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			You see Lyras, lying sprawled against a shiny black plane. The lower portion of her body is completely obscured by darkness, which seems to steadily grow, intent on covering her form.

			In front of Lyras stands a strange figure: a naked, ashen thing. Nominally naked, but the body has been too burnt and scarred for any gender to be obvious. It is surrounded by an aura of razor-edged darkness, black enough to stand against the scene's gloom, yet near its head it gives way to a crown of sunlight. Between the two forms, a knife sticks blade-first into the reflective ground. The knife's blade is a hole in the universe, yet it is limed with burning light.

			Lyras reaches desperately for the knife with broken, puffy fingers, but it remains a few inches out of reach. The ashen thing shakes its head and walks away.

			Lyras's form fades away, and there is nothing left.


			:'''DATE SEEN''': 3/14/2010
			:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Lyras]]

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	Your sight is robbed from you, plunging you into darkness. There is nothing around you, not even the weight and texture of shadows, yet nonetheless a sense of claustrophobia pries its way into your head.		Your sight is robbed from you, plunging you into darkness. There is nothing around you, not even the weight and texture of shadows, yet nonetheless a sense of claustrophobia pries its way into your head.

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	:'''DATE SEEN''':		:'''DATE SEEN''': 8/21/2009
	:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Lyras]], [[Cleric]]s, [[Empath]]s, [[Necromancer]]s		:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Lyras]], [[Cleric]]s, [[Empath]]s, [[Necromancer]]s

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			Your sight is robbed from you, plunging you into darkness. There is nothing around you, not even the weight and texture of shadows, yet nonetheless a sense of claustrophobia pries its way into your head.

			You move forward without gravity, though you encounter a fluid-like resistance to your movements. Far ahead of you, in the dark, there is a heartbeat. A strange heartbeat, shallow and irregular; more like the drum of a badly played song than anything living.

			The inhuman heart grows louder as time passes, until you find a woman floating in the void. She lies in a fetal position, clutching the folds of her purple robes. Her hair flows outward and behind her, as though buoyed up in water. As she comes ever closer, you can clearly see her face: middle-aged, yet with a profound softness as she sleeps.

			Then something breaks; a cracking sound and a blow struck against your back. Lyras's eyes snap open.


			:'''DATE SEEN''': 3/10/2010
			:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Lyras]]

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	Your vision blurs as hazy swirls of miasmatic fog overlay all you see, accompanied by distinct sensations of pain erupting from many areas of your body. As the vision deepens, the pain recedes and your vision is replaced by a bleak laboratory, scalpels and other cutting instruments arrayed neatly beside beakers of burbling liquids that pierce the colorless landscape with their vibrant hues. Though the feeling of pain lingers in the furthest regions of your brain, the look of the place exudes a strange comfort that your conscious mind immediately attempts to reject as false.		Your vision blurs as hazy swirls of miasmatic fog overlay all you see, accompanied by distinct sensations of pain erupting from many areas of your body. As the vision deepens, the pain recedes and your vision is replaced by a bleak laboratory, scalpels and other cutting instruments arrayed neatly beside beakers of burbling liquids that pierce the colorless landscape with their vibrant hues. Though the feeling of pain lingers in the furthest regions of your brain, the look of the place exudes a strange comfort that your conscious mind immediately attempts to reject as false.

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			A flickering in the corner of your eye causes you to turn towards the platinum gilded arch that wasn't there before. A well-dressed man bursts through, his face a visage of anger. He throws a stack of papers to the ground and raises his fist at the darkened arch before stomping from view. A cold wind swirls from behind you causing the entrance to dissipate into a fine dust that floats through the air before disappearing.

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	You find yourself lying on a marble slab. Though no chains bind your body, you find yourself completely unable to move. A large metal slab takes up most of the circular room, surrounded by sigils carved into the dark marble floor of what you realize is a tower. Marble obelisks rise at the four cardinal points, each one crackling with energy used for some unholy purpose.		You find yourself lying on a marble slab. Though no chains bind your body, you find yourself completely unable to move. A large metal slab takes up most of the circular room, surrounded by sigils carved into the dark marble floor of what you realize is a tower. Marble obelisks rise at the four cardinal points, each one crackling with energy used for some unholy purpose.

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	With that, the vision fades away.		With that, the vision fades away.

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			:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Xerasyth]], [[Khurek]], [[Old Man]]

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	The only figure you can focus on amidst the bright explosions and flying debris is a Human man with pale skin, red hair and a slender frame. Seemingly unhindered by the chaos at his feet, he bares his teeth in rage and walks toward the monstrous obelisk. Your vision is engulfed in white when an explosion cuts into the ground between your point of view and the Human, severing the vision.		The only figure you can focus on amidst the bright explosions and flying debris is a Human man with pale skin, red hair and a slender frame. Seemingly unhindered by the chaos at his feet, he bares his teeth in rage and walks toward the monstrous obelisk. Your vision is engulfed in white when an explosion cuts into the ground between your point of view and the Human, severing the vision.

			:'''DATE SEEN''':
			:'''SUBJECT''': [[Tangled Fate]] release, [[Pelag ai Aldam]]

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	As the Old Man vanishes from sight, the expression on Xerasyth's face slowly shifts from irritation to contemplation.		As the Old Man vanishes from sight, the expression on Xerasyth's face slowly shifts from irritation to contemplation.

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			:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Xerasyth]], [[Old Man]]

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	Zamidren speaks, his voice loud and oratorical, "We are victims of unintended consequence. Lyras and her childish demons have brought the Temple to a head. We are being picked off one by one for the audacity of knowing of the Alchemy of Flesh. It is not so far fetched to assume that this room holds the majority of us that are still left alive. If we continue to do nothing, the philosophy dies with us! But there is another way."		Zamidren speaks, his voice loud and oratorical, "We are victims of unintended consequence. Lyras and her childish demons have brought the Temple to a head. We are being picked off one by one for the audacity of knowing of the Alchemy of Flesh. It is not so far fetched to assume that this room holds the majority of us that are still left alive. If we continue to do nothing, the philosophy dies with us! But there is another way."


			:'''DATE SEEN''':
			:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Necromancer]]s, [[Zamidren]], [[Markat]]

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	Suddenly, the doll shrieks with a voice that you don't hear, but actually feel: a sound like ten thousand nails on a thousand chalkboards coursing through your very bones. The doll's mouth snaps open wide and it lunges for your face before disappearing, returning your sight to normal.		Suddenly, the doll shrieks with a voice that you don't hear, but actually feel: a sound like ten thousand nails on a thousand chalkboards coursing through your very bones. The doll's mouth snaps open wide and it lunges for your face before disappearing, returning your sight to normal.

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	A stabbing pain shoots across your chest, leaving you gasping for breath. Your vision flashes with a white glare, though nothing materializes. A sense of finality settles over you as the pain eases.		A stabbing pain shoots across your chest, leaving you gasping for breath. Your vision flashes with a white glare, though nothing materializes. A sense of finality settles over you as the pain eases.

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	For a brief moment you see the image of a revivified mutt peeking out from behind an ivory urn.		For a brief moment you see the image of a revivified mutt peeking out from behind an ivory urn.

			:'''DATE SEEN''':
			:'''SUBJECTS''': Undead invasion

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	The image of three pale stars plays in the back of your mind. The cold, painful light finally dims; whatever excitation they experienced now gone. All that is left is three grey stars, taking their rightful place in firmament.		The image of three pale stars plays in the back of your mind. The cold, painful light finally dims; whatever excitation they experienced now gone. All that is left is three grey stars, taking their rightful place in firmament.


			:'''DATE SEEN''':
			:'''SUBJECTS''': New [[Grazhir]] shard release, [[Pelag ai Aldam]], [[Nera]]

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	The sense of intensity only grows, soon gaining prophetic authority and subsuming your senses. Your vision locks onto the scene while the stars continue to swell, piercingly bright and bitterly cold. The vision holds until the scene has dissolved into all-engulfing, frozen whiteness, leaving you momentarily blinded by glare.		The sense of intensity only grows, soon gaining prophetic authority and subsuming your senses. Your vision locks onto the scene while the stars continue to swell, piercingly bright and bitterly cold. The vision holds until the scene has dissolved into all-engulfing, frozen whiteness, leaving you momentarily blinded by glare.


			:'''DATE SEEN''':
			:'''SUBJECTS''': New [[Grazhir]] shard release

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	The proto-wolf howls again, shaking the very earth Lyras stands on and causing your skull to buzz with sound and vibration. The visionary experience fades along with the sound, leaving you with a deep headache.		The proto-wolf howls again, shaking the very earth Lyras stands on and causing your skull to buzz with sound and vibration. The visionary experience fades along with the sound, leaving you with a deep headache.


			:'''DATE SEEN''':
			:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Lyras]], [[Old Man]], [[Vorclaf]]'s death, [[Meraud]]

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	You have a fleeting thought about the Crossing. Inexplicably, this causes the vessels behind your eyes to pulse painfully. The coppery smell of blood drifts into your nostrils, and the feeling of cold, naked metal caresses your hand.		You have a fleeting thought about the Crossing. Inexplicably, this causes the vessels behind your eyes to pulse painfully. The coppery smell of blood drifts into your nostrils, and the feeling of cold, naked metal caresses your hand.

			:'''DATE SEEN''':
			:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Necromantic symbols]] appearance

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	The third arrow, however, is not finished. Poison drips from the shaft and onto the ground, instantly blackening it. The corruption of the forest grows rapidly, turning the grass into dust and the trees into lifeless, hollow husks. Within moments, Lyras's broken body is the only thing to be seen in a vast, unnatural desert. Your vision fades as wind cries, diminished and profaned.		The third arrow, however, is not finished. Poison drips from the shaft and onto the ground, instantly blackening it. The corruption of the forest grows rapidly, turning the grass into dust and the trees into lifeless, hollow husks. Within moments, Lyras's broken body is the only thing to be seen in a vast, unnatural desert. Your vision fades as wind cries, diminished and profaned.


			:'''DATE SEEN''':
			:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Lyras]], [[Cleric]]s, [[Empath]]s, [[Necromancer]]s

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	Another Human emerges from the miasmatic haze at the edge of your vision. The expression on the newcomer's face is undeniably jovial, and his green eyes have a hint of mischievous sparkle, "I was just putting on the finishing touches, Mr. Book. Sorry to make you wait." The green-eyed man tosses a bit of something, red and gold in color, over his shoulder, discarding it as he follows the white-haired man out.		Another Human emerges from the miasmatic haze at the edge of your vision. The expression on the newcomer's face is undeniably jovial, and his green eyes have a hint of mischievous sparkle, "I was just putting on the finishing touches, Mr. Book. Sorry to make you wait." The green-eyed man tosses a bit of something, red and gold in color, over his shoulder, discarding it as he follows the white-haired man out.

			:'''DATE SEEN''': 1/16/2010
			:'''SUBJECTS''': [[Necromancer]]s, [[Zamidren]], [[Xerasyth]]

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			Your vision blurs as hazy swirls of miasmatic fog overlay all you see, accompanied by distinct sensations of pain erupting from many areas of your body. As the vision deepens, the pain recedes and your vision is replaced by a bleak laboratory, scalpels and other cutting instruments arrayed neatly beside beakers of burbling liquids that pierce the colorless landscape with their vibrant hues. Though the feeling of pain lingers in the furthest regions of your brain, the look of the place exudes a strange comfort that your conscious mind immediately attempts to reject as false.

			The deathly quiet is pierced by footsteps. A stout Human man with thinning white hair steps into view, peering around the laboratory intently. "Ah," he says finally, "There you are. Are you finished in here yet? There's a lot of work to do, and soon. She's not going to wait much longer." He looks expectantly towards a part of the cold, grey room that you cannot see.

			Another Human emerges from the miasmatic haze at the edge of your vision. The expression on the newcomer's face is undeniably jovial, and his green eyes have a hint of mischievous sparkle, "I was just putting on the finishing touches, Mr. Book. Sorry to make you wait." The green-eyed man tosses a bit of something, red and gold in color, over his shoulder, discarding it as he follows the white-haired man out.

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	You feel a jarring rush as your mind separates itself from the sensations of your body. You find yourself in a dust-shrouded chamber, containing obsidian pylons with deeply grooved spirals carved into their sides. A luminous red miasma hangs in the hair, partially obscuring three figures: a middle-aged Gor'Tog, a S'kra Mur of indeterminate age, and an elderly Human.		You feel a jarring rush as your mind separates itself from the sensations of your body. You find yourself in a dust-shrouded chamber, containing obsidian pylons with deeply grooved spirals carved into their sides. A luminous red miasma hangs in the hair, partially obscuring three figures: a middle-aged Gor'Tog, a S'kra Mur of indeterminate age, and an elderly Human.

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			You feel a jarring rush as your mind separates itself from the sensations of your body. You find yourself in a dust-shrouded chamber, containing obsidian pylons with deeply grooved spirals carved into their sides. A luminous red miasma hangs in the hair, partially obscuring three figures: a middle-aged Gor'Tog, a S'kra Mur of indeterminate age, and an elderly Human.

			The Old Man walks around the dungeon, though its Gor'tog keeper seems oblivious to his presence. He pokes a finger into one of the pylon's grooves, tracing it, "You know," he calls to the S'kra Mur, behind his shoulder, "it's funny, if you just turned this symbol upside down..." he trails off, musing.

			The Old Man turns around, regarding the other two figures. The Gor'tog continues to not register any presence, though the S'kra Mur's eyes track him. "There's two ways we can do this. First, I don't suppose you'd like to take the opportunity to beseech the Immortals for mercy and accept their luminious glory into your soul?"

			The S'kra Mur spits on the ground.

			The Old Man shrugs. He steps toward the metal shard and critically examines it. After a long moment, a thin smile escapes his lips, "The most dire truth of them all, stuff you won't find on any book in Zamidren's shelves, is that we live in a world where our actions have consequences. Something to think about."

			With that, the vision fades away.

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	Glare spots appear in your eyes, accompanying the sense that something is in motion in the heavens.		Glare spots appear in your eyes, accompanying the sense that something is in motion in the heavens.

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			Glare spots appear in your eyes, accompanying the sense that something is in motion in the heavens.

			Another flash of light partially blinds you, leaving your sight changed in its wake. A translucent obelisk stands before you, easily over a hundred feet tall. Four huge jewels adorn its square, tapered crown: a ruby, a sapphire, a topaz and a pearl. Light seems to twist and churn rapidly beneath its surface, triggering within the vision a profound sense of malice. Then the screaming starts.

			Bolts of surreal, silver fire shoot upward from the obelisk's four gems and arc back down, falling from the heavens like rain. Each bolt explodes upon contact, carving blasted holes in the otherwise smooth, grey plain; smooth, grey and occupied. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of figures are running for their lives, appearing as little more than indistinct silhouettes against the bright bombardment.

			The only figure you can focus on amidst the bright explosions and flying debris is a Human man with pale skin, red hair and a slender frame. Seemingly unhindered by the chaos at his feet, he bares his teeth in rage and walks toward the monstrous obelisk. Your vision is engulfed in white when an explosion cuts into the ground between your point of view and the Human, severing the vision.

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	You see a small farm, nestled in a shallow valley between hills to the north and south. Orderly rows of vegetable sprouts occupy the center, accompanied by a small, clear stream to the side. The silhouette of an elderly Human can be seen against the light of dawn, steadily channeling a row in the soil with the hoe.		You see a small farm, nestled in a shallow valley between hills to the north and south. Orderly rows of vegetable sprouts occupy the center, accompanied by a small, clear stream to the side. The silhouette of an elderly Human can be seen against the light of dawn, steadily channeling a row in the soil with the hoe.

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			You find yourself lying on a marble slab. Though no chains bind your body, you find yourself completely unable to move. A large metal slab takes up most of the circular room, surrounded by sigils carved into the dark marble floor of what you realize is a tower. Marble obelisks rise at the four cardinal points, each one crackling with energy used for some unholy purpose.

			Chanting surrounds you from robed figures at the edge of your sight, though your eyes focus on a glowing orb hovering above you. Green-tinged tendrils of dark crimson snake their way hungrily toward you, and though you try to scream, no sound comes out. The magic rushes through your eyes, blinding you and wracking your mind, your body and your soul. Just as you feel you can stand it no longer, the vision suddenly ceases, as if severed by a sharp knife.

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	A person's dark silhouette darts across the horizon of your vision at a hurried pace. As if yanking your reality away like a curtain ending a play, the colorful scenery in front of you seems to follow the shadow as it runs, leaving only a black stage in its wake. The humanoid form, its outline now highlighted by a faint golden aura, sprints back into view. Everywhere the feet touch, the space underneath bleeds into existence. Squared shapes of various heights and breadths bounce into life, flashing brightly with each jogging footstep. As the figure reaches the end of its course, it slips into the blackness, disappearing without a trace. You steady yourself and analyze the newly formed picture -- the jagged skyline of Muspar'i. A giant, shining orb reminiscent of the desert sun rises behind the rooftops and blinds you with whiteness before returning your vision to normal.		A person's dark silhouette darts across the horizon of your vision at a hurried pace. As if yanking your reality away like a curtain ending a play, the colorful scenery in front of you seems to follow the shadow as it runs, leaving only a black stage in its wake. The humanoid form, its outline now highlighted by a faint golden aura, sprints back into view. Everywhere the feet touch, the space underneath bleeds into existence. Squared shapes of various heights and breadths bounce into life, flashing brightly with each jogging footstep. As the figure reaches the end of its course, it slips into the blackness, disappearing without a trace. You steady yourself and analyze the newly formed picture -- the jagged skyline of Muspar'i. A giant, shining orb reminiscent of the desert sun rises behind the rooftops and blinds you with whiteness before returning your vision to normal.