]].
:Appearance: ''Despite having a slightly dark coloration near one tip, the shard known as Rolagi is otherwise pristine and silvery-white. The shard is held aloft by two crystal pincers on the apex of a thin steel column.''
:Conduit Description: ''Thousands upon thousands of stars hang in darkness above, around and even below: the heavens unfurl completely around you, without any hint of ground or a horizon. An invisible plane of force seems to extend through the area, providing a sense of substance in place of solid earth. An intricate web of burning energy slowly swirls all around you and seems to touch the distant stars.''
:Pillar: Pillar of Nightmares
===Tabelrem===
:Located at the top of the western tower of the Temple of the World Dragon in [[Muspar'i]].
:Appearance: ''The shard known as Tabelrem is a coral-like array of thin, silvery-white veins of rock. If it was a solid mass, it would be about the size of a Gnome's fist. Tabelrem sits embedded in a concave depression at the top of a short, wrought-iron pedestal.''
:Conduit Description: ''Curving beams of silvery light cut ethereally through stone ruins. The shape of wide boulevards and sprawling buildings can be picked out among the rubble, but the only standing structure is a gigantic, up-thrust sword in the far distance. A thousand stars look down upon the desolation, but they do not shine; each one is simply a lifeless dot in the sky.''
:Pillar: Pillar of Nightmares

===Tamigen===
:Located in the [[Cragstone Vale]] in [[Raven's Point]] within a [[Dragon Priest]] shrine to the World Dragon.
:Appearance: ''Tamigen is made of a silvery-white rock. Places on its surface show a pearly luster, and on its larger end, a blackened scar remains from its fiery descent.''
:Conduit Description: ''A web of silvery-white light dances through space. There is no other landscape visible around you, only a pattern of burning light that seems to stretch infinitely through a void as black as the space between the stars. A constant murmur reverberates through the cold void, as though the darkness is trying to speak.''
:Pillar: Pillar of the Heavens

===Taniendar===
:Located at the top of the [[Riverhaven]] Moon Mage guildhall spire.
:Appearance: ''About the size of a Human's pinky, time and violent chipping have caused a row of gouges to appear along one side of the shard. The shard is held aloft by two crystal pincers on the apex of a thin steel column.''
:Conduit Description: ''Rainbow auroras slither across the sky, so vivid that they almost entirely obscure the pinpricks of starlight above them. Light reflects off the perfectly smooth ground like a giant mirror, causing the prismatic colors to twist and flicker everywhere. In contrast to this chaos of hues, sharply defined beams of silvery-white light cut through the landscape, untainted by the auroras and not reflected by the ground.''
:Pillar: Pillar of Introspection
===Teloish===
:Name means "Sword Idea" in Gamgweth. Its precise location is unknown, but it is thought to occupy a space where the [[Plane of Abiding]] and the [[Plane of Probability]] overlap. This shard is protected by special wards which make the pattern of its name unlearnable.
:Appearance: ''Jagged and roughly the size of a Human fingernail, the Grazhir shard Teloish levitates three feet off the ground with no obvious means of support.''
:Conduit Description: It's currently impossible for player characters to traverse the Teloish conduit. ''

===Vellano===
:Located within a monolithic black dome capped with crystal on the docks of [[Fang Cove]].
:Though Fang Cove is an estate holder holding, the docks and Grazhir shard are open to the public.
:Named by [[Tozu]] Ayochi
:Appearance: ''Nearly six inches long and extremely slender, the edges of the glossy shard are razor :sharp. It is mounted lengthwise with each end supported by a crystal pincer.
:Conduit Description: ''Endless variegated hallways stretch before you, eerily reminiscent of stained glass. Depicted are fragments of hauntingly beautiful dreams you've long since forgotten. Occasionally, a section explodes silently inward as a ribbon of burning light brushes against the outside, though the glass reforms itself in the wake of your passage. As you travel, you are accompanied only by the fracturing glass beneath your feet.
:Pillar: Pillar of Unity

==Skill needed==
{| class="wikitable sortable"
|-
!  
! colspan="3" | Skill needed*
|-
! Shard !! Astrology !! Scholarship !! Arcana
|-
| Auilusi
| 306
| 298
| 395
|-
| Asharshpar'i
| 150
| 132
| 167
|-
| Axis
|
|
|
|-
| Besoge
| 400
| 417
| 496
|-
| Dinegavren
| 150
| 132
| 167
|-
| Dor'na'torna
| 218
| 223
| 249
|-
| Emalerje
| 165
| 180
| 228
|-
| Erekinzil
| 306
| 252
| 271
|-
| Marendin
| 163
| 165
| 198
|-
| Mintais
| 150
| 132
| 167
|-
| Rolagi
| 150
| 132
| 167
|-
| Tabelrem
| 200
| 196
| 207
|-
| Tamigen
| 167
| 170
| 209
|-
| Taniendar
| 163
| 166
| 199
|-
| Teloish
|
|
|
|-
| Vellano
| 165
| 168
| 202
|-
|}
<nowiki>*</nowiki> These are not exact values, but rather the current lowest documented skill able to learn the shard. At these minimum ranks it may take dozens of studies before it is learned. It may be possible to learn with less skill than indicated.

==See also==
[[Astral_Travel_(script)]]
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Moon Mage vision list 2019

2019-05-13T20:20:33Z

LAURANA1: /* 2019 */

This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types|event prediction]] ability experienced in 2019.

Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the {{com|Predict}} command. These latter visions can be experienced by any moon mage as long as they're logged into the game environment when the vision is distributed. Generally these visions signal incipient invasions or immediate developments in an ongoing event or storyline.

Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the [[Plane of Probability]] and connection to Fate.

==2019==
{{Visions|date=05/07/2019|vision=
Your vision goes dark, and you realize you are floating above a perfectly reflective inky black mirror. Stretching all around you, the horizon is a perfect line dividing dark skies from dark nothingness. Everything is silent, featureless, the dichromatic universe yielding nothing further. After a few moments, you feel the threads of prophecy relinquish their hold over you, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=04/23/2019|vision=
You see a twisted, grotesque, vaguely feminine form with five gleaming yellow eyes and three arms kneeling before a mass of churning shadows and amorphous tentacles which sweep the air in agitation. The kneeling creature sings a winding paean that builds like shattering glass and scraping steel. As the song concludes, the shadows emit a series of snarls and guttural intonations, and the woman nods. "I will see to it," she replies. "They will be prepared."

The air rumbles with malevolence, and the kneeling figure nods and says, "Only a few, though they are dedicated and desperate."

The tentacles writhe and issue a series of wet clicks, and the once-woman shakes her head, and replies, "Mostly distractions, the flailings of the ignored."

Flickering with a mad radiance, the shadows shudder. Nictitating membranes close over the eyes of the kneeling figure, and she clenches her third claw as she snarls, "Understood."

The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=04/11/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you see a tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes kneeling in churning, tumultuous water that rises to his waist. He appears to be meditating, breathing calmly and intently, his hands folded in his lap. Suddenly, a line of black light etches a perfect circle around him, the nearby waters calming and draining to reveal a dry surface of twisted bone and jagged steel. He cracks his knuckles, his chest rises as he sucks a deep breath through clenched teeth, and suddenly, he falls through the thickly rippling ground, and disappears without a trace. The circle collapses, the waters spill inward, smooth as glass, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/24/2019|vision=
Your vision fades, and you stand before a large table with a map of an unfamiliar land painted upon its surface. A tall woman with radiant green eyes is laughing as she places small tokens made of green glass all over the land, brushing aside all other tokens. The green glass melts into ooze, staining the map, and causing the other individuals standing around the table to frown, their faces a mix of concern, confusion, and pity. Some of the pushed aside tokens begin to slowly regroup, and the scene fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/23/2019|vision=
You find yourself standing on a tall cliff, churning clouds far below you, and endless sky above. A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes stands to your side, holding an enormous bow made of a strange crystalline wood carved with softly glowing sigils. "We may only get one shot at this", he says, and notches two massive arrows composed of spiraling metal. Drawing the bow with ease, he looses the two arrows into the empty sky. They vanish into the distance, and after a moment, the world shakes with an enraged scream. The man nods grimly, reaches into his quiver, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/23/2019|vision=
You find yourself staring at a horrific statue, a vaguely female form with five gleaming yellow eyes, slitted nostrils, and wide open maw bearing three rows of needle-like teeth. Shoulders bent, the body is wrapped in black scales, and a third arm protrudes grotesquely from the left shoulder, terminating into long and vicious looking four fingered talons. You are not sure what to make of this abomination, when to your surprise, the eyes blink in sequence, and she says "Bow to them, that you to may know their splendor." Extending her hands toward you, she makes contact with your forehead, your heart, and your stomach, and everything goes dark.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=Against a backdrop of darkness you see the Old Man, an elderly Human dressed in the clothes of a peasant. He looks directly at you and says, "The greatest enemy of man is fear of change. From demon to Moon Mage, and what little exists inbetween, we fear the turmult of a real change to the status quo. Like so." He then plunges an iron knife, which had not been in his hand until that moment, into the ground. There is chaos, a flurry of visual artifacts and psychic noise. In a moment the world is both broken and healed; the surgeon's cut.
|sub=|rep=False}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Your vision fades, and you stand before a large table with a map of an unfamiliar land painted upon its surface. Standing around the table are dozens of individuals of myriad form and shape. Various wooden and stone figurines are arrayed, their symbols and representations as indecipherable as the various flags that mark the nations and political allegiances of this foreign map. A tall woman with radiant green eyes stands at one end of the table. Grinning mischievously, she leans forward, shoves her forces to the center of the map, brushing aside all that stands in her way. The other individuals gaze at her in a mix of worry, amusement, and fear. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you see a tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes kneeling in a few inches of perfectly still water. His head bowed, he clenches and unclenches his fists as he looks at his calloused hands intently. He takes a few steadying breaths, and suddenly looks up at you, his face stern and somber. With a dull throb, a high pitched keening tone rends the air, and the water begins to dance and stir. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench and gently bends a thin piece of metal into shape, slotting it into an orlog. Using a pair of fine tweezers, he manipulates the inside of the device a moment before nodding to himself and closing the back securely. He covers it with his hands, and closes his eyes in concentration, and after a moment the steady tick of uncoiling springs and spinning gears can be heard. He places the orlog on his workbench and stares at it intently, his lips pursed in contemplation. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You find yourself on an open plain, a single tree dotting the horizon of an otherwise completely exposed plateau. You see a pack of snarling beasts sheltering under the wide branches of the tree, occasionally nipping at one another as they huddle together. The sun is momentarily blotted out by an immense shadow, and when you look up, you see a massive winged creature circling over head. A woman laughs maliciously, and the beasts whine in fear. You suddenly become aware of a heavy bow and enormous arrow that you are holding. The bow is made of a strange crystalline wood carved with softly glowing sigils, and the arrow is a long twisted mass of spiraling metals. Looking up, you realize the beasts are silently staring at you. The winged creature begins to dive, and you fumble with the bow and arrow, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You awake, covered in sweat, in a humid jungle. You are momentarily overwhelmed by the thickness of the air, the screeching of birds and clicking of insects, but after a moment, your heart steadies and you take stock of your surroundings, noticing the Old Man leaning against a particularly large tree a little ways off. Rising to your feet, you approach him, and see that he is whittling a branch into the likeliness of a man. He looks at you in surprise, quickly sheathing his knife and tucking the carving into a sleeve in one swift motion. After blinking at you a moment, he shrugs and with a sweeping gesture upwards, draws your attention to the canopy above. You look up, and time slows, your neck grows stiff, your eyelids heavy, and as your gaze sweeps up the tree, you find yourself falling backwards, everything going dark. You catch the barest glimpse of a thousand people climbing the tree trunk before you fall into a deep sleep, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
The stars begin to howl, and beams of jagged light coalesce into spun glass, fragile and shimmering. You reach out and touch a single ray, and it explodes, fragmenting painlessly against you in a cool wind of melting energy that caresses your cheek and drips down your fingers. The moons begin to laugh, and you are filled with a sense of uncertainty -- your purpose and place unclear -- as the distant hours beckon, and the churned strands of Fate dance to forces beyond your understanding. They mock, or encourage, but the shoals stretch beyond your comprehension, and the stars begin to shift into new configurations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/20/2019|vision=
You see a woman and a small child standing before a large chalkboard, each engrossed in their respective work. As they work, you notice that with each completed figure or symbol the child draws, something subtly shifts in the woman's work, though she does not seem to notice the manipulations. As the two projects continue, you begin to notice discrepancies compounding on errors in the woman's calculations. Her designs and formulae begin to spiral into nonsense, though she continues meticulously adding to each equation, seemingly unaware of the building deviations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You peek around a massive chunk of marble, your eyes following the line of a long chain embedded in the chunk, snaking across the churned, bloodied, gore-speckled dirt, and winding around the neck of an enormous albino lion. The lion is panting, steam rising from its maw. At its feet lie the twisted remains of shattered glass and rapidly rusting steel. The lion is wounded, one eye swollen shut, a chunk of an ear missing. A long, ragged flap of skin hangs from its hip, dripping brilliant ruby-red blood that vanishes when it touches the ground. The lion looks at you and snarls in pain, showing pearly white teeth and fangs as long as your hand, though you sense no danger or threat from the beast. Suddenly, tensing and casting its one-eyed gaze to the side, the lion is knocked from its feet as a hissing mass of bramble and ice and smoke barrel into its flank, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A man sits before a large pottery wheel, which seems to be spinning rapidly, gaining in speed. A finished project sits atop the wheel, and as the wheel continues accelerating, the project begins to wobble and fall apart. The man looks worried, and presses a thick soled boot against the wheel, but the wheel continues spinning. The man leans his weight down, but the wheel does not slow. As the smell of burning leather fills the room, the man steps back with a start, his eyes widening in concern, and the project destabilizes entirely, flinging wet clay around the workshop. The wheel continues spinning faster and faster, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a plain white room. Perfectly centered is a blue woven carpet, with a richly polished stone table holding a tall octagonal crystal fish tank. The tank is magnificent, with splashes of bright red- and green-striped fish darting around delicately waving plants. Moss covered driftwood shelters a host of tiny, almost translucent shrimp, which fastidiously forage for food in the gravel bottom. As you peer closer into the tank, you hear a sound behind you, and when you turn, the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
An engineer fiddles with a mechanical contraption, gently adjusting a gasket until the seal is satisfactory. She nods, and depresses a face of the device, and a series of clicks and pops can be heard as the machine slowly ramps up to a steady hum. The woman goes wide-eyed with joy, and gathering the softly humming device in her arms, she rushes out of her workshop -- directly into the waiting blade of a shadowy figure. Her eyes flash with rage as he covers her mouth to muffle a scream, and he eases her to the ground as she dies. Noticing the still humming device, the man casually crushes it beneath his boot. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. Scrubbed stone and brightly burning lanterns illuminate a clean laboratory. A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench, and with the utmost of care and precision, pins a dead beetle to a sheet of cork. Carefully manipulating the creature's limbs and wings, mandibles and antennae, the man studies the beetle a moment. As the man takes copious notes in a large leather bound journal, you notice at the top of the page the phrase "Preventing Destruction" and accurate anatomical drawings of an dissected human female. Along with a tight script, you can make out splayed beetles, fat larvae, and devoured husks of corn. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You sense an elemental maelstrom, six symbolic forms spiraling together. The maelstrom appears to churn the Web of Fate as it flows along, though you are unable to glean more without a closer look.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You find yourself in a stone prison, looking out through a narrow stone window -- breathtakingly high in the air -- with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Before you, shackled to the wall, lies the decaying corpse of an Elothean woman, a thin, angry red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. As you consider her remains, a small bird flies into the cell and pecks at the woman's hand, freeing a platinum coin. With a faint clink, the coin rolls across the room, and stops at the cell door. Following its trajectory, you see a tall man gazing through a small porthole in the door. He frowns, and slides the porthole shut. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a wide but still river, the waters entirely covered by a blanket of protea blossoms emitting a heady fragrance. The stars cast a baleful, radiant glow on the flowers, which open widely, their petals drinking in the starlight. Suddenly, a large snake-like creature flings itself from the waters, protea blossoms clinging to its flank as it arcs through the air. Majestic and unlike anything you've ever seen, the creature bears long catfish-like whiskers and jagged antlers that appear to be made of nothing more than distorted space. Iridescent scales reflect the strange light, glittering madly, and a howl escapes from an open maw lined with crystalline fangs. The creature hangs in the air a moment, defying gravity, and shatters into dust, a scattering of protea blossoms raining back down to the river. The fragrance intensifies, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
A Dwarven man leans against a stack of lumber, watching the final moments of the setting sun. As the last rays stain the landscape crimson, the air begins to cool, and the shadows lengthen. The man picks up his axe and turns to the stack of lumber. Rolling his shoulders and flexing his hands, he sweeps the axe back in a smooth arc. As he slams the axe into one of the logs, a geyser of blood sprays across his face and chest, and for the briefest of moments, the stack of lumber resembles a stack of corpses. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you find yourself standing before a wall of silver liquid, which flows sluggishly like streaming teardrops. The liquid gives off a faint luminescence, and strange shapes manifest in the mirrored liquid briefly, only to flatten out moments later. Your reflection, and that of your surroundings, gently undulates with the flow, though, something about your appearance seems... off, and you take a step forward inquisitively. Suddenly, superimposed over your reflection, a pair of piercing green eyes open, and you hear a malicious peal of feminine laughter behind you! Whirling around, you catch a glimpse of a triple-tined claw reaching for your right eye, and suddenly the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and an oppressive weight begins to press against you from all sides. Against the inky nothingness, you make out a series of creeping capillary-like tendrils worming towards you, wrapping around your ankles and writhing up your legs. The tendrils reach your knees, and high above, a piercing pair of massive green eyes open and gaze upon you. You hear a woman's malicious laughter in the distance, horribly echoing around and through you. With a lurch, you manage to tear one of your feet free of the creeping tendrils, and suddenly the vision fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You find yourself looking out a narrow stone window, breathtakingly high in the air, with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Turning around, you see the mutilated corpse of an Elothean woman shackled to the far wall, a thin bright red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. A tall man dressed in fine robes stands by the open cell door holding an empty bowl and a jug of water. He gazes upon the body of the woman impassively for a moment, then turns to leave the cell. Beyond the jailer, you see a hallway that -- given the dimensions of the tower -- seems to stretch incongruously long. Countless cell doors line the hallway. You briefly hear someone scream in the distance, and the jailer slams the cell door shut, locking you in with the dead woman. The vision fades..
|sub=Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a mighty river. The stars seem to resonate in place, reflecting angry, radiant light along the ripples and whorls of the rushing waters. Downriver, a horde of perfectly white protea blossoms slowly bobbles against the current, working their slow way upstream. The river courses defiantly, surging erratically, but the blossoms continue undeterred. After some time, the blossoms have blanketed the river, and the water quiets, as if subdued. A heady fragrance begins to fill your nose, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
An endless library stretches before you, with shelving twice the height of a Gor'Tog stretching as far as you can see. Soft gaethzen lamps illuminate the room, and bright sunlight streams in through wide stained glass windows. A wizened librarian walks down an aisle, past two students sitting at a bench, studying from large tomes. One of them coughs, eliciting a loud shush from the other. They both glare at one another a moment, then go back to their studies. The librarian smiles softly, and continues walking down the aisle.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A large wheel rests next to a sturdy bench, and a kiln glows with heat. A man sits at the bench, and leaning over the wheel, manipulates something you cannot see and mutters words you cannot hear. With a smooth start, the wheel begins to turn of its own volition, and slowly gains in speed. Nodding, the man grabs a handful of clay and after working it in his hands a bit, slaps it down on the wheel and expertly begins to shape it into a beautiful piece of art. The wheel spins quickly, and the man's skill is evident in the gentle curves and elegant form that take shape under his hands. Finalizing the project, he presses a heavily booted foot against the corner of the wheel to slow it down. Oddly, the wheel simply continues spinning, still gaining in speed. The man looks down at the wheel with a mix of confusion and worry, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. A large gathering of guards, merchants, and customers appear to be arguing, with no clear divisions between the groups. At the center of the crowd stands a guard holding a bloodied and battered child by the collar. The child's nose is broken and his front tooth snapped in half. Gruesomely, his left arm ends in a bloody stump just below the elbow. Blood loss has left the child pale, his tear-streaked face a mask of pain. However, he glares defiantly upward at the guard constraining him. The chaos intensifies, as everyone shouts in both condemnation and defense of the actions of both the child and the guard, and you notice the child slipping his remaining hand around the hilt of his distracted captor's dagger. The din grows, the child tightens his grip, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a stack of lumber drying in the setting sun, thick grass and idyllic hills spreading out to the horizon. A Dwarven man leans against the stack, eating a simple meal and watching the sun set. A warm breeze plays across the scene, stirring the grass, and the man smiles slightly as he closes his eyes and inhales deeply. A single hawk circles far above, floating effortlessly against the bright sky. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear the snarling of something made of glass and steel and violations, and in a panic you begin to run. Your lungs burst with the effort, and your legs feel leaden as your every step fails to add any distance between you and the thing behind you. As you feel yourself slowing, and the hot acrid breath of the thing begins to fill your nostrils, you suddenly fall and tumble. Dazed, you look up from the soft dirt, and find yourself next to a massive chunk of marble. A chain extends from the marble, snaking across the ground around the neck of a massive albino lion. The lion gives an ear-splittingly loud roar, and leaps at you, massive claws extending, as it soars over your shoulder and collides savagely with the thing. You cower behind the marble, listening to the sounds of battle, and after a while, the lion roars in victory -- and in pain. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. A tall man walks over to one of the jars, and carefully removes the corpse of a beetle. The man gently turns the beetle over in his hands, and you notice a faint line marring the abdominal portion of the beetle's carapace. Placing the beetle's corpse on the table, the man reaches for a stoppered vial, but hesitates. He leaves the vial, places the beetle back in the jar, and replaces the jar on the shelf. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear a squeal of laughter and see a small child running down a richly carpeted hallway, awkward but full of joy. Turning abruptly and pulling a heavy door open, the child tries to sneak into a work room, where a woman is scratching symbols onto a chalkboard. The woman pauses in her work, tilts her head mischievously at the child, and with a wink invites him over. The boy rushes to her side, and careful to not disturb her work, begins drawing his own childish pictures and symbols in one of the corners of the blackboard. The woman smiles as she watches him play, and does not seem to notice that with every addition to his own project, something shifts slightly in hers. After a moment, she refocuses on her own work, and the sounds of chalk scratching against board fade.
|sub=|rep=True}}

Moon Mage vision list 2019

2019-05-10T18:06:34Z

LAURANA1: /* 2019 */

This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types|event prediction]] ability experienced in 2019.

Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the {{com|Predict}} command. These latter visions can be experienced by any moon mage as long as they're logged into the game environment when the vision is distributed. Generally these visions signal incipient invasions or immediate developments in an ongoing event or storyline.

Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the [[Plane of Probability]] and connection to Fate.

==2019==
{{Visions|date=05/10/2019|vision=
Your vision goes dark, and you realize you are floating above a perfectly reflective inky black mirror. Stretching all around you, the horizon is a perfect line dividing dark skies from dark nothingness. Everything is silent, featureless, the dichromatic universe yielding nothing further. After a few moments, you feel the threads of prophecy relinquish their hold over you, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=04/23/2019|vision=
You see a twisted, grotesque, vaguely feminine form with five gleaming yellow eyes and three arms kneeling before a mass of churning shadows and amorphous tentacles which sweep the air in agitation. The kneeling creature sings a winding paean that builds like shattering glass and scraping steel. As the song concludes, the shadows emit a series of snarls and guttural intonations, and the woman nods. "I will see to it," she replies. "They will be prepared."

The air rumbles with malevolence, and the kneeling figure nods and says, "Only a few, though they are dedicated and desperate."

The tentacles writhe and issue a series of wet clicks, and the once-woman shakes her head, and replies, "Mostly distractions, the flailings of the ignored."

Flickering with a mad radiance, the shadows shudder. Nictitating membranes close over the eyes of the kneeling figure, and she clenches her third claw as she snarls, "Understood."

The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=04/11/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you see a tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes kneeling in churning, tumultuous water that rises to his waist. He appears to be meditating, breathing calmly and intently, his hands folded in his lap. Suddenly, a line of black light etches a perfect circle around him, the nearby waters calming and draining to reveal a dry surface of twisted bone and jagged steel. He cracks his knuckles, his chest rises as he sucks a deep breath through clenched teeth, and suddenly, he falls through the thickly rippling ground, and disappears without a trace. The circle collapses, the waters spill inward, smooth as glass, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=03/24/2019|vision=
Your vision fades, and you stand before a large table with a map of an unfamiliar land painted upon its surface. A tall woman with radiant green eyes is laughing as she places small tokens made of green glass all over the land, brushing aside all other tokens. The green glass melts into ooze, staining the map, and causing the other individuals standing around the table to frown, their faces a mix of concern, confusion, and pity. Some of the pushed aside tokens begin to slowly regroup, and the scene fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/23/2019|vision=
You find yourself standing on a tall cliff, churning clouds far below you, and endless sky above. A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes stands to your side, holding an enormous bow made of a strange crystalline wood carved with softly glowing sigils. "We may only get one shot at this", he says, and notches two massive arrows composed of spiraling metal. Drawing the bow with ease, he looses the two arrows into the empty sky. They vanish into the distance, and after a moment, the world shakes with an enraged scream. The man nods grimly, reaches into his quiver, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/23/2019|vision=
You find yourself staring at a horrific statue, a vaguely female form with five gleaming yellow eyes, slitted nostrils, and wide open maw bearing three rows of needle-like teeth. Shoulders bent, the body is wrapped in black scales, and a third arm protrudes grotesquely from the left shoulder, terminating into long and vicious looking four fingered talons. You are not sure what to make of this abomination, when to your surprise, the eyes blink in sequence, and she says "Bow to them, that you to may know their splendor." Extending her hands toward you, she makes contact with your forehead, your heart, and your stomach, and everything goes dark.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=Against a backdrop of darkness you see the Old Man, an elderly Human dressed in the clothes of a peasant. He looks directly at you and says, "The greatest enemy of man is fear of change. From demon to Moon Mage, and what little exists inbetween, we fear the turmult of a real change to the status quo. Like so." He then plunges an iron knife, which had not been in his hand until that moment, into the ground. There is chaos, a flurry of visual artifacts and psychic noise. In a moment the world is both broken and healed; the surgeon's cut.
|sub=|rep=False}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Your vision fades, and you stand before a large table with a map of an unfamiliar land painted upon its surface. Standing around the table are dozens of individuals of myriad form and shape. Various wooden and stone figurines are arrayed, their symbols and representations as indecipherable as the various flags that mark the nations and political allegiances of this foreign map. A tall woman with radiant green eyes stands at one end of the table. Grinning mischievously, she leans forward, shoves her forces to the center of the map, brushing aside all that stands in her way. The other individuals gaze at her in a mix of worry, amusement, and fear. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you see a tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes kneeling in a few inches of perfectly still water. His head bowed, he clenches and unclenches his fists as he looks at his calloused hands intently. He takes a few steadying breaths, and suddenly looks up at you, his face stern and somber. With a dull throb, a high pitched keening tone rends the air, and the water begins to dance and stir. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench and gently bends a thin piece of metal into shape, slotting it into an orlog. Using a pair of fine tweezers, he manipulates the inside of the device a moment before nodding to himself and closing the back securely. He covers it with his hands, and closes his eyes in concentration, and after a moment the steady tick of uncoiling springs and spinning gears can be heard. He places the orlog on his workbench and stares at it intently, his lips pursed in contemplation. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You find yourself on an open plain, a single tree dotting the horizon of an otherwise completely exposed plateau. You see a pack of snarling beasts sheltering under the wide branches of the tree, occasionally nipping at one another as they huddle together. The sun is momentarily blotted out by an immense shadow, and when you look up, you see a massive winged creature circling over head. A woman laughs maliciously, and the beasts whine in fear. You suddenly become aware of a heavy bow and enormous arrow that you are holding. The bow is made of a strange crystalline wood carved with softly glowing sigils, and the arrow is a long twisted mass of spiraling metals. Looking up, you realize the beasts are silently staring at you. The winged creature begins to dive, and you fumble with the bow and arrow, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You awake, covered in sweat, in a humid jungle. You are momentarily overwhelmed by the thickness of the air, the screeching of birds and clicking of insects, but after a moment, your heart steadies and you take stock of your surroundings, noticing the Old Man leaning against a particularly large tree a little ways off. Rising to your feet, you approach him, and see that he is whittling a branch into the likeliness of a man. He looks at you in surprise, quickly sheathing his knife and tucking the carving into a sleeve in one swift motion. After blinking at you a moment, he shrugs and with a sweeping gesture upwards, draws your attention to the canopy above. You look up, and time slows, your neck grows stiff, your eyelids heavy, and as your gaze sweeps up the tree, you find yourself falling backwards, everything going dark. You catch the barest glimpse of a thousand people climbing the tree trunk before you fall into a deep sleep, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
The stars begin to howl, and beams of jagged light coalesce into spun glass, fragile and shimmering. You reach out and touch a single ray, and it explodes, fragmenting painlessly against you in a cool wind of melting energy that caresses your cheek and drips down your fingers. The moons begin to laugh, and you are filled with a sense of uncertainty -- your purpose and place unclear -- as the distant hours beckon, and the churned strands of Fate dance to forces beyond your understanding. They mock, or encourage, but the shoals stretch beyond your comprehension, and the stars begin to shift into new configurations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/20/2019|vision=
You see a woman and a small child standing before a large chalkboard, each engrossed in their respective work. As they work, you notice that with each completed figure or symbol the child draws, something subtly shifts in the woman's work, though she does not seem to notice the manipulations. As the two projects continue, you begin to notice discrepancies compounding on errors in the woman's calculations. Her designs and formulae begin to spiral into nonsense, though she continues meticulously adding to each equation, seemingly unaware of the building deviations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You peek around a massive chunk of marble, your eyes following the line of a long chain embedded in the chunk, snaking across the churned, bloodied, gore-speckled dirt, and winding around the neck of an enormous albino lion. The lion is panting, steam rising from its maw. At its feet lie the twisted remains of shattered glass and rapidly rusting steel. The lion is wounded, one eye swollen shut, a chunk of an ear missing. A long, ragged flap of skin hangs from its hip, dripping brilliant ruby-red blood that vanishes when it touches the ground. The lion looks at you and snarls in pain, showing pearly white teeth and fangs as long as your hand, though you sense no danger or threat from the beast. Suddenly, tensing and casting its one-eyed gaze to the side, the lion is knocked from its feet as a hissing mass of bramble and ice and smoke barrel into its flank, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A man sits before a large pottery wheel, which seems to be spinning rapidly, gaining in speed. A finished project sits atop the wheel, and as the wheel continues accelerating, the project begins to wobble and fall apart. The man looks worried, and presses a thick soled boot against the wheel, but the wheel continues spinning. The man leans his weight down, but the wheel does not slow. As the smell of burning leather fills the room, the man steps back with a start, his eyes widening in concern, and the project destabilizes entirely, flinging wet clay around the workshop. The wheel continues spinning faster and faster, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a plain white room. Perfectly centered is a blue woven carpet, with a richly polished stone table holding a tall octagonal crystal fish tank. The tank is magnificent, with splashes of bright red- and green-striped fish darting around delicately waving plants. Moss covered driftwood shelters a host of tiny, almost translucent shrimp, which fastidiously forage for food in the gravel bottom. As you peer closer into the tank, you hear a sound behind you, and when you turn, the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
An engineer fiddles with a mechanical contraption, gently adjusting a gasket until the seal is satisfactory. She nods, and depresses a face of the device, and a series of clicks and pops can be heard as the machine slowly ramps up to a steady hum. The woman goes wide-eyed with joy, and gathering the softly humming device in her arms, she rushes out of her workshop -- directly into the waiting blade of a shadowy figure. Her eyes flash with rage as he covers her mouth to muffle a scream, and he eases her to the ground as she dies. Noticing the still humming device, the man casually crushes it beneath his boot. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. Scrubbed stone and brightly burning lanterns illuminate a clean laboratory. A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench, and with the utmost of care and precision, pins a dead beetle to a sheet of cork. Carefully manipulating the creature's limbs and wings, mandibles and antennae, the man studies the beetle a moment. As the man takes copious notes in a large leather bound journal, you notice at the top of the page the phrase "Preventing Destruction" and accurate anatomical drawings of an dissected human female. Along with a tight script, you can make out splayed beetles, fat larvae, and devoured husks of corn. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You sense an elemental maelstrom, six symbolic forms spiraling together. The maelstrom appears to churn the Web of Fate as it flows along, though you are unable to glean more without a closer look.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You find yourself in a stone prison, looking out through a narrow stone window -- breathtakingly high in the air -- with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Before you, shackled to the wall, lies the decaying corpse of an Elothean woman, a thin, angry red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. As you consider her remains, a small bird flies into the cell and pecks at the woman's hand, freeing a platinum coin. With a faint clink, the coin rolls across the room, and stops at the cell door. Following its trajectory, you see a tall man gazing through a small porthole in the door. He frowns, and slides the porthole shut. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a wide but still river, the waters entirely covered by a blanket of protea blossoms emitting a heady fragrance. The stars cast a baleful, radiant glow on the flowers, which open widely, their petals drinking in the starlight. Suddenly, a large snake-like creature flings itself from the waters, protea blossoms clinging to its flank as it arcs through the air. Majestic and unlike anything you've ever seen, the creature bears long catfish-like whiskers and jagged antlers that appear to be made of nothing more than distorted space. Iridescent scales reflect the strange light, glittering madly, and a howl escapes from an open maw lined with crystalline fangs. The creature hangs in the air a moment, defying gravity, and shatters into dust, a scattering of protea blossoms raining back down to the river. The fragrance intensifies, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
A Dwarven man leans against a stack of lumber, watching the final moments of the setting sun. As the last rays stain the landscape crimson, the air begins to cool, and the shadows lengthen. The man picks up his axe and turns to the stack of lumber. Rolling his shoulders and flexing his hands, he sweeps the axe back in a smooth arc. As he slams the axe into one of the logs, a geyser of blood sprays across his face and chest, and for the briefest of moments, the stack of lumber resembles a stack of corpses. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you find yourself standing before a wall of silver liquid, which flows sluggishly like streaming teardrops. The liquid gives off a faint luminescence, and strange shapes manifest in the mirrored liquid briefly, only to flatten out moments later. Your reflection, and that of your surroundings, gently undulates with the flow, though, something about your appearance seems... off, and you take a step forward inquisitively. Suddenly, superimposed over your reflection, a pair of piercing green eyes open, and you hear a malicious peal of feminine laughter behind you! Whirling around, you catch a glimpse of a triple-tined claw reaching for your right eye, and suddenly the vision fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and an oppressive weight begins to press against you from all sides. Against the inky nothingness, you make out a series of creeping capillary-like tendrils worming towards you, wrapping around your ankles and writhing up your legs. The tendrils reach your knees, and high above, a piercing pair of massive green eyes open and gaze upon you. You hear a woman's malicious laughter in the distance, horribly echoing around and through you. With a lurch, you manage to tear one of your feet free of the creeping tendrils, and suddenly the vision fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You find yourself looking out a narrow stone window, breathtakingly high in the air, with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Turning around, you see the mutilated corpse of an Elothean woman shackled to the far wall, a thin bright red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. A tall man dressed in fine robes stands by the open cell door holding an empty bowl and a jug of water. He gazes upon the body of the woman impassively for a moment, then turns to leave the cell. Beyond the jailer, you see a hallway that -- given the dimensions of the tower -- seems to stretch incongruously long. Countless cell doors line the hallway. You briefly hear someone scream in the distance, and the jailer slams the cell door shut, locking you in with the dead woman. The vision fades..
|sub=Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a mighty river. The stars seem to resonate in place, reflecting angry, radiant light along the ripples and whorls of the rushing waters. Downriver, a horde of perfectly white protea blossoms slowly bobbles against the current, working their slow way upstream. The river courses defiantly, surging erratically, but the blossoms continue undeterred. After some time, the blossoms have blanketed the river, and the water quiets, as if subdued. A heady fragrance begins to fill your nose, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
|sub=King protea flower,Taisidon|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
An endless library stretches before you, with shelving twice the height of a Gor'Tog stretching as far as you can see. Soft gaethzen lamps illuminate the room, and bright sunlight streams in through wide stained glass windows. A wizened librarian walks down an aisle, past two students sitting at a bench, studying from large tomes. One of them coughs, eliciting a loud shush from the other. They both glare at one another a moment, then go back to their studies. The librarian smiles softly, and continues walking down the aisle.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A large wheel rests next to a sturdy bench, and a kiln glows with heat. A man sits at the bench, and leaning over the wheel, manipulates something you cannot see and mutters words you cannot hear. With a smooth start, the wheel begins to turn of its own volition, and slowly gains in speed. Nodding, the man grabs a handful of clay and after working it in his hands a bit, slaps it down on the wheel and expertly begins to shape it into a beautiful piece of art. The wheel spins quickly, and the man's skill is evident in the gentle curves and elegant form that take shape under his hands. Finalizing the project, he presses a heavily booted foot against the corner of the wheel to slow it down. Oddly, the wheel simply continues spinning, still gaining in speed. The man looks down at the wheel with a mix of confusion and worry, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. A large gathering of guards, merchants, and customers appear to be arguing, with no clear divisions between the groups. At the center of the crowd stands a guard holding a bloodied and battered child by the collar. The child's nose is broken and his front tooth snapped in half. Gruesomely, his left arm ends in a bloody stump just below the elbow. Blood loss has left the child pale, his tear-streaked face a mask of pain. However, he glares defiantly upward at the guard constraining him. The chaos intensifies, as everyone shouts in both condemnation and defense of the actions of both the child and the guard, and you notice the child slipping his remaining hand around the hilt of his distracted captor's dagger. The din grows, the child tightens his grip, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a stack of lumber drying in the setting sun, thick grass and idyllic hills spreading out to the horizon. A Dwarven man leans against the stack, eating a simple meal and watching the sun set. A warm breeze plays across the scene, stirring the grass, and the man smiles slightly as he closes his eyes and inhales deeply. A single hawk circles far above, floating effortlessly against the bright sky. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear the snarling of something made of glass and steel and violations, and in a panic you begin to run. Your lungs burst with the effort, and your legs feel leaden as your every step fails to add any distance between you and the thing behind you. As you feel yourself slowing, and the hot acrid breath of the thing begins to fill your nostrils, you suddenly fall and tumble. Dazed, you look up from the soft dirt, and find yourself next to a massive chunk of marble. A chain extends from the marble, snaking across the ground around the neck of a massive albino lion. The lion gives an ear-splittingly loud roar, and leaps at you, massive claws extending, as it soars over your shoulder and collides savagely with the thing. You cower behind the marble, listening to the sounds of battle, and after a while, the lion roars in victory -- and in pain. The vision fades.
|sub=Chadatru|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. A tall man walks over to one of the jars, and carefully removes the corpse of a beetle. The man gently turns the beetle over in his hands, and you notice a faint line marring the abdominal portion of the beetle's carapace. Placing the beetle's corpse on the table, the man reaches for a stoppered vial, but hesitates. He leaves the vial, places the beetle back in the jar, and replaces the jar on the shelf. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear a squeal of laughter and see a small child running down a richly carpeted hallway, awkward but full of joy. Turning abruptly and pulling a heavy door open, the child tries to sneak into a work room, where a woman is scratching symbols onto a chalkboard. The woman pauses in her work, tilts her head mischievously at the child, and with a wink invites him over. The boy rushes to her side, and careful to not disturb her work, begins drawing his own childish pictures and symbols in one of the corners of the blackboard. The woman smiles as she watches him play, and does not seem to notice that with every addition to his own project, something shifts slightly in hers. After a moment, she refocuses on her own work, and the sounds of chalk scratching against board fade.
|sub=|rep=True}}

Moon Mage vision list 2019

2019-04-11T19:47:28Z

LAURANA1: /* 2019 */

This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types|event prediction]] ability experienced in 2019.

Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the {{com|Predict}} command. These latter visions can be experienced by any moon mage as long as they're logged into the game environment when the vision is distributed. Generally these visions signal incipient invasions or immediate developments in an ongoing event or storyline.

Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the [[Plane of Probability]] and connection to Fate.

==2019==
{{Visions|date=04/11/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you see a tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes kneeling in churning, tumultuous water that rises to his waist. He appears to be meditating, breathing calmly and intently, his hands folded in his lap. Suddenly, a line of black light etches a perfect circle around him, the nearby waters calming and draining to reveal a dry surface of twisted bone and jagged steel. He cracks his knuckles, his chest rises as he sucks a deep breath through clenched teeth, and suddenly, he falls through the thickly rippling ground, and disappears without a trace. The circle collapses, the waters spill inward, smooth as glass, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/24/2019|vision=
Your vision fades, and you stand before a large table with a map of an unfamiliar land painted upon its surface. A tall woman with radiant green eyes is laughing as she places small tokens made of green glass all over the land, brushing aside all other tokens. The green glass melts into ooze, staining the map, and causing the other individuals standing around the table to frown, their faces a mix of concern, confusion, and pity. Some of the pushed aside tokens begin to slowly regroup, and the scene fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/23/2019|vision=
You find yourself standing on a tall cliff, churning clouds far below you, and endless sky above. A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes stands to your side, holding an enormous bow made of a strange crystalline wood carved with softly glowing sigils. "We may only get one shot at this", he says, and notches two massive arrows composed of spiraling metal. Drawing the bow with ease, he looses the two arrows into the empty sky. They vanish into the distance, and after a moment, the world shakes with an enraged scream. The man nods grimly, reaches into his quiver, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/23/2019|vision=
You find yourself staring at a horrific statue, a vaguely female form with five gleaming yellow eyes, slitted nostrils, and wide open maw bearing three rows of needle-like teeth. Shoulders bent, the body is wrapped in black scales, and a third arm protrudes grotesquely from the left shoulder, terminating into long and vicious looking four fingered talons. You are not sure what to make of this abomination, when to your surprise, the eyes blink in sequence, and she says "Bow to them, that you to may know their splendor." Extending her hands toward you, she makes contact with your forehead, your heart, and your stomach, and everything goes dark.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=Against a backdrop of darkness you see the Old Man, an elderly Human dressed in the clothes of a peasant. He looks directly at you and says, "The greatest enemy of man is fear of change. From demon to Moon Mage, and what little exists inbetween, we fear the turmult of a real change to the status quo. Like so." He then plunges an iron knife, which had not been in his hand until that moment, into the ground. There is chaos, a flurry of visual artifacts and psychic noise. In a moment the world is both broken and healed; the surgeon's cut.
|sub=|rep=False}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Your vision fades, and you stand before a large table with a map of an unfamiliar land painted upon its surface. Standing around the table are dozens of individuals of myriad form and shape. Various wooden and stone figurines are arrayed, their symbols and representations as indecipherable as the various flags that mark the nations and political allegiances of this foreign map. A tall woman with radiant green eyes stands at one end of the table. Grinning mischievously, she leans forward, shoves her forces to the center of the map, brushing aside all that stands in her way. The other individuals gaze at her in a mix of worry, amusement, and fear. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you see a tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes kneeling in a few inches of perfectly still water. His head bowed, he clenches and unclenches his fists as he looks at his calloused hands intently. He takes a few steadying breaths, and suddenly looks up at you, his face stern and somber. With a dull throb, a high pitched keening tone rends the air, and the water begins to dance and stir. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench and gently bends a thin piece of metal into shape, slotting it into an orlog. Using a pair of fine tweezers, he manipulates the inside of the device a moment before nodding to himself and closing the back securely. He covers it with his hands, and closes his eyes in concentration, and after a moment the steady tick of uncoiling springs and spinning gears can be heard. He places the orlog on his workbench and stares at it intently, his lips pursed in contemplation. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You find yourself on an open plain, a single tree dotting the horizon of an otherwise completely exposed plateau. You see a pack of snarling beasts sheltering under the wide branches of the tree, occasionally nipping at one another as they huddle together. The sun is momentarily blotted out by an immense shadow, and when you look up, you see a massive winged creature circling over head. A woman laughs maliciously, and the beasts whine in fear. You suddenly become aware of a heavy bow and enormous arrow that you are holding. The bow is made of a strange crystalline wood carved with softly glowing sigils, and the arrow is a long twisted mass of spiraling metals. Looking up, you realize the beasts are silently staring at you. The winged creature begins to dive, and you fumble with the bow and arrow, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You awake, covered in sweat, in a humid jungle. You are momentarily overwhelmed by the thickness of the air, the screeching of birds and clicking of insects, but after a moment, your heart steadies and you take stock of your surroundings, noticing the Old Man leaning against a particularly large tree a little ways off. Rising to your feet, you approach him, and see that he is whittling a branch into the likeliness of a man. He looks at you in surprise, quickly sheathing his knife and tucking the carving into a sleeve in one swift motion. After blinking at you a moment, he shrugs and with a sweeping gesture upwards, draws your attention to the canopy above. You look up, and time slows, your neck grows stiff, your eyelids heavy, and as your gaze sweeps up the tree, you find yourself falling backwards, everything going dark. You catch the barest glimpse of a thousand people climbing the tree trunk before you fall into a deep sleep, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
The stars begin to howl, and beams of jagged light coalesce into spun glass, fragile and shimmering. You reach out and touch a single ray, and it explodes, fragmenting painlessly against you in a cool wind of melting energy that caresses your cheek and drips down your fingers. The moons begin to laugh, and you are filled with a sense of uncertainty -- your purpose and place unclear -- as the distant hours beckon, and the churned strands of Fate dance to forces beyond your understanding. They mock, or encourage, but the shoals stretch beyond your comprehension, and the stars begin to shift into new configurations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/20/2019|vision=
You see a woman and a small child standing before a large chalkboard, each engrossed in their respective work. As they work, you notice that with each completed figure or symbol the child draws, something subtly shifts in the woman's work, though she does not seem to notice the manipulations. As the two projects continue, you begin to notice discrepancies compounding on errors in the woman's calculations. Her designs and formulae begin to spiral into nonsense, though she continues meticulously adding to each equation, seemingly unaware of the building deviations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You peek around a massive chunk of marble, your eyes following the line of a long chain embedded in the chunk, snaking across the churned, bloodied, gore-speckled dirt, and winding around the neck of an enormous albino lion. The lion is panting, steam rising from its maw. At its feet lie the twisted remains of shattered glass and rapidly rusting steel. The lion is wounded, one eye swollen shut, a chunk of an ear missing. A long, ragged flap of skin hangs from its hip, dripping brilliant ruby-red blood that vanishes when it touches the ground. The lion looks at you and snarls in pain, showing pearly white teeth and fangs as long as your hand, though you sense no danger or threat from the beast. Suddenly, tensing and casting its one-eyed gaze to the side, the lion is knocked from its feet as a hissing mass of bramble and ice and smoke barrel into its flank, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A man sits before a large pottery wheel, which seems to be spinning rapidly, gaining in speed. A finished project sits atop the wheel, and as the wheel continues accelerating, the project begins to wobble and fall apart. The man looks worried, and presses a thick soled boot against the wheel, but the wheel continues spinning. The man leans his weight down, but the wheel does not slow. As the smell of burning leather fills the room, the man steps back with a start, his eyes widening in concern, and the project destabilizes entirely, flinging wet clay around the workshop. The wheel continues spinning faster and faster, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a plain white room. Perfectly centered is a blue woven carpet, with a richly polished stone table holding a tall octagonal crystal fish tank. The tank is magnificent, with splashes of bright red- and green-striped fish darting around delicately waving plants. Moss covered driftwood shelters a host of tiny, almost translucent shrimp, which fastidiously forage for food in the gravel bottom. As you peer closer into the tank, you hear a sound behind you, and when you turn, the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
An engineer fiddles with a mechanical contraption, gently adjusting a gasket until the seal is satisfactory. She nods, and depresses a face of the device, and a series of clicks and pops can be heard as the machine slowly ramps up to a steady hum. The woman goes wide-eyed with joy, and gathering the softly humming device in her arms, she rushes out of her workshop -- directly into the waiting blade of a shadowy figure. Her eyes flash with rage as he covers her mouth to muffle a scream, and he eases her to the ground as she dies. Noticing the still humming device, the man casually crushes it beneath his boot. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. Scrubbed stone and brightly burning lanterns illuminate a clean laboratory. A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench, and with the utmost of care and precision, pins a dead beetle to a sheet of cork. Carefully manipulating the creature's limbs and wings, mandibles and antennae, the man studies the beetle a moment. As the man takes copious notes in a large leather bound journal, you notice at the top of the page the phrase "Preventing Destruction" and accurate anatomical drawings of an dissected human female. Along with a tight script, you can make out splayed beetles, fat larvae, and devoured husks of corn. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You sense an elemental maelstrom, six symbolic forms spiraling together. The maelstrom appears to churn the Web of Fate as it flows along, though you are unable to glean more without a closer look.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You find yourself in a stone prison, looking out through a narrow stone window -- breathtakingly high in the air -- with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Before you, shackled to the wall, lies the decaying corpse of an Elothean woman, a thin, angry red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. As you consider her remains, a small bird flies into the cell and pecks at the woman's hand, freeing a platinum coin. With a faint clink, the coin rolls across the room, and stops at the cell door. Following its trajectory, you see a tall man gazing through a small porthole in the door. He frowns, and slides the porthole shut. The vision fades.
|sub=Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a wide but still river, the waters entirely covered by a blanket of protea blossoms emitting a heady fragrance. The stars cast a baleful, radiant glow on the flowers, which open widely, their petals drinking in the starlight. Suddenly, a large snake-like creature flings itself from the waters, protea blossoms clinging to its flank as it arcs through the air. Majestic and unlike anything you've ever seen, the creature bears long catfish-like whiskers and jagged antlers that appear to be made of nothing more than distorted space. Iridescent scales reflect the strange light, glittering madly, and a howl escapes from an open maw lined with crystalline fangs. The creature hangs in the air a moment, defying gravity, and shatters into dust, a scattering of protea blossoms raining back down to the river. The fragrance intensifies, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
A Dwarven man leans against a stack of lumber, watching the final moments of the setting sun. As the last rays stain the landscape crimson, the air begins to cool, and the shadows lengthen. The man picks up his axe and turns to the stack of lumber. Rolling his shoulders and flexing his hands, he sweeps the axe back in a smooth arc. As he slams the axe into one of the logs, a geyser of blood sprays across his face and chest, and for the briefest of moments, the stack of lumber resembles a stack of corpses. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you find yourself standing before a wall of silver liquid, which flows sluggishly like streaming teardrops. The liquid gives off a faint luminescence, and strange shapes manifest in the mirrored liquid briefly, only to flatten out moments later. Your reflection, and that of your surroundings, gently undulates with the flow, though, something about your appearance seems... off, and you take a step forward inquisitively. Suddenly, superimposed over your reflection, a pair of piercing green eyes open, and you hear a malicious peal of feminine laughter behind you! Whirling around, you catch a glimpse of a triple-tined claw reaching for your right eye, and suddenly the vision fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and an oppressive weight begins to press against you from all sides. Against the inky nothingness, you make out a series of creeping capillary-like tendrils worming towards you, wrapping around your ankles and writhing up your legs. The tendrils reach your knees, and high above, a piercing pair of massive green eyes open and gaze upon you. You hear a woman's malicious laughter in the distance, horribly echoing around and through you. With a lurch, you manage to tear one of your feet free of the creeping tendrils, and suddenly the vision fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You find yourself looking out a narrow stone window, breathtakingly high in the air, with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Turning around, you see the mutilated corpse of an Elothean woman shackled to the far wall, a thin bright red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. A tall man dressed in fine robes stands by the open cell door holding an empty bowl and a jug of water. He gazes upon the body of the woman impassively for a moment, then turns to leave the cell. Beyond the jailer, you see a hallway that -- given the dimensions of the tower -- seems to stretch incongruously long. Countless cell doors line the hallway. You briefly hear someone scream in the distance, and the jailer slams the cell door shut, locking you in with the dead woman. The vision fades..
|sub=Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a mighty river. The stars seem to resonate in place, reflecting angry, radiant light along the ripples and whorls of the rushing waters. Downriver, a horde of perfectly white protea blossoms slowly bobbles against the current, working their slow way upstream. The river courses defiantly, surging erratically, but the blossoms continue undeterred. After some time, the blossoms have blanketed the river, and the water quiets, as if subdued. A heady fragrance begins to fill your nose, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
|sub=King protea flower,Taisidon|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
An endless library stretches before you, with shelving twice the height of a Gor'Tog stretching as far as you can see. Soft gaethzen lamps illuminate the room, and bright sunlight streams in through wide stained glass windows. A wizened librarian walks down an aisle, past two students sitting at a bench, studying from large tomes. One of them coughs, eliciting a loud shush from the other. They both glare at one another a moment, then go back to their studies. The librarian smiles softly, and continues walking down the aisle.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A large wheel rests next to a sturdy bench, and a kiln glows with heat. A man sits at the bench, and leaning over the wheel, manipulates something you cannot see and mutters words you cannot hear. With a smooth start, the wheel begins to turn of its own volition, and slowly gains in speed. Nodding, the man grabs a handful of clay and after working it in his hands a bit, slaps it down on the wheel and expertly begins to shape it into a beautiful piece of art. The wheel spins quickly, and the man's skill is evident in the gentle curves and elegant form that take shape under his hands. Finalizing the project, he presses a heavily booted foot against the corner of the wheel to slow it down. Oddly, the wheel simply continues spinning, still gaining in speed. The man looks down at the wheel with a mix of confusion and worry, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. A large gathering of guards, merchants, and customers appear to be arguing, with no clear divisions between the groups. At the center of the crowd stands a guard holding a bloodied and battered child by the collar. The child's nose is broken and his front tooth snapped in half. Gruesomely, his left arm ends in a bloody stump just below the elbow. Blood loss has left the child pale, his tear-streaked face a mask of pain. However, he glares defiantly upward at the guard constraining him. The chaos intensifies, as everyone shouts in both condemnation and defense of the actions of both the child and the guard, and you notice the child slipping his remaining hand around the hilt of his distracted captor's dagger. The din grows, the child tightens his grip, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a stack of lumber drying in the setting sun, thick grass and idyllic hills spreading out to the horizon. A Dwarven man leans against the stack, eating a simple meal and watching the sun set. A warm breeze plays across the scene, stirring the grass, and the man smiles slightly as he closes his eyes and inhales deeply. A single hawk circles far above, floating effortlessly against the bright sky. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear the snarling of something made of glass and steel and violations, and in a panic you begin to run. Your lungs burst with the effort, and your legs feel leaden as your every step fails to add any distance between you and the thing behind you. As you feel yourself slowing, and the hot acrid breath of the thing begins to fill your nostrils, you suddenly fall and tumble. Dazed, you look up from the soft dirt, and find yourself next to a massive chunk of marble. A chain extends from the marble, snaking across the ground around the neck of a massive albino lion. The lion gives an ear-splittingly loud roar, and leaps at you, massive claws extending, as it soars over your shoulder and collides savagely with the thing. You cower behind the marble, listening to the sounds of battle, and after a while, the lion roars in victory -- and in pain. The vision fades.
|sub=Chadatru|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. A tall man walks over to one of the jars, and carefully removes the corpse of a beetle. The man gently turns the beetle over in his hands, and you notice a faint line marring the abdominal portion of the beetle's carapace. Placing the beetle's corpse on the table, the man reaches for a stoppered vial, but hesitates. He leaves the vial, places the beetle back in the jar, and replaces the jar on the shelf. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear a squeal of laughter and see a small child running down a richly carpeted hallway, awkward but full of joy. Turning abruptly and pulling a heavy door open, the child tries to sneak into a work room, where a woman is scratching symbols onto a chalkboard. The woman pauses in her work, tilts her head mischievously at the child, and with a wink invites him over. The boy rushes to her side, and careful to not disturb her work, begins drawing his own childish pictures and symbols in one of the corners of the blackboard. The woman smiles as she watches him play, and does not seem to notice that with every addition to his own project, something shifts slightly in hers. After a moment, she refocuses on her own work, and the sounds of chalk scratching against board fade.
|sub=|rep=True}}

Moon Mage vision list 2019

2019-03-08T20:06:50Z

LAURANA1: /* 2019 */

This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types|event prediction]] ability experienced in 2019.

Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the {{com|Predict}} command. These latter visions can be experienced by any moon mage as long as they're logged into the game environment when the vision is distributed. Generally these visions signal incipient invasions or immediate developments in an ongoing event or storyline.

Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the [[Plane of Probability]] and connection to Fate.

==2019==
{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Your vision fades, and you stand before a large table with a map of an unfamiliar land painted upon its surface. Standing around the table are dozens of individuals of myriad form and shape. Various wooden and stone figurines are arrayed, their symbols and representations as indecipherable as the various flags that mark the nations and political allegiances of this foreign map. A tall woman with radiant green eyes stands at one end of the table. Grinning mischievously, she leans forward, shoves her forces to the center of the map, brushing aside all that stands in her way. The other individuals gaze at her in a mix of worry, amusement, and fear. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you see a tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes kneeling in a few inches of perfectly still water. His head bowed, he clenches and unclenches his fists as he looks at his calloused hands intently. He takes a few steadying breaths, and suddenly looks up at you, his face stern and somber. With a dull throb, a high pitched keening tone rends the air, and the water begins to dance and stir. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench and gently bends a thin piece of metal into shape, slotting it into an orlog. Using a pair of fine tweezers, he manipulates the inside of the device a moment before nodding to himself and closing the back securely. He covers it with his hands, and closes his eyes in concentration, and after a moment the steady tick of uncoiling springs and spinning gears can be heard. He places the orlog on his workbench and stares at it intently, his lips pursed in contemplation. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You find yourself on an open plain, a single tree dotting the horizon of an otherwise completely exposed plateau. You see a pack of snarling beasts sheltering under the wide branches of the tree, occasionally nipping at one another as they huddle together. The sun is momentarily blotted out by an immense shadow, and when you look up, you see a massive winged creature circling over head. A woman laughs maliciously, and the beasts whine in fear. You suddenly become aware of a heavy bow and enormous arrow that you are holding. The bow is made of a strange crystalline wood carved with softly glowing sigils, and the arrow is a long twisted mass of spiraling metals. Looking up, you realize the beasts are silently staring at you. The winged creature begins to dive, and you fumble with the bow and arrow, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You awake, covered in sweat, in a humid jungle. You are momentarily overwhelmed by the thickness of the air, the screeching of birds and clicking of insects, but after a moment, your heart steadies and you take stock of your surroundings, noticing the Old Man leaning against a particularly large tree a little ways off. Rising to your feet, you approach him, and see that he is whittling a branch into the likeliness of a man. He looks at you in surprise, quickly sheathing his knife and tucking the carving into a sleeve in one swift motion. After blinking at you a moment, he shrugs and with a sweeping gesture upwards, draws your attention to the canopy above. You look up, and time slows, your neck grows stiff, your eyelids heavy, and as your gaze sweeps up the tree, you find yourself falling backwards, everything going dark. You catch the barest glimpse of a thousand people climbing the tree trunk before you fall into a deep sleep, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
The stars begin to howl, and beams of jagged light coalesce into spun glass, fragile and shimmering. You reach out and touch a single ray, and it explodes, fragmenting painlessly against you in a cool wind of melting energy that caresses your cheek and drips down your fingers. The moons begin to laugh, and you are filled with a sense of uncertainty -- your purpose and place unclear -- as the distant hours beckon, and the churned strands of Fate dance to forces beyond your understanding. They mock, or encourage, but the shoals stretch beyond your comprehension, and the stars begin to shift into new configurations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/20/2019|vision=
You see a woman and a small child standing before a large chalkboard, each engrossed in their respective work. As they work, you notice that with each completed figure or symbol the child draws, something subtly shifts in the woman's work, though she does not seem to notice the manipulations. As the two projects continue, you begin to notice discrepancies compounding on errors in the woman's calculations. Her designs and formulae begin to spiral into nonsense, though she continues meticulously adding to each equation, seemingly unaware of the building deviations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You peek around a massive chunk of marble, your eyes following the line of a long chain embedded in the chunk, snaking across the churned, bloodied, gore-speckled dirt, and winding around the neck of an enormous albino lion. The lion is panting, steam rising from its maw. At its feet lie the twisted remains of shattered glass and rapidly rusting steel. The lion is wounded, one eye swollen shut, a chunk of an ear missing. A long, ragged flap of skin hangs from its hip, dripping brilliant ruby-red blood that vanishes when it touches the ground. The lion looks at you and snarls in pain, showing pearly white teeth and fangs as long as your hand, though you sense no danger or threat from the beast. Suddenly, tensing and casting its one-eyed gaze to the side, the lion is knocked from its feet as a hissing mass of bramble and ice and smoke barrel into its flank, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A man sits before a large pottery wheel, which seems to be spinning rapidly, gaining in speed. A finished project sits atop the wheel, and as the wheel continues accelerating, the project begins to wobble and fall apart. The man looks worried, and presses a thick soled boot against the wheel, but the wheel continues spinning. The man leans his weight down, but the wheel does not slow. As the smell of burning leather fills the room, the man steps back with a start, his eyes widening in concern, and the project destabilizes entirely, flinging wet clay around the workshop. The wheel continues spinning faster and faster, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a plain white room. Perfectly centered is a blue woven carpet, with a richly polished stone table holding a tall octagonal crystal fish tank. The tank is magnificent, with splashes of bright red- and green-striped fish darting around delicately waving plants. Moss covered driftwood shelters a host of tiny, almost translucent shrimp, which fastidiously forage for food in the gravel bottom. As you peer closer into the tank, you hear a sound behind you, and when you turn, the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
An engineer fiddles with a mechanical contraption, gently adjusting a gasket until the seal is satisfactory. She nods, and depresses a face of the device, and a series of clicks and pops can be heard as the machine slowly ramps up to a steady hum. The woman goes wide-eyed with joy, and gathering the softly humming device in her arms, she rushes out of her workshop -- directly into the waiting blade of a shadowy figure. Her eyes flash with rage as he covers her mouth to muffle a scream, and he eases her to the ground as she dies. Noticing the still humming device, the man casually crushes it beneath his boot. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. Scrubbed stone and brightly burning lanterns illuminate a clean laboratory. A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench, and with the utmost of care and precision, pins a dead beetle to a sheet of cork. Carefully manipulating the creature's limbs and wings, mandibles and antennae, the man studies the beetle a moment. As the man takes copious notes in a large leather bound journal, you notice at the top of the page the phrase "Preventing Destruction" and accurate anatomical drawings of an dissected human female. Along with a tight script, you can make out splayed beetles, fat larvae, and devoured husks of corn. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You sense an elemental maelstrom, six symbolic forms spiraling together. The maelstrom appears to churn the Web of Fate as it flows along, though you are unable to glean more without a closer look.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You find yourself in a stone prison, looking out through a narrow stone window -- breathtakingly high in the air -- with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Before you, shackled to the wall, lies the decaying corpse of an Elothean woman, a thin, angry red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. As you consider her remains, a small bird flies into the cell and pecks at the woman's hand, freeing a platinum coin. With a faint clink, the coin rolls across the room, and stops at the cell door. Following its trajectory, you see a tall man gazing through a small porthole in the door. He frowns, and slides the porthole shut. The vision fades.
|sub=Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a wide but still river, the waters entirely covered by a blanket of protea blossoms emitting a heady fragrance. The stars cast a baleful, radiant glow on the flowers, which open widely, their petals drinking in the starlight. Suddenly, a large snake-like creature flings itself from the waters, protea blossoms clinging to its flank as it arcs through the air. Majestic and unlike anything you've ever seen, the creature bears long catfish-like whiskers and jagged antlers that appear to be made of nothing more than distorted space. Iridescent scales reflect the strange light, glittering madly, and a howl escapes from an open maw lined with crystalline fangs. The creature hangs in the air a moment, defying gravity, and shatters into dust, a scattering of protea blossoms raining back down to the river. The fragrance intensifies, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
A Dwarven man leans against a stack of lumber, watching the final moments of the setting sun. As the last rays stain the landscape crimson, the air begins to cool, and the shadows lengthen. The man picks up his axe and turns to the stack of lumber. Rolling his shoulders and flexing his hands, he sweeps the axe back in a smooth arc. As he slams the axe into one of the logs, a geyser of blood sprays across his face and chest, and for the briefest of moments, the stack of lumber resembles a stack of corpses. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you find yourself standing before a wall of silver liquid, which flows sluggishly like streaming teardrops. The liquid gives off a faint luminescence, and strange shapes manifest in the mirrored liquid briefly, only to flatten out moments later. Your reflection, and that of your surroundings, gently undulates with the flow, though, something about your appearance seems... off, and you take a step forward inquisitively. Suddenly, superimposed over your reflection, a pair of piercing green eyes open, and you hear a malicious peal of feminine laughter behind you! Whirling around, you catch a glimpse of a triple-tined claw reaching for your right eye, and suddenly the vision fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and an oppressive weight begins to press against you from all sides. Against the inky nothingness, you make out a series of creeping capillary-like tendrils worming towards you, wrapping around your ankles and writhing up your legs. The tendrils reach your knees, and high above, a piercing pair of massive green eyes open and gaze upon you. You hear a woman's malicious laughter in the distance, horribly echoing around and through you. With a lurch, you manage to tear one of your feet free of the creeping tendrils, and suddenly the vision fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You find yourself looking out a narrow stone window, breathtakingly high in the air, with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Turning around, you see the mutilated corpse of an Elothean woman shackled to the far wall, a thin bright red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. A tall man dressed in fine robes stands by the open cell door holding an empty bowl and a jug of water. He gazes upon the body of the woman impassively for a moment, then turns to leave the cell. Beyond the jailer, you see a hallway that -- given the dimensions of the tower -- seems to stretch incongruously long. Countless cell doors line the hallway. You briefly hear someone scream in the distance, and the jailer slams the cell door shut, locking you in with the dead woman. The vision fades..
|sub=Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a mighty river. The stars seem to resonate in place, reflecting angry, radiant light along the ripples and whorls of the rushing waters. Downriver, a horde of perfectly white protea blossoms slowly bobbles against the current, working their slow way upstream. The river courses defiantly, surging erratically, but the blossoms continue undeterred. After some time, the blossoms have blanketed the river, and the water quiets, as if subdued. A heady fragrance begins to fill your nose, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
|sub=King protea flower,Taisidon|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
An endless library stretches before you, with shelving twice the height of a Gor'Tog stretching as far as you can see. Soft gaethzen lamps illuminate the room, and bright sunlight streams in through wide stained glass windows. A wizened librarian walks down an aisle, past two students sitting at a bench, studying from large tomes. One of them coughs, eliciting a loud shush from the other. They both glare at one another a moment, then go back to their studies. The librarian smiles softly, and continues walking down the aisle.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A large wheel rests next to a sturdy bench, and a kiln glows with heat. A man sits at the bench, and leaning over the wheel, manipulates something you cannot see and mutters words you cannot hear. With a smooth start, the wheel begins to turn of its own volition, and slowly gains in speed. Nodding, the man grabs a handful of clay and after working it in his hands a bit, slaps it down on the wheel and expertly begins to shape it into a beautiful piece of art. The wheel spins quickly, and the man's skill is evident in the gentle curves and elegant form that take shape under his hands. Finalizing the project, he presses a heavily booted foot against the corner of the wheel to slow it down. Oddly, the wheel simply continues spinning, still gaining in speed. The man looks down at the wheel with a mix of confusion and worry, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. A large gathering of guards, merchants, and customers appear to be arguing, with no clear divisions between the groups. At the center of the crowd stands a guard holding a bloodied and battered child by the collar. The child's nose is broken and his front tooth snapped in half. Gruesomely, his left arm ends in a bloody stump just below the elbow. Blood loss has left the child pale, his tear-streaked face a mask of pain. However, he glares defiantly upward at the guard constraining him. The chaos intensifies, as everyone shouts in both condemnation and defense of the actions of both the child and the guard, and you notice the child slipping his remaining hand around the hilt of his distracted captor's dagger. The din grows, the child tightens his grip, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a stack of lumber drying in the setting sun, thick grass and idyllic hills spreading out to the horizon. A Dwarven man leans against the stack, eating a simple meal and watching the sun set. A warm breeze plays across the scene, stirring the grass, and the man smiles slightly as he closes his eyes and inhales deeply. A single hawk circles far above, floating effortlessly against the bright sky. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear the snarling of something made of glass and steel and violations, and in a panic you begin to run. Your lungs burst with the effort, and your legs feel leaden as your every step fails to add any distance between you and the thing behind you. As you feel yourself slowing, and the hot acrid breath of the thing begins to fill your nostrils, you suddenly fall and tumble. Dazed, you look up from the soft dirt, and find yourself next to a massive chunk of marble. A chain extends from the marble, snaking across the ground around the neck of a massive albino lion. The lion gives an ear-splittingly loud roar, and leaps at you, massive claws extending, as it soars over your shoulder and collides savagely with the thing. You cower behind the marble, listening to the sounds of battle, and after a while, the lion roars in victory -- and in pain. The vision fades.
|sub=Chadatru|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. A tall man walks over to one of the jars, and carefully removes the corpse of a beetle. The man gently turns the beetle over in his hands, and you notice a faint line marring the abdominal portion of the beetle's carapace. Placing the beetle's corpse on the table, the man reaches for a stoppered vial, but hesitates. He leaves the vial, places the beetle back in the jar, and replaces the jar on the shelf. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear a squeal of laughter and see a small child running down a richly carpeted hallway, awkward but full of joy. Turning abruptly and pulling a heavy door open, the child tries to sneak into a work room, where a woman is scratching symbols onto a chalkboard. The woman pauses in her work, tilts her head mischievously at the child, and with a wink invites him over. The boy rushes to her side, and careful to not disturb her work, begins drawing his own childish pictures and symbols in one of the corners of the blackboard. The woman smiles as she watches him play, and does not seem to notice that with every addition to his own project, something shifts slightly in hers. After a moment, she refocuses on her own work, and the sounds of chalk scratching against board fade.
|sub=|rep=True}}

Moon Mage vision list 2019

2019-03-08T20:06:03Z

LAURANA1: /* 2019 */

This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types|event prediction]] ability experienced in 2019.

Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the {{com|Predict}} command. These latter visions can be experienced by any moon mage as long as they're logged into the game environment when the vision is distributed. Generally these visions signal incipient invasions or immediate developments in an ongoing event or storyline.

Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the [[Plane of Probability]] and connection to Fate.

==2019==
{{Visions|date=03/08/2019|vision=
The stars begin to howl, and beams of jagged light coalesce into spun glass, fragile and shimmering. You reach out and touch a single ray, and it explodes, fragmenting painlessly against you in a cool wind of melting energy that caresses your cheek and drips down your fingers. The moons begin to laugh, and you are filled with a sense of uncertainty -- your purpose and place unclear -- as the distant hours beckon, and the churned strands of Fate dance to forces beyond your understanding. They mock, or encourage, but the shoals stretch beyond your comprehension, and the stars begin to shift into new configurations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Your vision fades, and you stand before a large table with a map of an unfamiliar land painted upon its surface. Standing around the table are dozens of individuals of myriad form and shape. Various wooden and stone figurines are arrayed, their symbols and representations as indecipherable as the various flags that mark the nations and political allegiances of this foreign map. A tall woman with radiant green eyes stands at one end of the table. Grinning mischievously, she leans forward, shoves her forces to the center of the map, brushing aside all that stands in her way. The other individuals gaze at her in a mix of worry, amusement, and fear. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you see a tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes kneeling in a few inches of perfectly still water. His head bowed, he clenches and unclenches his fists as he looks at his calloused hands intently. He takes a few steadying breaths, and suddenly looks up at you, his face stern and somber. With a dull throb, a high pitched keening tone rends the air, and the water begins to dance and stir. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench and gently bends a thin piece of metal into shape, slotting it into an orlog. Using a pair of fine tweezers, he manipulates the inside of the device a moment before nodding to himself and closing the back securely. He covers it with his hands, and closes his eyes in concentration, and after a moment the steady tick of uncoiling springs and spinning gears can be heard. He places the orlog on his workbench and stares at it intently, his lips pursed in contemplation. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You find yourself on an open plain, a single tree dotting the horizon of an otherwise completely exposed plateau. You see a pack of snarling beasts sheltering under the wide branches of the tree, occasionally nipping at one another as they huddle together. The sun is momentarily blotted out by an immense shadow, and when you look up, you see a massive winged creature circling over head. A woman laughs maliciously, and the beasts whine in fear. You suddenly become aware of a heavy bow and enormous arrow that you are holding. The bow is made of a strange crystalline wood carved with softly glowing sigils, and the arrow is a long twisted mass of spiraling metals. Looking up, you realize the beasts are silently staring at you. The winged creature begins to dive, and you fumble with the bow and arrow, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You awake, covered in sweat, in a humid jungle. You are momentarily overwhelmed by the thickness of the air, the screeching of birds and clicking of insects, but after a moment, your heart steadies and you take stock of your surroundings, noticing the Old Man leaning against a particularly large tree a little ways off. Rising to your feet, you approach him, and see that he is whittling a branch into the likeliness of a man. He looks at you in surprise, quickly sheathing his knife and tucking the carving into a sleeve in one swift motion. After blinking at you a moment, he shrugs and with a sweeping gesture upwards, draws your attention to the canopy above. You look up, and time slows, your neck grows stiff, your eyelids heavy, and as your gaze sweeps up the tree, you find yourself falling backwards, everything going dark. You catch the barest glimpse of a thousand people climbing the tree trunk before you fall into a deep sleep, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
The stars begin to howl, and beams of jagged light coalesce into spun glass, fragile and shimmering. You reach out and touch a single ray, and it explodes, fragmenting painlessly against you in a cool wind of melting energy that caresses your cheek and drips down your fingers. The moons begin to laugh, and you are filled with a sense of uncertainty -- your purpose and place unclear -- as the distant hours beckon, and the churned strands of Fate dance to forces beyond your understanding. They mock, or encourage, but the shoals stretch beyond your comprehension, and the stars begin to shift into new configurations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/20/2019|vision=
You see a woman and a small child standing before a large chalkboard, each engrossed in their respective work. As they work, you notice that with each completed figure or symbol the child draws, something subtly shifts in the woman's work, though she does not seem to notice the manipulations. As the two projects continue, you begin to notice discrepancies compounding on errors in the woman's calculations. Her designs and formulae begin to spiral into nonsense, though she continues meticulously adding to each equation, seemingly unaware of the building deviations. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You peek around a massive chunk of marble, your eyes following the line of a long chain embedded in the chunk, snaking across the churned, bloodied, gore-speckled dirt, and winding around the neck of an enormous albino lion. The lion is panting, steam rising from its maw. At its feet lie the twisted remains of shattered glass and rapidly rusting steel. The lion is wounded, one eye swollen shut, a chunk of an ear missing. A long, ragged flap of skin hangs from its hip, dripping brilliant ruby-red blood that vanishes when it touches the ground. The lion looks at you and snarls in pain, showing pearly white teeth and fangs as long as your hand, though you sense no danger or threat from the beast. Suddenly, tensing and casting its one-eyed gaze to the side, the lion is knocked from its feet as a hissing mass of bramble and ice and smoke barrel into its flank, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A man sits before a large pottery wheel, which seems to be spinning rapidly, gaining in speed. A finished project sits atop the wheel, and as the wheel continues accelerating, the project begins to wobble and fall apart. The man looks worried, and presses a thick soled boot against the wheel, but the wheel continues spinning. The man leans his weight down, but the wheel does not slow. As the smell of burning leather fills the room, the man steps back with a start, his eyes widening in concern, and the project destabilizes entirely, flinging wet clay around the workshop. The wheel continues spinning faster and faster, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a plain white room. Perfectly centered is a blue woven carpet, with a richly polished stone table holding a tall octagonal crystal fish tank. The tank is magnificent, with splashes of bright red- and green-striped fish darting around delicately waving plants. Moss covered driftwood shelters a host of tiny, almost translucent shrimp, which fastidiously forage for food in the gravel bottom. As you peer closer into the tank, you hear a sound behind you, and when you turn, the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
An engineer fiddles with a mechanical contraption, gently adjusting a gasket until the seal is satisfactory. She nods, and depresses a face of the device, and a series of clicks and pops can be heard as the machine slowly ramps up to a steady hum. The woman goes wide-eyed with joy, and gathering the softly humming device in her arms, she rushes out of her workshop -- directly into the waiting blade of a shadowy figure. Her eyes flash with rage as he covers her mouth to muffle a scream, and he eases her to the ground as she dies. Noticing the still humming device, the man casually crushes it beneath his boot. Your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. Scrubbed stone and brightly burning lanterns illuminate a clean laboratory. A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench, and with the utmost of care and precision, pins a dead beetle to a sheet of cork. Carefully manipulating the creature's limbs and wings, mandibles and antennae, the man studies the beetle a moment. As the man takes copious notes in a large leather bound journal, you notice at the top of the page the phrase "Preventing Destruction" and accurate anatomical drawings of an dissected human female. Along with a tight script, you can make out splayed beetles, fat larvae, and devoured husks of corn. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You sense an elemental maelstrom, six symbolic forms spiraling together. The maelstrom appears to churn the Web of Fate as it flows along, though you are unable to glean more without a closer look.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You find yourself in a stone prison, looking out through a narrow stone window -- breathtakingly high in the air -- with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Before you, shackled to the wall, lies the decaying corpse of an Elothean woman, a thin, angry red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. As you consider her remains, a small bird flies into the cell and pecks at the woman's hand, freeing a platinum coin. With a faint clink, the coin rolls across the room, and stops at the cell door. Following its trajectory, you see a tall man gazing through a small porthole in the door. He frowns, and slides the porthole shut. The vision fades.
|sub=Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a wide but still river, the waters entirely covered by a blanket of protea blossoms emitting a heady fragrance. The stars cast a baleful, radiant glow on the flowers, which open widely, their petals drinking in the starlight. Suddenly, a large snake-like creature flings itself from the waters, protea blossoms clinging to its flank as it arcs through the air. Majestic and unlike anything you've ever seen, the creature bears long catfish-like whiskers and jagged antlers that appear to be made of nothing more than distorted space. Iridescent scales reflect the strange light, glittering madly, and a howl escapes from an open maw lined with crystalline fangs. The creature hangs in the air a moment, defying gravity, and shatters into dust, a scattering of protea blossoms raining back down to the river. The fragrance intensifies, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
A Dwarven man leans against a stack of lumber, watching the final moments of the setting sun. As the last rays stain the landscape crimson, the air begins to cool, and the shadows lengthen. The man picks up his axe and turns to the stack of lumber. Rolling his shoulders and flexing his hands, he sweeps the axe back in a smooth arc. As he slams the axe into one of the logs, a geyser of blood sprays across his face and chest, and for the briefest of moments, the stack of lumber resembles a stack of corpses. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you find yourself standing before a wall of silver liquid, which flows sluggishly like streaming teardrops. The liquid gives off a faint luminescence, and strange shapes manifest in the mirrored liquid briefly, only to flatten out moments later. Your reflection, and that of your surroundings, gently undulates with the flow, though, something about your appearance seems... off, and you take a step forward inquisitively. Suddenly, superimposed over your reflection, a pair of piercing green eyes open, and you hear a malicious peal of feminine laughter behind you! Whirling around, you catch a glimpse of a triple-tined claw reaching for your right eye, and suddenly the vision fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and an oppressive weight begins to press against you from all sides. Against the inky nothingness, you make out a series of creeping capillary-like tendrils worming towards you, wrapping around your ankles and writhing up your legs. The tendrils reach your knees, and high above, a piercing pair of massive green eyes open and gaze upon you. You hear a woman's malicious laughter in the distance, horribly echoing around and through you. With a lurch, you manage to tear one of your feet free of the creeping tendrils, and suddenly the vision fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You find yourself looking out a narrow stone window, breathtakingly high in the air, with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Turning around, you see the mutilated corpse of an Elothean woman shackled to the far wall, a thin bright red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. A tall man dressed in fine robes stands by the open cell door holding an empty bowl and a jug of water. He gazes upon the body of the woman impassively for a moment, then turns to leave the cell. Beyond the jailer, you see a hallway that -- given the dimensions of the tower -- seems to stretch incongruously long. Countless cell doors line the hallway. You briefly hear someone scream in the distance, and the jailer slams the cell door shut, locking you in with the dead woman. The vision fades..
|sub=Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a mighty river. The stars seem to resonate in place, reflecting angry, radiant light along the ripples and whorls of the rushing waters. Downriver, a horde of perfectly white protea blossoms slowly bobbles against the current, working their slow way upstream. The river courses defiantly, surging erratically, but the blossoms continue undeterred. After some time, the blossoms have blanketed the river, and the water quiets, as if subdued. A heady fragrance begins to fill your nose, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
|sub=King protea flower,Taisidon|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
An endless library stretches before you, with shelving twice the height of a Gor'Tog stretching as far as you can see. Soft gaethzen lamps illuminate the room, and bright sunlight streams in through wide stained glass windows. A wizened librarian walks down an aisle, past two students sitting at a bench, studying from large tomes. One of them coughs, eliciting a loud shush from the other. They both glare at one another a moment, then go back to their studies. The librarian smiles softly, and continues walking down the aisle.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A large wheel rests next to a sturdy bench, and a kiln glows with heat. A man sits at the bench, and leaning over the wheel, manipulates something you cannot see and mutters words you cannot hear. With a smooth start, the wheel begins to turn of its own volition, and slowly gains in speed. Nodding, the man grabs a handful of clay and after working it in his hands a bit, slaps it down on the wheel and expertly begins to shape it into a beautiful piece of art. The wheel spins quickly, and the man's skill is evident in the gentle curves and elegant form that take shape under his hands. Finalizing the project, he presses a heavily booted foot against the corner of the wheel to slow it down. Oddly, the wheel simply continues spinning, still gaining in speed. The man looks down at the wheel with a mix of confusion and worry, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. A large gathering of guards, merchants, and customers appear to be arguing, with no clear divisions between the groups. At the center of the crowd stands a guard holding a bloodied and battered child by the collar. The child's nose is broken and his front tooth snapped in half. Gruesomely, his left arm ends in a bloody stump just below the elbow. Blood loss has left the child pale, his tear-streaked face a mask of pain. However, he glares defiantly upward at the guard constraining him. The chaos intensifies, as everyone shouts in both condemnation and defense of the actions of both the child and the guard, and you notice the child slipping his remaining hand around the hilt of his distracted captor's dagger. The din grows, the child tightens his grip, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a stack of lumber drying in the setting sun, thick grass and idyllic hills spreading out to the horizon. A Dwarven man leans against the stack, eating a simple meal and watching the sun set. A warm breeze plays across the scene, stirring the grass, and the man smiles slightly as he closes his eyes and inhales deeply. A single hawk circles far above, floating effortlessly against the bright sky. The vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear the snarling of something made of glass and steel and violations, and in a panic you begin to run. Your lungs burst with the effort, and your legs feel leaden as your every step fails to add any distance between you and the thing behind you. As you feel yourself slowing, and the hot acrid breath of the thing begins to fill your nostrils, you suddenly fall and tumble. Dazed, you look up from the soft dirt, and find yourself next to a massive chunk of marble. A chain extends from the marble, snaking across the ground around the neck of a massive albino lion. The lion gives an ear-splittingly loud roar, and leaps at you, massive claws extending, as it soars over your shoulder and collides savagely with the thing. You cower behind the marble, listening to the sounds of battle, and after a while, the lion roars in victory -- and in pain. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. A tall man walks over to one of the jars, and carefully removes the corpse of a beetle. The man gently turns the beetle over in his hands, and you notice a faint line marring the abdominal portion of the beetle's carapace. Placing the beetle's corpse on the table, the man reaches for a stoppered vial, but hesitates. He leaves the vial, places the beetle back in the jar, and replaces the jar on the shelf. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear a squeal of laughter and see a small child running down a richly carpeted hallway, awkward but full of joy. Turning abruptly and pulling a heavy door open, the child tries to sneak into a work room, where a woman is scratching symbols onto a chalkboard. The woman pauses in her work, tilts her head mischievously at the child, and with a wink invites him over. The boy rushes to her side, and careful to not disturb her work, begins drawing his own childish pictures and symbols in one of the corners of the blackboard. The woman smiles as she watches him play, and does not seem to notice that with every addition to his own project, something shifts slightly in hers. After a moment, she refocuses on her own work, and the sounds of chalk scratching against board fade.
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Moon Mage vision list 2019

2019-03-06T18:26:32Z

LAURANA1: Added March visions

This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types|event prediction]] ability experienced in 2019.

Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the {{com|Predict}} command. These latter visions can be experienced by any moon mage as long as they're logged into the game environment when the vision is distributed. Generally these visions signal incipient invasions or immediate developments in an ongoing event or storyline.

Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the [[Plane of Probability]] and connection to Fate.

==2019==
{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Your vision fades, and you stand before a large table with a map of an unfamiliar land painted upon its surface. Standing around the table are dozens of individuals of myriad form and shape. Various wooden and stone figurines are arrayed, their symbols and representations as indecipherable as the various flags that mark the nations and political allegiances of this foreign map. A tall woman with radiant green eyes stands at one end of the table. Grinning mischievously, she leans forward, shoves her forces to the center of the map, brushing aside all that stands in her way. The other individuals gaze at her in a mix of worry, amusement, and fear. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you see a tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes kneeling in a few inches of perfectly still water. His head bowed, he clenches and unclenches his fists as he looks at his calloused hands intently. He takes a few steadying breaths, and suddenly looks up at you, his face stern and somber. With a dull throb, a high pitched keening tone rends the air, and the water begins to dance and stir. Your vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench and gently bends a thin piece of metal into shape, slotting it into an orlog. Using a pair of fine tweezers, he manipulates the inside of the device a moment before nodding to himself and closing the back securely. He covers it with his hands, and closes his eyes in concentration, and after a moment the steady tick of uncoiling springs and spinning gears can be heard. He places the orlog on his workbench and stares at it intently, his lips pursed in contemplation. Your vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You find yourself on an open plain, a single tree dotting the horizon of an otherwise completely exposed plateau. You see a pack of snarling beasts sheltering under the wide branches of the tree, occasionally nipping at one another as they huddle together. The sun is momentarily blotted out by an immense shadow, and when you look up, you see a massive winged creature circling over head. A woman laughs maliciously, and the beasts whine in fear. You suddenly become aware of a heavy bow and enormous arrow that you are holding. The bow is made of a strange crystalline wood carved with softly glowing sigils, and the arrow is a long twisted mass of spiraling metals. Looking up, you realize the beasts are silently staring at you. The winged creature begins to dive, and you fumble with the bow and arrow, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
You awake, covered in sweat, in a humid jungle. You are momentarily overwhelmed by the thickness of the air, the screeching of birds and clicking of insects, but after a moment, your heart steadies and you take stock of your surroundings, noticing the Old Man leaning against a particularly large tree a little ways off. Rising to your feet, you approach him, and see that he is whittling a branch into the likeliness of a man. He looks at you in surprise, quickly sheathing his knife and tucking the carving into a sleeve in one swift motion. After blinking at you a moment, he shrugs and with a sweeping gesture upwards, draws your attention to the canopy above. You look up, and time slows, your neck grows stiff, your eyelids heavy, and as your gaze sweeps up the tree, you find yourself falling backwards, everything going dark. You catch the barest glimpse of a thousand people climbing the tree trunk before you fall into a deep sleep, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=03/06/2019|vision=
The stars begin to howl, and beams of jagged light coalesce into spun glass, fragile and shimmering. You reach out and touch a single ray, and it explodes, fragmenting painlessly against you in a cool wind of melting energy that caresses your cheek and drips down your fingers. The moons begin to laugh, and you are filled with a sense of uncertainty -- your purpose and place unclear -- as the distant hours beckon, and the churned strands of Fate dance to forces beyond your understanding. They mock, or encourage, but the shoals stretch beyond your comprehension, and the stars begin to shift into new configurations. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/20/2019|vision=
You see a woman and a small child standing before a large chalkboard, each engrossed in their respective work. As they work, you notice that with each completed figure or symbol the child draws, something subtly shifts in the woman's work, though she does not seem to notice the manipulations. As the two projects continue, you begin to notice discrepancies compounding on errors in the woman's calculations. Her designs and formulae begin to spiral into nonsense, though she continues meticulously adding to each equation, seemingly unaware of the building deviations. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You peek around a massive chunk of marble, your eyes following the line of a long chain embedded in the chunk, snaking across the churned, bloodied, gore-speckled dirt, and winding around the neck of an enormous albino lion. The lion is panting, steam rising from its maw. At its feet lie the twisted remains of shattered glass and rapidly rusting steel. The lion is wounded, one eye swollen shut, a chunk of an ear missing. A long, ragged flap of skin hangs from its hip, dripping brilliant ruby-red blood that vanishes when it touches the ground. The lion looks at you and snarls in pain, showing pearly white teeth and fangs as long as your hand, though you sense no danger or threat from the beast. Suddenly, tensing and casting its one-eyed gaze to the side, the lion is knocked from its feet as a hissing mass of bramble and ice and smoke barrel into its flank, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A man sits before a large pottery wheel, which seems to be spinning rapidly, gaining in speed. A finished project sits atop the wheel, and as the wheel continues accelerating, the project begins to wobble and fall apart. The man looks worried, and presses a thick soled boot against the wheel, but the wheel continues spinning. The man leans his weight down, but the wheel does not slow. As the smell of burning leather fills the room, the man steps back with a start, his eyes widening in concern, and the project destabilizes entirely, flinging wet clay around the workshop. The wheel continues spinning faster and faster, and your vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a plain white room. Perfectly centered is a blue woven carpet, with a richly polished stone table holding a tall octagonal crystal fish tank. The tank is magnificent, with splashes of bright red- and green-striped fish darting around delicately waving plants. Moss covered driftwood shelters a host of tiny, almost translucent shrimp, which fastidiously forage for food in the gravel bottom. As you peer closer into the tank, you hear a sound behind you, and when you turn, the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
An engineer fiddles with a mechanical contraption, gently adjusting a gasket until the seal is satisfactory. She nods, and depresses a face of the device, and a series of clicks and pops can be heard as the machine slowly ramps up to a steady hum. The woman goes wide-eyed with joy, and gathering the softly humming device in her arms, she rushes out of her workshop -- directly into the waiting blade of a shadowy figure. Her eyes flash with rage as he covers her mouth to muffle a scream, and he eases her to the ground as she dies. Noticing the still humming device, the man casually crushes it beneath his boot. Your vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. Scrubbed stone and brightly burning lanterns illuminate a clean laboratory. A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench, and with the utmost of care and precision, pins a dead beetle to a sheet of cork. Carefully manipulating the creature's limbs and wings, mandibles and antennae, the man studies the beetle a moment. As the man takes copious notes in a large leather bound journal, you notice at the top of the page the phrase "Preventing Destruction" and accurate anatomical drawings of an dissected human female. Along with a tight script, you can make out splayed beetles, fat larvae, and devoured husks of corn. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You sense an elemental maelstrom, six symbolic forms spiraling together. The maelstrom appears to churn the Web of Fate as it flows along, though you are unable to glean more without a closer look.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
You find yourself in a stone prison, looking out through a narrow stone window -- breathtakingly high in the air -- with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Before you, shackled to the wall, lies the decaying corpse of an Elothean woman, a thin, angry red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. As you consider her remains, a small bird flies into the cell and pecks at the woman's hand, freeing a platinum coin. With a faint clink, the coin rolls across the room, and stops at the cell door. Following its trajectory, you see a tall man gazing through a small porthole in the door. He frowns, and slides the porthole shut. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a wide but still river, the waters entirely covered by a blanket of protea blossoms emitting a heady fragrance. The stars cast a baleful, radiant glow on the flowers, which open widely, their petals drinking in the starlight. Suddenly, a large snake-like creature flings itself from the waters, protea blossoms clinging to its flank as it arcs through the air. Majestic and unlike anything you've ever seen, the creature bears long catfish-like whiskers and jagged antlers that appear to be made of nothing more than distorted space. Iridescent scales reflect the strange light, glittering madly, and a howl escapes from an open maw lined with crystalline fangs. The creature hangs in the air a moment, defying gravity, and shatters into dust, a scattering of protea blossoms raining back down to the river. The fragrance intensifies, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
A Dwarven man leans against a stack of lumber, watching the final moments of the setting sun. As the last rays stain the landscape crimson, the air begins to cool, and the shadows lengthen. The man picks up his axe and turns to the stack of lumber. Rolling his shoulders and flexing his hands, he sweeps the axe back in a smooth arc. As he slams the axe into one of the logs, a geyser of blood sprays across his face and chest, and for the briefest of moments, the stack of lumber resembles a stack of corpses. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=02/04/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and you find yourself standing before a wall of silver liquid, which flows sluggishly like streaming teardrops. The liquid gives off a faint luminescence, and strange shapes manifest in the mirrored liquid briefly, only to flatten out moments later. Your reflection, and that of your surroundings, gently undulates with the flow, though, something about your appearance seems... off, and you take a step forward inquisitively. Suddenly, superimposed over your reflection, a pair of piercing green eyes open, and you hear a malicious peal of feminine laughter behind you! Whirling around, you catch a glimpse of a triple-tined claw reaching for your right eye, and suddenly the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything goes black, and an oppressive weight begins to press against you from all sides. Against the inky nothingness, you make out a series of creeping capillary-like tendrils worming towards you, wrapping around your ankles and writhing up your legs. The tendrils reach your knees, and high above, a piercing pair of massive green eyes open and gaze upon you. You hear a woman's malicious laughter in the distance, horribly echoing around and through you. With a lurch, you manage to tear one of your feet free of the creeping tendrils, and suddenly the vision fades.
|sub=Maelshyve|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You find yourself looking out a narrow stone window, breathtakingly high in the air, with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Turning around, you see the mutilated corpse of an Elothean woman shackled to the far wall, a thin bright red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. A tall man dressed in fine robes stands by the open cell door holding an empty bowl and a jug of water. He gazes upon the body of the woman impassively for a moment, then turns to leave the cell. Beyond the jailer, you see a hallway that -- given the dimensions of the tower -- seems to stretch incongruously long. Countless cell doors line the hallway. You briefly hear someone scream in the distance, and the jailer slams the cell door shut, locking you in with the dead woman. The vision fades..
|sub=Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a mighty river. The stars seem to resonate in place, reflecting angry, radiant light along the ripples and whorls of the rushing waters. Downriver, a horde of perfectly white protea blossoms slowly bobbles against the current, working their slow way upstream. The river courses defiantly, surging erratically, but the blossoms continue undeterred. After some time, the blossoms have blanketed the river, and the water quiets, as if subdued. A heady fragrance begins to fill your nose, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
An endless library stretches before you, with shelving twice the height of a Gor'Tog stretching as far as you can see. Soft gaethzen lamps illuminate the room, and bright sunlight streams in through wide stained glass windows. A wizened librarian walks down an aisle, past two students sitting at a bench, studying from large tomes. One of them coughs, eliciting a loud shush from the other. They both glare at one another a moment, then go back to their studies. The librarian smiles softly, and continues walking down the aisle.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A large wheel rests next to a sturdy bench, and a kiln glows with heat. A man sits at the bench, and leaning over the wheel, manipulates something you cannot see and mutters words you cannot hear. With a smooth start, the wheel begins to turn of its own volition, and slowly gains in speed. Nodding, the man grabs a handful of clay and after working it in his hands a bit, slaps it down on the wheel and expertly begins to shape it into a beautiful piece of art. The wheel spins quickly, and the man's skill is evident in the gentle curves and elegant form that take shape under his hands. Finalizing the project, he presses a heavily booted foot against the corner of the wheel to slow it down. Oddly, the wheel simply continues spinning, still gaining in speed. The man looks down at the wheel with a mix of confusion and worry, and your vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. A large gathering of guards, merchants, and customers appear to be arguing, with no clear divisions between the groups. At the center of the crowd stands a guard holding a bloodied and battered child by the collar. The child's nose is broken and his front tooth snapped in half. Gruesomely, his left arm ends in a bloody stump just below the elbow. Blood loss has left the child pale, his tear-streaked face a mask of pain. However, he glares defiantly upward at the guard constraining him. The chaos intensifies, as everyone shouts in both condemnation and defense of the actions of both the child and the guard, and you notice the child slipping his remaining hand around the hilt of his distracted captor's dagger. The din grows, the child tightens his grip, and your vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a stack of lumber drying in the setting sun, thick grass and idyllic hills spreading out to the horizon. A Dwarven man leans against the stack, eating a simple meal and watching the sun set. A warm breeze plays across the scene, stirring the grass, and the man smiles slightly as he closes his eyes and inhales deeply. A single hawk circles far above, floating effortlessly against the bright sky. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear the snarling of something made of glass and steel and violations, and in a panic you begin to run. Your lungs burst with the effort, and your legs feel leaden as your every step fails to add any distance between you and the thing behind you. As you feel yourself slowing, and the hot acrid breath of the thing begins to fill your nostrils, you suddenly fall and tumble. Dazed, you look up from the soft dirt, and find yourself next to a massive chunk of marble. A chain extends from the marble, snaking across the ground around the neck of a massive albino lion. The lion gives an ear-splittingly loud roar, and leaps at you, massive claws extending, as it soars over your shoulder and collides savagely with the thing. You cower behind the marble, listening to the sounds of battle, and after a while, the lion roars in victory -- and in pain. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. A tall man walks over to one of the jars, and carefully removes the corpse of a beetle. The man gently turns the beetle over in his hands, and you notice a faint line marring the abdominal portion of the beetle's carapace. Placing the beetle's corpse on the table, the man reaches for a stoppered vial, but hesitates. He leaves the vial, places the beetle back in the jar, and replaces the jar on the shelf. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=01/05/2019|vision=
You hear a squeal of laughter and see a small child running down a richly carpeted hallway, awkward but full of joy. Turning abruptly and pulling a heavy door open, the child tries to sneak into a work room, where a woman is scratching symbols onto a chalkboard. The woman pauses in her work, tilts her head mischievously at the child, and with a wink invites him over. The boy rushes to her side, and careful to not disturb her work, begins drawing his own childish pictures and symbols in one of the corners of the blackboard. The woman smiles as she watches him play, and does not seem to notice that with every addition to his own project, something shifts slightly in hers. After a moment, she refocuses on her own work, and the sounds of chalk scratching against board fade.
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