Moon Mage vision list 2026

This list includes visions from the Moon mage event prediction ability experienced in 2026.

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.

2026

Date and Time: 3/12/2026 In-Game Date: 455-9-6
Pincers grab your arm and bite deep, yanking you off your feet! A clicking crauyarin scuttler bends down and several waggling protrusions stab towards you. Suddenly, a blur of movement slams into the scuttler, knocking it sideways, and you scamper back, putting distance between you and the creature, turning to run. The first step takes you miles away, the second step lands exactly where you started. Your inner ear screams in protest and you find yourself fighting nausea before the difference between what is in front of you and what is behind you blurs, and you lose your balance, wobbling about. You see a scuttler looming over a cowering Human man, and throw yourself forward, slamming into the scuttler, knocking it sideways. The man scampers away, and the scuttler splays its various appendages, pointing upward toward a dark smudge in the sky. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Crauyarin scuttler, Involuted Passage	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/12/2026 In-Game Date: 455-9-6
A serene forest stretches all around, and a simple cabin with a well-crafted waterwheel sits next to a rushing stream. The cabin and wheel are clearly abandoned, covered in a thick layer of moss, though both are otherwise in good condition, the wheel still turning. A man cautiously approaches, peering into the cabin's broken windows, circling the structure, and finally crouching nearby on the stream bank, watching the water flow and the wheel turn. After a moment of consideration, the man approaches the wheel and begins a systematic deconstruction, pulling nails and separating boards, laying each component neatly nearby until the waterwheel is a tidy pile of lumber. Pocketing the nails, the man walks into the forest. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/12/2026 In-Game Date: 455-9-6
You stand before a field of wheat, dry and brittle under the warm sun and parched earth. A warm breeze stirs the field, kicking up dust and a relaxing rustle of whispering stalks. You startle at the click of a lighter, and turn to see the woman in the wide brimmed hat lighting a cigarillo. She smiles and exhales a plume of smoke, which almost instantly dissipates in the breeze. "Could listen to this all day," she says. She smiles, and tilts her head to the sun, her eyes closed, and takes a long, deep breath through her nose. "Do you hear it? I hope you heard it." She flicks her cigarillo into the field, and the field catches fire almost instantly, the fire carried by the wind. She turns to you, cataract eyes narrowed, and says, "One day this will all be yours." The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/12/2026 In-Game Date: 455-9-6
You walk along the shore, breathing the salty air and letting cold water tug at your ankles. You bend and pick up a bleached shell, running your thumb along the spiral, the endless spiral, winding its way inward and inward and suddenly you hiss in surprise as your thumb begins to bleed, a whisper-thin slice bleeding onto the porous surface. You watch as the shell turns red, twinkling, unraveling, extending tendrils and glistening as it folds and stretches and unfolds and you drop it into the surf and watch as it scampers out into the water. You look up. The sun begins to grow large, separating into a pair of spinning orbs that trail streamers of blinding fire. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/12/2026 In-Game Date: 455-9-6
A battlefield unfolds before you, bodies brutally hewing one another down amidst skewered horses screaming in the bloody mud. A barrier composed of a wall of corpses encased in melted armor blocks the view of the setting sun, and the battle continues under the dwindling light and sporadic explosions of fire and lightning. You see no progress, no change, no side earning an advantage - there is only blood, and death, and the smell of burnt flesh. A blinding bolt of electricity tears the area in half, striking an armored figure. The figure roars, the armor melting and flowing to the ground in rivulets of spitting metal, a ghostly remnant remains, snarling and panting, winding currents of lightning raking the ground. The figure looks at you and slowly floats forward, the combatants clearing a wide path. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/13/2026 In-Game Date: 455-6-17
A figure in a billowing purple robe slowly walks towards a tall city, leaning heavily on a twisted wooden staff. The figure's robe is plain save for a single protea flower embroidered across the chest, and only the figure's gaunt hands are visible. As the figure approaches the city, a warning horn trumpets out, and a guard fires a warning arrow, which lands near the figure. Stopping, the figure spreads their arms wide, and a purple mist billows from beneath the robes, heavily spreading across the ground and snaking outward. Everything the mist touches begins to corrode and rot, and crackles of electricity and pale fire seethe outward from the figure, carried by the strange choking gas. The figure begins to chant. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/13/2026 In-Game Date: 455-6-17
Surrounded by a thick, choking haze, you stumble forward, eyes burning, coughing as fumes reeking of burnt sugar and metal greasily infiltrate your nose and throat. You cannot see more than a few feet in any direction, your hand barely visible in the gloom. Sounds howl in all directions, the murk seeming to carry all noise, and you are overwhelmed with a barrage of screaming, yowling, chittering, sonorous calls and responses. Everything feels heavy, your shoes leaden, a crushing weight pressing down on your spine. You painfully fall to your knees, and find the ground carries a similar deluge of noise, shuddering and vibrating, a constant of heavy footfalls and scraping, sizzling and grinding. Everything goes quiet. Nearly blind and nearly deaf, you look back and forth, but sense nothing. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/13/2026 In-Game Date: 455-6-17
You find yourself standing in a bizarre forest, mishapen trees spiraled into jagged geometric forms, their branches dripping with shimmering stars. A skittering echoes behind you, and with a start, you whirl, hands raised in defense, and you see it racing forward, an amalgamation of tendrils and claws and eyes, moving in a disorienting stuttering lope. It vanishes, appearing to your left, and you drop, barely evading its reach, and it blinks, leaping from behind a tree and already in motion. You scamper backwards, putting distance between yourself and this horror, and it flickers, appearing directly in front of you, roaring, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/13/2026 In-Game Date: 455-6-17
Standing atop a mountain's summit, you look upward and taste the radiance of the stars. They call, and you close your eyes, feeling them burn, streaming brightly to your magical senses. They fill you, nourishing you, beckoning to you. You sit, and press your palms to the ground, the bare rock rough against your palms, mottled with lichen, and you sink into the cracks and grains, seeking moisture. Your spine twists, lengthens, and you arch your head back further, rolling your shoulders. Your skin hardens, and the stars continue their song. You change. You hear them, seeking a place amongst your canopy, bathing your leaves, and you cradle them close, making space. They laugh as they dance along your branches, your flock, glittering in the night sky. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/13/2026 In-Game Date: 455-6-17
An endless corridor stretches before you, interrupted by visually jarring and disorienting geometries which prevent you from deriving a sense of distance. Some patterns appear merely ornamental, while others require you to step to one side to make room, while others still hide narrow hallways branching off to horizon points. You continue forward. The corridor ends in the visible distance, and you find yourself surprised at how quickly you arrive. A ring of concentric squares mark the far wall, though the designs are themselves sequential, not set into the wall. The illusion is odd, and as you approach, you realize you can continue forward, stepping around the suspended stone rings and continuing forward. The hallway splits: polygons to one side, curves and spirals to the other. You consider your options. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/9/2026 In-Game Date: 455-2-37
The ground rumbles softly, and a small mole with gleaming eyes pops through the ground and looks up at you expectantly. The mole sniffs the air, then disappears back into the hole. You leap into the hole after the mole, shrinking as you fall, and begin to race along the tunnel in pursuit. The creature moves surprisingly fast, and the tunnel curves left and right, makes sudden dives, opens to strange caverns lined with glowing mushrooms, and winds between thick roots. Eventually, you turn a sharp corner and find yourself face to face with the mole. The mole gestures upward with its furry snout, and you see an opening ahead, which you climb up through. Emerging from the tunnel, you look around. You are in a completely unfamiliar land. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/9/2026 In-Game Date: 455-2-37
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. She turns to you, and with a frown remarks, "You know you are misusing this place. There is no stopping now, but do be careful." She steps back through the door and shuts it behind her with a loud *click*. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/9/2026 In-Game Date: 455-2-37
You walk across smooth glass, your footsteps radiating with concentric phosphorescent pulses. You approach a smooth, matte black monolith bearing a perfect sphere slightly protruding from its base. The obelisk seems to shudder violently, growing a thousandfold without changing, nearly slamming you back with the force of its presence, as it seethes in fury. A single palm print is visible in center of the sphere, and you step forward, hand outstretched. The obelisk expands again, ten thousandfold, enormous in its rage. You touch the palm print. The obelisk is no more than silent rock. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Obelisk	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/9/2026 In-Game Date: 455-2-37
Brutal rain and sleet batter your face, and you bend against the storm, pressing forward. The wind howls, almost throwing you off balance, and still you press onward. A bolt of lightning flashes unsettlingly close, sending a shower of sparks in all directions and momentarily deafening you with a bone-rattling thunderclap. Suddenly, you enter the eye of the storm, and find yourself standing before a line of ten pillars. The storm screams closer. The pillars begin to crack, shaking dust and shedding stone. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Astral Plane	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/9/2026 In-Game Date: 455-2-37
An idyllic beach stretches around you, dotted with leaning palm trees and scattered seaweed. You take a deep breath, enjoying the crisp salt of the sea and the gentle, warm breeze that barely stirs a calm midday ocean. An acrid cloud of sour tobacco wafts over your shoulder, and you turn to see the woman in a wide brimmed hat standing nearby, her cateract eyes looking out to sea. She says nothing for a long moment, then points at the horizon with her cigarillo and remarks, "It was so peaceful." She turns to you and shrugs, almost sadly. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True