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This is a page for visions that clerics spontaneously experience. |
This is a page for visions that clerics spontaneously experience as well as altar visions. |
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==2012== |
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| date ||07/28/2012 |
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| vision || You feel a shiver run up your spine, as the colors in your vision bleed away. A mocking voice echoes in your head, "One heralds the sun, its light and what hope. One heralds the rain, wash clean and renew. One heralds the life, for the promise and beauty. One heralds the truth, in all justice and glory." The voice trails off with guttural laughter and continues, "The life you live is not for such, nor is it to enjoy save for scraping and mewling at the hand that gives affection. To think you could discern the light devoid of darkness, the clean without the despoiled, a life lived in earnest freed from mortality, or the flimsy whim of truth uncontested by dissent. What perils you ignore when you bask in such bliss! And whose name will you scream out with your last breath to end it all?" <br> |
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| date || 01/24/2012 |
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Your vision goes momentarily black, when it returns a horrid sight is all around you. A pillar of silvery-white holy fire descends from the sky, wreathing the mail-clad warrior before you in a halo of flames. Around you both lie scattered the broken tools of war, ruined and lifeless bodies, and scorched earth. The form before you stands to his full height, the noble bearing of his posture apparent as he raises his spear to thrust downward at you. <br><br> |
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As he advances with your demise in mind, he shouts at you with a odd, dual-voice almost as if another is speaking for him but both can be heard. "You are an abomination! I cast thee into oblivion!" Looking into his face a final time, you see a ghostly image with hair of flame superimposed over the wounded frame of a young man. Though you stare into a face chiseled with classic Sorvendig features, they are sharpened with Elven grace, but the vengeance burning in those eyes can only be that of Everild's.<br><br> |
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Raising his flaming spear high overhead, he stabs downward with an unearthly roar. You scream with a chorus of demonic voices as the spear shears through your rotting rib-cage, tendrils of darkness and silver flame writhe around you and your foe as you collapse to your knees. With a gasp and a shudder, your vision snaps back to the mundane world around you, your pulse racing as you try to grasp the events that unfolded within your mind.<br> |
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| date || 01/23/2012 |
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| vision ||Dozens of ghostly children emerge from the Void - or are you there yourself? -- and hastily swirl around you with outreached arms. Their mouths are open soundlessly, gushing spiritual waves of warning and import. The apparitions then become bright-winged nightingales that flutter away determinedly |
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Revision as of 23:58, 18 October 2016
This is a page for visions that clerics spontaneously experience as well as altar visions.
Please use Template:Visions to list them.
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2012
date | 07/28/2012 |
vision | You feel a shiver run up your spine, as the colors in your vision bleed away. A mocking voice echoes in your head, "One heralds the sun, its light and what hope. One heralds the rain, wash clean and renew. One heralds the life, for the promise and beauty. One heralds the truth, in all justice and glory." The voice trails off with guttural laughter and continues, "The life you live is not for such, nor is it to enjoy save for scraping and mewling at the hand that gives affection. To think you could discern the light devoid of darkness, the clean without the despoiled, a life lived in earnest freed from mortality, or the flimsy whim of truth uncontested by dissent. What perils you ignore when you bask in such bliss! And whose name will you scream out with your last breath to end it all?" |
rep | False |
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date | 01/24/2012 |
vision |
Your vision goes momentarily black, when it returns a horrid sight is all around you. A pillar of silvery-white holy fire descends from the sky, wreathing the mail-clad warrior before you in a halo of flames. Around you both lie scattered the broken tools of war, ruined and lifeless bodies, and scorched earth. The form before you stands to his full height, the noble bearing of his posture apparent as he raises his spear to thrust downward at you. |
rep | False |
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date | 01/23/2012 |
vision | A shimmer, like heat rising off the desert distorts the air, warping your vision into a spiral that momentarily makes you dizzy. Color bleeds together as you lose track of time and direction becomes meaningless. The chaos begins to overwhelm you, your mind reels and your stomach churns. At the moment you feel as if it will overcome completely, your vision goes black and your senses tell you that you have started falling. When your eyes adjust, you find that you are standing in a richly appointed, but sparsely decorated room with high ceilings. An ornate chair carved from satinwood sits against one wall with a semi-circular study table in front of it, as if the massive oak table intends on defending the chair from the rest of the room. Heavy curtains have been drawn over all the windows, blocking any outside light in favor of the dim glow emanating from a candle sitting on the table among stacks of tomes and scrolls. |
rep | False. |
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2009
date | 11/23/2009 |
vision | Dozens of ghostly children emerge from the Void - or are you there yourself? -- and hastily swirl around you with outreached arms. Their mouths are open soundlessly, gushing spiritual waves of warning and import. The apparitions then become bright-winged nightingales that flutter away determinedly |
rep | True |
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