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: 5/7/2026 In-Game Date: 456-4-30
You sit at a drafting desk where the floor plan of a wide manor is unrolled before you. Elegant geometries of doors and plumbing form a landscape of right angles and arcs. The passages are arrayed to maximize airflow, while hot water piping snakes through thick, load-bearing walls. A grand staircase curves through an expansive hall, and several closets feature disguised doorways marked by a tiny, cramped script. Suddenly, red footprints emerge from a guest room, pacing down a back stair toward the library. As they reach the threshold, a second set of black footprints appears in the center of the room. They pivot sharply, wide and braced, to face the door. The red prints halt at the entrance, shifting in preparation, and a single print vanishes as the door line swings into a curved, open arc. The black footprints race forward to meet the intrusion, and suddenly, a dull, vibrating droning begins to swell from the paper itself. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/7/2026 In-Game Date: 456-4-30
The cold desert night stretches around you, dry and vast. Tall cacti branch toward the stars, backlit by the blue climb of Xibar as it chases the fleeing shadow of Katamba. Dunes flow like waves, hissing sand against your skin in an exhilarating tickle. Xibar walks its light like fingers along your spine, and as you shiver, a scorpion approaches. Beneath the colorless glow of Katamba, the scorpion's carapace flows like water, gold fluid dripping from its stinger. The creature sways, its tail snaps forward into the dark, and then it fades into nothingness. A rapid scratching erupts where the stinger struck. A fat gecko twists and claws at the dunes, dying. Its mouth opens wider than should be possible, revealing a tongue speckled with distant stars. As the gecko goes still, its tongue lolls into the dust. The stars begin to bleed out, staining the desert sands just as Yavash peaks above the horizon. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/7/2026 In-Game Date: 456-4-30
A busy workshop churns loudly, pistons pumping, gears churning, sparks crackling from screaming flames. An army of figures scurry around, expertly operating complex machinery, performing intricate series of actions on inscrutable parts, slotting glowing or hissing or vibrating trinkets into precision slots with the barest of tolerances, and in all of the ordered chaos, you are unable to make sense of what any of this is accomplishing. No component seems the same as any other, yet each laborer quickly generates and hands off part after part. It is unclear if anything is actually being built, or, if the whole of the production line is merely converting raw materials into constructed nonsense. Someone taps your shoulder. You turn to see the woman in the wide-brimmed hat, smoking a cigarillo. "Creation is a scab," she remarks, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "And now they itch." She smirks. "To think," she adds, "they came to see me bleed." The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/7/2026 In-Game Date: 456-4-30
A warm breeze carries the stench of humanity, refuse, and nesting pigeons. You grip the railing of a balcony overlooking a sprawling, dense city. Busy streets, open markets, and bell towers stretch toward the horizon, shimmering in the heat of a summer afternoon. Along a nearby wall, children run and laugh, leaping across gaps and sliding along slanted rooftops. Your gaze drifts further, where a figure a hundred feet tall walks across a wide thoroughfare. Its movements are slow but deliberate, stepping between stalls and carriages as traffic flows around its massive feet like water around a stone. The giant places a hand against a tower to steady its stride, and continues forward. A pair of pigeons circle the entity's shoulders, looking for a place to roost. The figure turns toward you, tilting its head in a slow gesture of curiosity. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/7/2026 In-Game Date: 456-4-30
Waves shove you down into the choking dark. You push for the surface, but a breaking swell flings you into the depths. As panic sets in, a cold, unyielding skeletal hand grasps your forearm and hauls you onto a dry, crystal platform. The air here is warm as the angry seas break against an invisible barrier. A tall skeleton with cold stars for eyes kneels beside you, its burnt bones etched in dancing fractals and flowing glass. It slaps your back as you retch seawater, and after a spell of hacking and gasping, you look up at the twinkling starlight eyes, and hearing a sound like grinding crystal, you realize the creature is laughing. It offers you a cigarillo, which you take with trembling fingers. "Almost lost you there," a surprisingly calm, echoing voice remarks. "Need a light? It'll help the nerves." The entity curves a graceful phalange toward you, its tip igniting with a flickering, light-drinking flame. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/10/2026 In-Game Date: 456-2-1
A wind-swept balcony overlooks a sea of clouds. A man sits at a desk, eye pressed to a brass telescope focused on a slight blue smudge between the stars. You watch the man dip a quill into an inkpot, his hand flying across parchment in a precise scrawl. Before the ink dries, the letters vanish, withdrawing along the lines back into the quill. The man curses, blinking in confusion as he finds the vial's wax seal still intact. With a growl, the man cracks the seal and repeats the process, only to watch the log once again disappear. The man stares at the page of prior notes, looks at the sealed inkpot, and simply adjusts the telescope to a new location. Peering into the glass, he nods, cracks the seal of the inkpot once again, dips his quill, and begins writing new observations. The smudge remains stationary in the sky, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Involuted Passage	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/10/2026 In-Game Date: 456-2-1
Ocean spray splashes your face, invigorating and cold. You shake your head as a strong breeze whips the water from your eyes, and focus on the mainsail and jib, confident in their orientation. The lines are taut, and the boat creaks as it crests waves and surges forward. On the horizon, you spot several small islands, each vaguely familiar in their shape and placement, but they do not have what you seek, for it is beyond the archipelago, outside the familiar. You adjust the rudder, pointing the bow for the open sea. You know you search for something you will never find, yet the sails snap joyfully in the wind. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/10/2026 In-Game Date: 456-2-1
A man crouches over a workbench, meticulously carving nested geometric lines into a ceramic plate. A complex pattern emerges, and using a pair of tongs, the man removes a crucible from a forge, and slowly pours a dull metallic liquid onto the plate. Replacing the crucible in the forge, the man waits a moment for the metal to cool, and uses a file to grind down any excess material. The man spreads a thin layer of ceramic atop the work, and repeats the process. After countless iterations, the man has produced a ceramic cube. The man lifts a large tuning fork, and with a sharp whack on the table, the workshop fills with a piercing resonant thrum. The ceramic cube shudders and crumbles to dust, leaving behind a complex metallic wire-frame. The man observes his work for a moment. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/10/2026 In-Game Date: 456-2-1
A moonless night shrouds the landscape, the stars barely illuminating a rocky shoreline. A low, still fog wafts from the ocean, bringing the scent of salt and rot, dried seaweed and dead fish. A pinpoint of light flickers in the distance, bobbing across the surface. You hear a soft drumbeat keeping rowers in time the dip and pull of oars carried across the windless dark. Suddenly, a lighthouse flicks on, but instead of rotating its beacon, the sharply defined beam searches, sweeps, and focuses upon the boat. The fog burns away, and instead of revealing a boat, you see a multi-limbed crystalline creature, floating on an armored carapace, paddling with a row of broad-finned pleopods. The lighthouse tracks the creature, and a warning siren begins to wail. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/10/2026 In-Game Date: 456-2-1
A crowded market stretches around you, people jostling and moving, shouting offers and counter-offers. There are so many people, and the sun beats down overhead, merciless and bright. You push for a nearby awning, pressing against the walls of the building, but as soon as you step into the shade, someone jostles you and you trip back into the sunlight. Sweat beads on your brow and you hear a child shouting, and someone jostles you, forcing you forward. Behind you, someone chuckles and spins you around, and you see her, the woman in the wide brimmed hat, staring at you with her cataract eyes, and she smiles her half-grin and someone jostles you, and you cannot breathe, it is so hot, and the crowd flows around her, and she begins to laugh, and laugh, and the sun grows, blindingly bright, and she laughs louder and louder and you are deafened by a dull droning, and sudd- Everything freezes. You look around in confusion. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

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