Moon Mage vision list 2024 - Revision history

CRYPTODYNAMIC at 01:48, 13 December 2024

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 You find yourself sitting atop a tall tower in the midst of a sprawling mountain range, the cold, thin air whipping around you.  The stars burn overhead, bright and clear, barely wavering.  You hug yourself against the chill, and with a start realize you are not alone.  Standing beside you, despite the harsh environment, a woman wrapped in a flowing cloak smoothly lights a cigarillo, the flick of her lighter and subsequent red glow of tobacco briefly illuminating the cataracts of her eyes.  She inhales deeply, and without turning to you, simply points up with the lit cigarillo.

WOODSHAWK at 02:27, 8 September 2024

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	You focus inwardly searching for insight into your future.
	You find yourself sitting atop a tall tower in the midst of a sprawling mountain range, the cold, thin air whipping around you. The stars burn overhead, bright and clear, barely wavering. You hug yourself against the chill, and with a start realize you are not alone. Standing beside you, despite the harsh environment, a woman wrapped in a flowing cloak smoothly lights a cigarillo, the flick of her lighter and subsequent red glow of tobacco briefly illuminating the cataracts of her eyes. She inhales deeply, and without turning to you, simply points up with the lit cigarillo.		You find yourself sitting atop a tall tower in the midst of a sprawling mountain range, the cold, thin air whipping around you. The stars burn overhead, bright and clear, barely wavering. You hug yourself against the chill, and with a start realize you are not alone. Standing beside you, despite the harsh environment, a woman wrapped in a flowing cloak smoothly lights a cigarillo, the flick of her lighter and subsequent red glow of tobacco briefly illuminating the cataracts of her eyes. She inhales deeply, and without turning to you, simply points up with the lit cigarillo.
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 You see a chemist working over a bench, twisting tubes of clear glass and nudging several glowing liquids in hot sand baths, ensuring an even boil.  Isolating several distillates, the chemist carefully mixes them together in several combinations and pours them into exposed tubes in various odd approaches -- under hissing yellow gas, passing through crackling electricity, dripped along onto thinly sliced sections of pulpy wood, pressed into crystal dust -- and seals them.  Placing the tubes on a rack, the chemist observes them for a moment, and is about to get back to work when an odd sound echoes in the distance.  The chemist gets up and leaves the laboratory.

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			{{Visions\|date=9/7/2024\|vision=
			You see a chemist working over a bench, twisting tubes of clear glass and nudging several glowing liquids in hot sand baths, ensuring an even boil. Isolating several distillates, the chemist carefully mixes them together in several combinations and pours them into exposed tubes in various odd approaches -- under hissing yellow gas, passing through crackling electricity, dripped along onto thinly sliced sections of pulpy wood, pressed into crystal dust -- and seals them. Placing the tubes on a rack, the chemist observes them for a moment, and is about to get back to work when an odd sound echoes in the distance. The chemist gets up and leaves the laboratory.
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			A solution begins to boil, its pure distillate dripping along several condensers onto the granite table. The pure liquid pools, and begins to glow with a brilliant intensity before exploding violently. The vision fades.
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	{{Visions\|date=9/7/2024\|vision=		{{Visions\|date=9/7/2024\|vision=
	Everything goes blood red, and unbridled rage billows up your throat in a furious scream. You pummel the face before you, punch after meaty punch landing with satisfying thuds, and you feel bones breaking under your fists, grinding into the hardpacked ground as you continue to drive your fists down, down. Something wraps around your neck and shoulders, pulling you back, and you continue to scream, continue to push forward.		Everything goes blood red, and unbridled rage billows up your throat in a furious scream. You pummel the face before you, punch after meaty punch landing with satisfying thuds, and you feel bones breaking under your fists, grinding into the hardpacked ground as you continue to drive your fists down, down. Something wraps around your neck and shoulders, pulling you back, and you continue to scream, continue to push forward.

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			Everything goes blood red, and unbridled rage billows up your throat in a furious scream. You pummel the face before you, punch after meaty punch landing with satisfying thuds, and you feel bones breaking under your fists, grinding into the hardpacked ground as you continue to drive your fists down, down. Something wraps around your neck and shoulders, pulling you back, and you continue to scream, continue to push forward.
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			After an eternity, your heart slows a bit, and you take stock of the situation. A man lies in the mud, his head missing, and in its place nothing but a smear of bloody brains and splintered bone. Your fists are a mess of torn flesh and broken fingers, and you begin to shake uncontrollably. The crowd looks at you in abject horror, and the vision fades.
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	{{Visions\|date=9/7/2024\|vision=		{{Visions\|date=9/7/2024\|vision=
	A tall potted plant sits in the middle of a wide field, a thick mat of vines spilling over its ceramic edge. The vines writhe and stretch, expanding across the field, and after a while have created a thick blanket of choking foliage. A field mouse squeaks in agony and is cut short with a faint squelch. A bird swoops low and is snatched from the sky by a quick as lightning whipping tendril, leaving behind nothing more than a tail feather drifting in the wind. The sun continues along a cloudless sky, and the vision fades.		A tall potted plant sits in the middle of a wide field, a thick mat of vines spilling over its ceramic edge. The vines writhe and stretch, expanding across the field, and after a while have created a thick blanket of choking foliage. A field mouse squeaks in agony and is cut short with a faint squelch. A bird swoops low and is snatched from the sky by a quick as lightning whipping tendril, leaving behind nothing more than a tail feather drifting in the wind. The sun continues along a cloudless sky, and the vision fades.

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	A tall potted plant sits in the middle of a wide field, a thick mat of vines spilling over its ceramic edge. The vines writhe and stretch, expanding across the field, and after a while have created a thick blanket of choking foliage. A field mouse squeaks in agony and is cut short with a faint squelch. A bird swoops low and is snatched from the sky by a quick as lightning whipping tendril, leaving behind nothing more than a tail feather drifting in the wind. The sun continues along a cloudless sky, and the vision fades.		A tall potted plant sits in the middle of a wide field, a thick mat of vines spilling over its ceramic edge. The vines writhe and stretch, expanding across the field, and after a while have created a thick blanket of choking foliage. A field mouse squeaks in agony and is cut short with a faint squelch. A bird swoops low and is snatched from the sky by a quick as lightning whipping tendril, leaving behind nothing more than a tail feather drifting in the wind. The sun continues along a cloudless sky, and the vision fades.
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			{{Visions\|date=9/7/2024\|vision=
			A man feeds a short stove with a log, and using a pair of tongs, pushes at something inside a minute, and then steps back and closes the door. Stretching his shoulders, he sits and waits. Rain patters against the walls of his cabin, the midday sun casting rainbows. The man whittles a knob of wood, carving a rough sphere. Standing, he picks up the tongs and opens the stove door, and reaching in, pulls out a glowing star. He turns the star, examining it from every angle, and taps it with a knuckle, listening to the hiss and crackle as it cools.
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			Stepping out into the clear night, he lifts the star into the sky and places it amidst several others. The constellations shift gently, but the man does not stay to watch them settle. The vision fades.
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			{{Visions\|date=9/7/2024\|vision=
			A tall potted plant sits in the middle of a wide field, a thick mat of vines spilling over its ceramic edge. The vines writhe and stretch, expanding across the field, and after a while have created a thick blanket of choking foliage. A field mouse squeaks in agony and is cut short with a faint squelch. A bird swoops low and is snatched from the sky by a quick as lightning whipping tendril, leaving behind nothing more than a tail feather drifting in the wind. The sun continues along a cloudless sky, and the vision fades.
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	{{Visions\|date=6/26/2024\|vision=		{{Visions\|date=6/26/2024\|vision=
	Everything wavers, and you feel wildly disoriented. You find yourself looking down an endless hallway filled with featureless doors. One of the doors opens, and an old woman emerges, closing the door behind her. She turns to you, and waves a hand in irritation, and calls out in a firm but reasoned tone, "Alright, enough, you've pushed your luck enough! Go, before they take note!" She opens the door to step through, and you catch a glimpse of kaleidoscopic lights, swirling galaxies, and find your mind pulled forward. The door shuts, and locks, and the vision fades.		Everything wavers, and you feel wildly disoriented. You find yourself looking down an endless hallway filled with featureless doors. One of the doors opens, and an old woman emerges, closing the door behind her. She turns to you, and waves a hand in irritation, and calls out in a firm but reasoned tone, "Alright, enough, you've pushed your luck enough! Go, before they take note!" She opens the door to step through, and you catch a glimpse of kaleidoscopic lights, swirling galaxies, and find your mind pulled forward. The door shuts, and locks, and the vision fades.

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 Diffuse gas floats in sinuous loops, twisting and billowing against the gentle but persistent force of a string of stars.  Softly illuminated, the whorls ebb and flow along curious field lines, splitting along vertices.  As the gas winds and spirals, it reveals the dimensions of an otherwise unseen geometric array, slightly undulating and buckling outward.  A large bulge squirms within the structure, recoiling as it approaches the perimeter, and the stars sing and flicker.  The vision fades.

CRYPTODYNAMIC at 14:39, 13 June 2024

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 {{Visions|date=5/10/2024|vision=
 Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and you see a wrecked armada locked in frigid waters, frozen in place as smoke-winged creatures tear the sky with crystal fire.  A massive figure clad in golden plate stands next to the helm of a galleon and hefts a spear.  The spear flares with blinding light, and the figure roars, heaving the spear into the sky.  It streaks into the dark clouds, disappearing, and all is quiet.

CRYPTODYNAMIC at 00:47, 11 May 2024

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 {{Visions|date=4/12/2024|vision=
 The scent of cut pine pervades a tidy but well-used workshop.  A carpenter stands at a workbench and takes several precise measurements, sketching a complex interlay of marks along several planed boards.  After carefully carving and scraping, sawing and sanding, filing and inspecting, an odd pile of notched and shaped wood is neatly stacked.  Satisfied with his work, the carpenter begins to meticulously slot each piece together.  The vision fades.