Moon Mage vision list 2020 - Revision history

SARAGOS at 23:55, 16 August 2023

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	Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you see a tall figure deftly pleating a sheet of crackling energy. Rotating the project, the figure begins to sketch a series of geometric symbols on the sheet, and as each symbol is completed, the sheet bends sharply, ends merging, portions splitting, unfurling and re-knotting. The work continues for some time, and a bizarre form takes shape, a strange contraption with sharp points and sliding, twisting, and interlocking components, pulsating electricity coursing in tight circles around each section. The figure considers the work, scrutinizes its movements, and with a sigh, crushes it in a shower of sparks and discharging energy. After a moment, the figure draws another sheet of crackling energy, and begins to work. The vision fades.		Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you see a tall figure deftly pleating a sheet of crackling energy. Rotating the project, the figure begins to sketch a series of geometric symbols on the sheet, and as each symbol is completed, the sheet bends sharply, ends merging, portions splitting, unfurling and re-knotting. The work continues for some time, and a bizarre form takes shape, a strange contraption with sharp points and sliding, twisting, and interlocking components, pulsating electricity coursing in tight circles around each section. The figure considers the work, scrutinizes its movements, and with a sigh, crushes it in a shower of sparks and discharging energy. After a moment, the figure draws another sheet of crackling energy, and begins to work. The vision fades.
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	Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and massive bolts of lightning crackle ceaselessly nearby. A tall figure obscured in conflicting light labors at a forge made of silvery-white oravir. The forge glows a lurid green, and the figure reaches in with his bare hands and extracts a bolus of seething energy that sheds droplets and shafts of light. Held between cupped palms, the bolus begins to float and distort, compressing in on itself into a tight disc. The figure deftly curves and twists the form, and with a snap of outflung hands, he suddenly stretches it into a wide sheet. Rotating his arms in a wide circle, the sheet begins to spin, spiraling energy pinwheeling ever faster. The figure rears backwards and punches through the center of the sheet, eliciting a deafening explosion of noise as the sheet flares with brilliance, and the vision fades.		Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and massive bolts of lightning crackle ceaselessly nearby. A tall figure obscured in conflicting light labors at a forge made of silvery-white oravir. The forge glows a lurid green, and the figure reaches in with his bare hands and extracts a bolus of seething energy that sheds droplets and shafts of light. Held between cupped palms, the bolus begins to float and distort, compressing in on itself into a tight disc. The figure deftly curves and twists the form, and with a snap of outflung hands, he suddenly stretches it into a wide sheet. Rotating his arms in a wide circle, the sheet begins to spin, spiraling energy pinwheeling ever faster. The figure rears backwards and punches through the center of the sheet, eliciting a deafening explosion of noise as the sheet flares with brilliance, and the vision fades.
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	After a moment of blinking away the sensory overload, you realize you are standing next to a tall figure obscured in the conflicting light of this place, their head held high as they peer into the distance. The figure gives a slight "tut" as they shake their head, and with a series of swift motions, begins weaving sparking runes into the air before them. The vision fades.		After a moment of blinking away the sensory overload, you realize you are standing next to a tall figure obscured in the conflicting light of this place, their head held high as they peer into the distance. The figure gives a slight "tut" as they shake their head, and with a series of swift motions, begins weaving sparking runes into the air before them. The vision fades.
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TK-421 at 06:10, 22 April 2021

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			{{MoonMageVisions\|2020}}
	This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types\|event prediction]] ability experienced in 2020.		This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types\|event prediction]] ability experienced in 2020.

TK-421 at 15:49, 21 April 2021

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	Her five gleaming yellow eyes narrow and stare directly at you, and she begins to smile. The vision fades.		Her five gleaming yellow eyes narrow and stare directly at you, and she begins to smile. The vision fades.
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TK-421: /* 2020 */

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	The scholar takes a breath, and continues down the hallway. The vision fades.		The scholar takes a breath, and continues down the hallway. The vision fades.
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	Wincing, he rises to his feet and begins to clean the altar, humming softly to himself. When finished, he looks at his knife a long moment, and shakes his head in disgust. He turns to leave, and you notice a glassy pond outside the chapel, reflecting the sun. The scholar closes the door behind him, and the vision fades.		Wincing, he rises to his feet and begins to clean the altar, humming softly to himself. When finished, he looks at his knife a long moment, and shakes his head in disgust. He turns to leave, and you notice a glassy pond outside the chapel, reflecting the sun. The scholar closes the door behind him, and the vision fades.
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	{{Visions\|date=04/27/2020\|vision=		{{Visions\|date=04/27/2020\|vision=
	You see a disfigured scholar standing before the gates of Riverhaven, looking with his one remaining eye to the east. He raises a blackened, withered fist to the heavens and offers a silent prayer, seeming to grow in strength and resolve. Cupping his palm slightly, an orange light flickers around his head and begins to follow him. A large wasp lands on his shoulder and begins grooming itself. The scholar pauses and allows the insect to crawl onto his palm. He watches the wasp scurrying over his hand and after a moment, slowly crushes it. The wasp offers no resistance and seems to sigh in relief as it dies, and orange light flares with brilliance. The scholar marches into the swamp, and the vision fades.		You see a disfigured scholar standing before the gates of Riverhaven, looking with his one remaining eye to the east. He raises a blackened, withered fist to the heavens and offers a silent prayer, seeming to grow in strength and resolve. Cupping his palm slightly, an orange light flickers around his head and begins to follow him. A large wasp lands on his shoulder and begins grooming itself. The scholar pauses and allows the insect to crawl onto his palm. He watches the wasp scurrying over his hand and after a moment, slowly crushes it. The wasp offers no resistance and seems to sigh in relief as it dies, and orange light flares with brilliance. The scholar marches into the swamp, and the vision fades.
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	{{Visions\|date=01/23/2020\|vision=		{{Visions\|date=01/23/2020\|vision=
	You see a disfigured scholar kneeling before an altar, the chapel dark save for a single torch providing flickering light. The scholar's features are a mess of scars, a triple line raked across his brow and cheek, and a simple linen patch covers one eye. His right hand is locked in a tight fist, gray skinned and streaked with black veins. The scholar prays fervently, prostrating himself before the altar as he beseeches the Immortals for forgiveness. The altar shifts imperceptibly, and the scholar gasps. He draws a simple knife from his belt, and without hesitation, places it on the altar. The pupil of his remaining eye dilates and he looks around in wonder, and the vision fades.		You see a disfigured scholar kneeling before an altar, the chapel dark save for a single torch providing flickering light. The scholar's features are a mess of scars, a triple line raked across his brow and cheek, and a simple linen patch covers one eye. His right hand is locked in a tight fist, gray skinned and streaked with black veins. The scholar prays fervently, prostrating himself before the altar as he beseeches the Immortals for forgiveness. The altar shifts imperceptibly, and the scholar gasps. He draws a simple knife from his belt, and without hesitation, places it on the altar. The pupil of his remaining eye dilates and he looks around in wonder, and the vision fades.
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LENAEA: /* 2020 */

2020-12-18T19:14:17Z

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	Its face contorting in fury, the warrior throws the blade into the distance, a spinning circle of dark metal that vanishes into the forest. Falling to its knees, the alfar begins to weep, copious tears falling between calloused fingers and dripping along scarred wrists. The blood-red sunlight incarnadines the warrior, and it unties a faded strip of blue cloth tied to its bicep. The vision fades.		Its face contorting in fury, the warrior throws the blade into the distance, a spinning circle of dark metal that vanishes into the forest. Falling to its knees, the alfar begins to weep, copious tears falling between calloused fingers and dripping along scarred wrists. The blood-red sunlight incarnadines the warrior, and it unties a faded strip of blue cloth tied to its bicep. The vision fades.
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	The scholar takes a breath, and continues down the hallway. The vision fades.		The scholar takes a breath, and continues down the hallway. The vision fades.
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 You find yourself in a dark room, a circle of robed figures each crouching before an unlit candle.  At the center of the circle, a young child is seated cross-legged, his thin body pale against the cold.  The figures begin to chant, and the child stretches taut -- arms wide, palms down -- and bows his head.  His body ripples with tension, and the room begins to shake, the floor crackling and splitting.  He brings his arms across his body, gripping his wrists, nails digging into his flesh.  One by one, each candle flares with brilliance.

LENAEA: /* 2020 */

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	A father roams a small home, playfully searching for his child. He opens cabinets and closets and peeks under beds and behind curtains, but he cannot find the hiding child. After some time, the man frowns and walks to the child's room, concern creeping into his voice as he calls out. With a start, he notices the far wall has been painted with a door, and the door is slightly ajar. Tilting his head in curiosity, the man examines the painting, and details seem to take shape before his scrutiny. A brass handle slightly burnishes, the wood grain darkens, and a soft light pours through the doors edges.		A father roams a small home, playfully searching for his child. He opens cabinets and closets and peeks under beds and behind curtains, but he cannot find the hiding child. After some time, the man frowns and walks to the child's room, concern creeping into his voice as he calls out. With a start, he notices the far wall has been painted with a door, and the door is slightly ajar. Tilting his head in curiosity, the man examines the painting, and details seem to take shape before his scrutiny. A brass handle slightly burnishes, the wood grain darkens, and a soft light pours through the doors edges.

			The man reaches for the painted door and pushes it open, stepping into the light. The door silently closes behind him, and all is still as the vision fades.
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LENAEA: /* 2020 */

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	==2020==		==2020==
			{{Visions\|date=11/18/2020\|vision=
			You find yourself in a dark room, a circle of robed figures each crouching before an unlit candle. At the center of the circle, a young child is seated cross-legged, his thin body pale against the cold. The figures begin to chant, and the child stretches taut -- arms wide, palms down -- and bows his head. His body ripples with tension, and the room begins to shake, the floor crackling and splitting. He brings his arms across his body, gripping his wrists, nails digging into his flesh. One by one, each candle flares with brilliance.

			The boy takes a deep breath. His eyes snap open, revealing pitch black sclera, and arcing his head back, he roars in fury. The vision fades.
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	{{Visions\|date=11/18/2020\|vision=		{{Visions\|date=11/18/2020\|vision=
	Two women stand in a wide open field, their sapphire blue linen robes billowing in the whipping winds as a wild storm builds in the distance, crackling ominously. A massive bolt of lightning rends the sky, spooking a herd of horses along the steppe, a cloud of dust billowing in their wake. As the horses approach, the women raise their hands before them, and with a slow exhalation, lower their hands back to their sides. The stampeding horses slow to a gentle walk, calm and docile.<br>		Two women stand in a wide open field, their sapphire blue linen robes billowing in the whipping winds as a wild storm builds in the distance, crackling ominously. A massive bolt of lightning rends the sky, spooking a herd of horses along the steppe, a cloud of dust billowing in their wake. As the horses approach, the women raise their hands before them, and with a slow exhalation, lower their hands back to their sides. The stampeding horses slow to a gentle walk, calm and docile.<br>

LENAEA: /* 2020 */

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	Two women stand in a wide open field, their sapphire blue linen robes billowing in the whipping winds as a wild storm builds in the distance, crackling ominously. A massive bolt of lightning rends the sky, spooking a herd of horses along the steppe, a cloud of dust billowing in their wake. As the horses approach, the women raise their hands before them, and with a slow exhalation, lower their hands back to their sides. The stampeding horses slow to a gentle walk, calm and docile.<br>		Two women stand in a wide open field, their sapphire blue linen robes billowing in the whipping winds as a wild storm builds in the distance, crackling ominously. A massive bolt of lightning rends the sky, spooking a herd of horses along the steppe, a cloud of dust billowing in their wake. As the horses approach, the women raise their hands before them, and with a slow exhalation, lower their hands back to their sides. The stampeding horses slow to a gentle walk, calm and docile.<br>
		⚫	One woman looks to the other and remarks, "It could have been that easy for her as well."<br>
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		⚫	The other nods, and replies, "She had her reasons. You can't stop your best -- they find their own trouble."<br>
⚫	One woman looks to the other and remarks, "It could have been that easy for her as well."
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⚫	The other nods, and replies, "She had her reasons. You can't stop your best -- they find their own trouble."
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	The horses walk around the women, unperturbed, and the vision fades.		The horses walk around the women, unperturbed, and the vision fades.

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 A frozen scene stretches before you: an expansive throne room, a shocked and furious assemblage, a furious king with a crown of stars pointing at a woman kneeling before a lute, and a wren caught in mid-flight in the open window.  You walk around the room a moment, taking in the details: the king's scarred face and burnt hand, the crowd's robes embroidered with stars and the phases of the moons, andthe lute engraved with swirling galaxies.  Slowly, the figures begin to move.  The wren chirrups curiously, and the woman clenches her jaw, flinching against the condemnation.  Spittle flies from the king's mouth as he punctuates his tirade against the woman, each word bringing him one step closer.  Standing before her, the king raises a foot and stomps on the lute, shattering it in a ruin of splinters and jangling strings.  The wren flits away, and the woman slowly looks up, her eyes cold, and the vision fades.