Moon Mage vision list 2023

This list includes visions from the Moon mage event prediction ability experienced in 2023.

Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the 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.

2023

Date and Time: 4/23/2023
You find yourself walking along a dark corridor, walking through alternating shadow and torchlight. You approach a regal statue, carved of pure white marble, depicting a beautiful man whose face is encased in a cage of steel rings, arms held wide in welcome or supplication. As you approach the statue, a dull buzzing begins to echo in your mind, and the statue imperceptibly moves, begging, welcoming, hoping. You are not sure from where the knife came from, but you are suddenly gripping it tightly, and you swing it across the statue's bare stomach. The blade bites deeply, black ooze pouring from the stone, and the figure's arms slowly fall as a horrible wail echoes all around you. Pooling around your feet, the liquid is filled with stars, and you begin to fall, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/23/2023
A well lit and organized museum stretches before you, filled with magical and mundane artifacts, fragments of tablets and texts, strange and wonderful artworks. The woman in a wide brimmed hat walks along the exhibits, her cataract eyes sliding over each item as her long and elegant fingers trace the contours and edges of the display cases, sometimes chuckling to herself, sometimes pausing and sighing wistfully. Standing before a lead glass case, she seemingly stares at the contained object within, a vibrating whorl of pulsating starlight, dripping with frost and occasionally morphing into several expanding rings before collapsing again. The woman gives a slight chuckle and produces a cigarello case from within her jacket, opening it with a *click*, and remarks to herself, "We sure didn't listen to that one.". The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/23/2023
You find yourself approaching an oak table sitting in the center of a room, a small boy and an elegant man sitting at comfortable chairs, staring at a new game of chess. The elegant man smirks and says, "You understand what it is you ask?". The boy nods, and gestures to the board. The elegant man opens, and remarks, "So presumptuous, your kind." The boy makes a move, and the elegant man responds, continuing, "Daring to sit at the table." The game continues, the boy silent, considering each move and playing with caution, the elegant man responding with calculated assaults and deceptive defenses. "You know," the elegant man begins, "even in losing your predecessors showed respect.", and he traps the boys queen. The elegant man begins to chuckle, but is cut short by the boy moving his king, revealing a check on the now overextended elegant man's pieces. Narrowing his eyes, the elegant man stares at the boy, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/23/2023
Tall grass caresses your legs as you walk through an expansive field, dancing fireflies surrounding you in a shifting constellation of wondrous light. Several bats wheel and dart in the darkness above, catching whatever insect prey they can, their chittering blending with the pulsating drone of cicadas. The air is cooling in the darkness, but fragrant and comfortable, a light breeze swirling arou- something catches your eye above, but when you look up, you cannot spot anything unusual. Odd. You were certain there was something, a fleeting movement between the constellations. You continue walking and come to a tree line, following the pensive hooting of an owl in the cano- there it is again, the flicker of movement catching your eye above, but when you look, the stars remain familiar. Unsettled, you stare at the sky, until the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Nascent Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/23/2023
A fierce battle unfolds before you, a man in a sapphire blue robe elegantly dancing and dodging between several scuttlers made of white crystal. The scuttlers are unable to land a blow, though the man is only just narrowly avoiding the onslaught of pointed appendages and whip-like protuberances. Bristling with protruding spikes, the scuttlers suddenly manage to lodge several crauyarin darts into the man, who grunts in pain and leaps back to create space between his assailants, affording him precious seconds to weave magic and heal his wounds. Made whole once again, he charges forward. One of the scuttlers suddenly rearranges itself, its carapace swirling in a nested ring pattern, and it flares with blinding bright icy starlight, engulfing the man. When the light subsides, the man is horrifically frostbitten, his skin cracked and bleeding, and the scuttlers advance once more. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/24/2023
A tall unlit lighthouse juts from a cliff side, standing high above a roiling ocean, reaching high into the cold air. As waves batter stone, a faint light flickers in the windows of the structure, slowly winding up the tight staircase, visible periodically in open windows as it progresses to the lantern. Arriving at the pinnacle, a figure moves around a bit, though it is difficult to make out any details of the actions being performed. Suddenly, half a dozen streaks of light lance outward from various lenses, a rainbow of reds, blues, greens, and purples. The beams of light arc wildly in a series of complex maneuvers, illuminating a series of rings encircling the peak of the lighthouse. As the beams spiral chaotically, the now visible rings appear to solidify themselves, rotating on distinct axes. Now intensely backlit, the lighthouse keeper is visible as a silhouette against the blinding lantern, and appears to look directly at you. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/24/2023
A small girl and her father walk along a blasted wasteland, picking their way along tricky terrain. The ruined landscape is dotted with the rusting and crumbling remains of wagons and buildings, sinking into the now dry and cracked muck. They step around a carriage, its paint peeling and its structure collapsed, and the father points at it. "Is that what is wrong?", he asks. "No." replies the girl. They continue to walk and come across a shattered road, its bricks chipped and shattered. The father asks, "That?", but the girl again replies, "No, not that." They walk further, and see the rotting corpse of a massive scorpion, its carapace shattered and yellow goo hardened around the remains. The father says, "Surely that?", but the girl just shakes her head sadly. "Then what?" the father asks. The girl points upward, and you see a bloated orange sun looming in the sky. "The sun, father, the sun." She begins to weep and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/24/2023
You find yourself seated at the base of a wide oak, its branches dripping with moss. Fireflies dart all around, streaks of yellow-green dancing in the evening sky. A gentle hand touches your shoulder, and you whirl in surprise, face to face with a friendly and oddly familiar looking young man backing away, hands held up reassuringly. "My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you!" he says kindly. "You seemed lost in thought." You stare in confusion -- you are certain you have seen this young man before, but cannot place when or where. As you squint into his face and fail to respond, he slightly smirks uncomfortably, and says, "Erm, well, sorry to bother you." You watch the young man walk away, and cannot shake the feeling that you know this person. As he continues away from you and the tree, you hear someone call out, "Hey <Player>, there you are!", and running up to the young man, a friend playfully jostles him with a laugh. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/24/2023
A churning tide pool hisses with foam and the sun's glare, and you wade in the cool knee-deep water, stepping between anemones and urchins, catching glimpses of darting octopuses and nervous crabs. Something catches your eye nearby, a repeated burble causing odd ripples. You slosh your way forward, and see a swirling ring of water nestled beneath a small rocky pool, water coursing outward and away. The ring spins faster and faster, suddenly collapsing and then exploding, sending water spraying all over you. As you blink away the salt spray, you watch as the pool fills again from the surrounding area, and observe a pulsating sphere nestled between several rotating rings. As the strange object is covered by the water, it crackles with cold, flecks of ice rising to the water's surface and melting. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/24/2023
You find yourself standing in a stone arena. A heavily armored gladiator strides from the mists and brandishing a large axe, roaring in challenge. With a snarl, he rushes forward, and you struggle against a savage but skillful series of feints and swings. You dodge and deflect, evade and counterattack. Seizing an opportunity, the gladiator lands a deep slash across your thigh, and you gasp in pain as... crystalline sinew and bone sparkles in the wound, and a clear shimmering fluid pours from your body. You stare in surprise, and the gladiator twirls, the axe curving in a slowing arc, smoothly coming to a stop. The gladiator stands frozen, face locked in hunter's purpose, axe on target for your neck, but you cannot stop staring at your glimmering wound. A voice echoes around you, "Another failure. Again." Your wound floods with fire as it knits shut, and the gladiator smoothly reverses back to he starting position. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/25/2023
A pair of lovers race barefoot, hand in hand, through a forest, faces flush with joy as they leap along stream and stone, dancing between the trees. With each step, fresh flowers and thick moss explode outward, dying just as rapidly moments later. The trees shed their leaves, wither and die, new saplings growing to take their place. The lovers sprint across a steppe, the ground rumbling in their wake as rivulets of lava erupt from the earth and mountains grow from the cooling stone. The lovers laugh in delight, spinning one another beneath the stars, the constellations slowly tearing from their place in the heavens and drifting into distorted shapes that bear no meaning and remain unnamed. The two fall to their knees, embracing sweetly as a shattered ring of shadow speckled purple streaks across the sky. With a soft exhalation, they breathe their last, slowly turning to dust, and the wind scatters the pair across a barren landscape as the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/25/2023
Lying down, you feel cold sand beneath your back and hear the gentle hiss of the wind whipping grains against your form with a slight tickle. You smell sweet sage and watch as Yavash rises above the horizon, revealing a small oasis nearby, still waters practically glowing red with the moon's reflection. Something catches your attention in the sky, and at the very edge of your visual perception you are able to make out movement in a patch of otherwise emptiness. It seems to be spinning, barely outlined as if transparent, a single point too faint to be called light. You squint, focusing your attention, but Yavash continues to climb and soon blots out the phenomenon. You patiently wait for Yavash to pass, but before it does, the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Nascent Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/25/2023
You find yourself sitting before a blank canvas, a palette of oil paints and a brush held in hand. You look around, the room vaguely familiar, though you cannot place when you were last here. You are fairly sure the assignment was to recreate a memory, though further details remain elusive. So you begin to paint, letting the brush lead and the colors sing. After what is either hours or minutes, you have created a rendition of an alpine forest, and take a step back for perspective. "A reasonable impression." comes a voice behind you, though when you whirl around in surprise, the room remains empty. "Superficial, but reasonable." Confused, you look back at the painting, and your eyes widen in disbelief -- crimson and orange strokes depict a raging fire spreading across the forest, a thick smoke rising into a billowing ring. Before your eyes, an avalanche of snow tumbles down the mountain, speeding towards you, and you gasp as the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/25/2023
A sprawling battlefield rages across a blasted plain, armies riding beasts with split faces and branching antlers cutting into one another, the ground churned to a bloody mud. A general points across the land and howls a command, and a loud *ka-thunk* shakes the ground as a splintering crevice zig-zags forward, swallowing friend and foe into abyssal depths. Miles away, the other general raises his arms to the sky, eyes rolling back in his head as he chants a wicked litany, and the sky begins to shatter, raining javelins of vibrating crystal that explode into kaleidoscopic flames, blasting and immolating all. The frontline barely moves, pointless advance meeting meaningless counter attack as corpses are stomped into a gory paste in the continued charge. Walking unaffected and ignored through the carnage, the woman in a wide brimmed hat watches with cataract eyes, her face expressionless as she smokes cigarillo after cigarillo. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/25/2023
You find yourself walking along a blasted plain, a field of ash and blasted rock. The remains of burnt trees jut through the cooled stone, little more than jagged pillars of charcoal. The sun burns high in the sky, the air sulfurous and dry. As you walk along the scattered boulders and carefully pick your way over winding crevices, the ground trembles, and you steel yourself for a tremor. A dull red glow flares from a nearby valley, and suddenly, a massive bull thunders upward with a mighty leap. Its mane sheds embers and the surrounding air shimmers and crackles with heat. The bull locks eyes with you, and lowers a pair of burning horns as it appraises you for a short moment. With a sharp exhalation of steam from its nostrils, the bull charges, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/18/2023
Walking through a broad market, you follow the rich scent of seasoned meat and feel your stomach grumbling. A vendor grins broadly and says something in a language you do not understand, but cheerfully compensates with hand signs and points at a bronze coin nailed to the stall. You look down a moment as you check your pockets, and remove a handful of coins. When you look up, the vendor once again grins broadly, and repeats the same line, and again compensates with the same hand signs and pointing. You slide your own coin across the counter, and the vendor hands you a skewer of savory beef cubes and vegetables. With a nod of gratitude you turn and walk away, but on a whim, turn your head to glance at the vendor. Though no one stands in front of the counter, the vendor grins broadly and repeats the same line, flashes the same hand signs and points at the bronze coin. You continue walking through the market, no longer hungry. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/18/2023
An impeccably dressed man pauses before a thick wooden door, gathering his resolve. One hand on the latch, the man takes a steadying breath, listening to the light chatter and muted conversation within. Pushing the door open, he steps into a dimly lit lecture hall which immediately falls silent, row upon row filled with robed figures wearing featureless black porcelain masks inlaid with platinum filigree. At the center of the stage stands a single podium and a blackboard, and the man strides forward, head held high, his upstage fist clenched tightly, his downstage hand swaying casually. He does not glance at the audience. When he reaches the podium he fixes his eyes on a spot beyond the audience, above the scrutiny of the sea of expressionless visages. "You see," he begins, "we have always been wrong." The audience does not react, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/18/2023
Everything goes dark, and you feel the oppressive weight of damp stone and open space. The air stirs, wafting first towards and then away from you, carrying a burnt heat tang. Something shifts, metal drags across metal in the distance, the clank and grind echoing. To your left, a match is struck, illuminating a woman in a wide-brimmed hat, the small flame disappearing a moment as she bends her head to light her cigarillo, taking a deep drag. With a dramatic twist of her wrist, she holds the match aloft and looks upward, her cataract eyes staring ahead. "You'll make me go first?" the woman asks. A hissing whisper winds from the depths, "You should not have come." "And you should not have lost. But here you are." "And here we are." The woman laughs, and exhales twin plumes of acrid smoke from her nostrils, filling the area and obscuring your view. "Let's begin", she says, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/18/2023
An endless field of scrub and meandering streams stretches before you, the horizon dotted with nothing more than varying shades of foliage and stone. Crouched over a spread of gear, a man carefully packs his provisions. Rolling flint and steel into some leather, checking the ties on several bundles, sheathing a knife on a chest harness, and finally, packing everything into a sturdy framed backpack, the man checks his boots one final time, and hefts the heavy burden, adjusting it for comfort, and begins walking. You follow as he sets a comfortable pace, winding between uneven terrain and carefully striding across streams. The terrain does not change, but the man dutifully continues his journey. As the sun crests at high noon, the man sets down the pack, leans against it, and slowly eats some ground berries and fatty jerky, chewing slowly. Turning to look at you for the first time, he says, "We've got a long ways to go." The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/18/2023
You find yourself standing next to a wide alpine lake, nested between a mighty upthrust wall of granite leading to snow-capped peaks on one side, and a stunning view of rocky plateau and rolling meadows on the other. You kneel by the lake's edge, the gentle stirring of the waters barely rippling along the shoreline, and cup a handful of the icy water, bringing it to your lips to drink of its chilling cold. A long whiskered catfish snaps its tail and kicks away from the shoreline, disturbed by your presence. A low rumble echoes along the shoreline, pebbles vibrating slightly as the waters shake. A flash of light illuminates the depths at the center of the lake, and expands outward in an widening ring. Fading quickly, the lake becomes oddly still. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True