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	You see a pale-faced woman holding a sword in her hand and watching from a hill as a city is buried beneath volcanic lava and ash.

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	You see a grayed skull, its jaw open. It seems to speak, saying:

	"I am neither Man nor Woman, Child nor Elder can I ever be.
	All Life must bow before My power,
	Even you will come to Me.
	In My hands your soul shall rest,
	Fluttering like the bird that is caged.
	Till into My embrace you do succumb
	And in Death, eternally assuaged."

	----

	You see a peaceful village filled with Halflings, each seemingly dedicated to the profession of the Empath. From nowhere, a rising tide of molten lava sweeps down over the village, completely obliterating its denizens. The final, terrified wail of the villagers is all but drowned out by the sound of insane laughter.

	----

	You see a young Elf, her eyes shut and a flute at her lips as she plays a lively tune.

	----

	You see an endless ocean, filled with hundreds of beautiful fish, a myriad dance of jewel-like, tropical colors. A dark shadow falls over them, and they scatter, fleeing desperately for safety, scattering their colors over the ocean.

	----

	You see a cleric standing upon a tall hill, a flood of faenrae reavers and ice wolves running past him, tears streaming down his face.

	----

	You see a mighty warship upon the ocean, its stout prow cutting the sea and sending multitudes of brilliantly colored fish scattering.

	----

	You sense a restless spirit reach across the spaces of your mind's memory, searching, seeking, disturbed, determined. The starving visage of a man tearing his way through ice crystallizes before the vision of a dragon's sweeping wing blocks the face from your view.

	----

	You see a beautiful child playing in a field of tall, swaying grasses, his parents watching from a distance, smiles on their faces.

	----

	You see an elderly Human watching sadly from a porch as a group of young Elven children run past him.

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	You hear the clatter of hooves upon a cobbled street, and somewhere the sounding of a horn. A voice whispers, "To battle, Mother," and then the thundering sound of hooves fades into the distance.

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Holy Bath Visions

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	== Holy Bath Visions ==




	You see a pale-faced woman holding a sword in her hand and watching from a hill as a city is buried beneath volcanic lava and ash.		You see a pale-faced woman holding a sword in her hand and watching from a hill as a city is buried beneath volcanic lava and ash.

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== Holy Bath Visions ==

You see a pale-faced woman holding a sword in her hand and watching from a hill as a city is buried beneath volcanic lava and ash.

----

You see a grayed skull, its jaw open. It seems to speak, saying:

"I am neither Man nor Woman, Child nor Elder can I ever be.
All Life must bow before My power,
Even you will come to Me.
In My hands your soul shall rest,
Fluttering like the bird that is caged.
Till into My embrace you do succumb
And in Death, eternally assuaged."

----

You see a peaceful village filled with Halflings, each seemingly dedicated to the profession of the Empath. From nowhere, a rising tide of molten lava sweeps down over the village, completely obliterating its denizens. The final, terrified wail of the villagers is all but drowned out by the sound of insane laughter.

----

You see a young Elf, her eyes shut and a flute at her lips as she plays a lively tune.

----

You see an endless ocean, filled with hundreds of beautiful fish, a myriad dance of jewel-like, tropical colors. A dark shadow falls over them, and they scatter, fleeing desperately for safety, scattering their colors over the ocean.

----

You see a cleric standing upon a tall hill, a flood of faenrae reavers and ice wolves running past him, tears streaming down his face.

----

You see a mighty warship upon the ocean, its stout prow cutting the sea and sending multitudes of brilliantly colored fish scattering.

----

You sense a restless spirit reach across the spaces of your mind's memory, searching, seeking, disturbed, determined. The starving visage of a man tearing his way through ice crystallizes before the vision of a dragon's sweeping wing blocks the face from your view.

----

You see a beautiful child playing in a field of tall, swaying grasses, his parents watching from a distance, smiles on their faces.

----

You see an elderly Human watching sadly from a porch as a group of young Elven children run past him.

----

You hear the clatter of hooves upon a cobbled street, and somewhere the sounding of a horn. A voice whispers, "To battle, Mother," and then the thundering sound of hooves fades into the distance.