Moon Mage vision list 2019

This list includes visions from the Moon mage event prediction ability experienced in 2019.

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.

2019

Date and Time: 03/06/2019
Against a backdrop of darkness you see the Old Man, an elderly Human dressed in the clothes of a peasant. He looks directly at you and says, "The greatest enemy of man is fear of change. From demon to Moon Mage, and what little exists inbetween, we fear the turmult of a real change to the status quo. Like so." He then plunges an iron knife, which had not been in his hand until that moment, into the ground. There is chaos, a flurry of visual artifacts and psychic noise. In a moment the world is both broken and healed; the surgeon's cut.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: False

Date and Time: 03/06/2019
Your vision fades, and you stand before a large table with a map of an unfamiliar land painted upon its surface. Standing around the table are dozens of individuals of myriad form and shape. Various wooden and stone figurines are arrayed, their symbols and representations as indecipherable as the various flags that mark the nations and political allegiances of this foreign map. A tall woman with radiant green eyes stands at one end of the table. Grinning mischievously, she leans forward, shoves her forces to the center of the map, brushing aside all that stands in her way. The other individuals gaze at her in a mix of worry, amusement, and fear. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 03/06/2019
Everything goes black, and you see a tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes kneeling in a few inches of perfectly still water. His head bowed, he clenches and unclenches his fists as he looks at his calloused hands intently. He takes a few steadying breaths, and suddenly looks up at you, his face stern and somber. With a dull throb, a high pitched keening tone rends the air, and the water begins to dance and stir. Your vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 03/06/2019
A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench and gently bends a thin piece of metal into shape, slotting it into an orlog. Using a pair of fine tweezers, he manipulates the inside of the device a moment before nodding to himself and closing the back securely. He covers it with his hands, and closes his eyes in concentration, and after a moment the steady tick of uncoiling springs and spinning gears can be heard. He places the orlog on his workbench and stares at it intently, his lips pursed in contemplation. Your vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 03/06/2019
You find yourself on an open plain, a single tree dotting the horizon of an otherwise completely exposed plateau. You see a pack of snarling beasts sheltering under the wide branches of the tree, occasionally nipping at one another as they huddle together. The sun is momentarily blotted out by an immense shadow, and when you look up, you see a massive winged creature circling over head. A woman laughs maliciously, and the beasts whine in fear. You suddenly become aware of a heavy bow and enormous arrow that you are holding. The bow is made of a strange crystalline wood carved with softly glowing sigils, and the arrow is a long twisted mass of spiraling metals. Looking up, you realize the beasts are silently staring at you. The winged creature begins to dive, and you fumble with the bow and arrow, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 03/06/2019
You awake, covered in sweat, in a humid jungle. You are momentarily overwhelmed by the thickness of the air, the screeching of birds and clicking of insects, but after a moment, your heart steadies and you take stock of your surroundings, noticing the Old Man leaning against a particularly large tree a little ways off. Rising to your feet, you approach him, and see that he is whittling a branch into the likeliness of a man. He looks at you in surprise, quickly sheathing his knife and tucking the carving into a sleeve in one swift motion. After blinking at you a moment, he shrugs and with a sweeping gesture upwards, draws your attention to the canopy above. You look up, and time slows, your neck grows stiff, your eyelids heavy, and as your gaze sweeps up the tree, you find yourself falling backwards, everything going dark. You catch the barest glimpse of a thousand people climbing the tree trunk before you fall into a deep sleep, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 03/06/2019
The stars begin to howl, and beams of jagged light coalesce into spun glass, fragile and shimmering. You reach out and touch a single ray, and it explodes, fragmenting painlessly against you in a cool wind of melting energy that caresses your cheek and drips down your fingers. The moons begin to laugh, and you are filled with a sense of uncertainty -- your purpose and place unclear -- as the distant hours beckon, and the churned strands of Fate dance to forces beyond your understanding. They mock, or encourage, but the shoals stretch beyond your comprehension, and the stars begin to shift into new configurations. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/20/2019
You see a woman and a small child standing before a large chalkboard, each engrossed in their respective work. As they work, you notice that with each completed figure or symbol the child draws, something subtly shifts in the woman's work, though she does not seem to notice the manipulations. As the two projects continue, you begin to notice discrepancies compounding on errors in the woman's calculations. Her designs and formulae begin to spiral into nonsense, though she continues meticulously adding to each equation, seemingly unaware of the building deviations. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/04/2019
You peek around a massive chunk of marble, your eyes following the line of a long chain embedded in the chunk, snaking across the churned, bloodied, gore-speckled dirt, and winding around the neck of an enormous albino lion. The lion is panting, steam rising from its maw. At its feet lie the twisted remains of shattered glass and rapidly rusting steel. The lion is wounded, one eye swollen shut, a chunk of an ear missing. A long, ragged flap of skin hangs from its hip, dripping brilliant ruby-red blood that vanishes when it touches the ground. The lion looks at you and snarls in pain, showing pearly white teeth and fangs as long as your hand, though you sense no danger or threat from the beast. Suddenly, tensing and casting its one-eyed gaze to the side, the lion is knocked from its feet as a hissing mass of bramble and ice and smoke barrel into its flank, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/04/2019
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A man sits before a large pottery wheel, which seems to be spinning rapidly, gaining in speed. A finished project sits atop the wheel, and as the wheel continues accelerating, the project begins to wobble and fall apart. The man looks worried, and presses a thick soled boot against the wheel, but the wheel continues spinning. The man leans his weight down, but the wheel does not slow. As the smell of burning leather fills the room, the man steps back with a start, his eyes widening in concern, and the project destabilizes entirely, flinging wet clay around the workshop. The wheel continues spinning faster and faster, and your vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/04/2019
You see a plain white room. Perfectly centered is a blue woven carpet, with a richly polished stone table holding a tall octagonal crystal fish tank. The tank is magnificent, with splashes of bright red- and green-striped fish darting around delicately waving plants. Moss covered driftwood shelters a host of tiny, almost translucent shrimp, which fastidiously forage for food in the gravel bottom. As you peer closer into the tank, you hear a sound behind you, and when you turn, the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/04/2019
An engineer fiddles with a mechanical contraption, gently adjusting a gasket until the seal is satisfactory. She nods, and depresses a face of the device, and a series of clicks and pops can be heard as the machine slowly ramps up to a steady hum. The woman goes wide-eyed with joy, and gathering the softly humming device in her arms, she rushes out of her workshop -- directly into the waiting blade of a shadowy figure. Her eyes flash with rage as he covers her mouth to muffle a scream, and he eases her to the ground as she dies. Noticing the still humming device, the man casually crushes it beneath his boot. Your vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/04/2019
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. Scrubbed stone and brightly burning lanterns illuminate a clean laboratory. A tall man wearing immaculately bleached linen robes leans over a workbench, and with the utmost of care and precision, pins a dead beetle to a sheet of cork. Carefully manipulating the creature's limbs and wings, mandibles and antennae, the man studies the beetle a moment. As the man takes copious notes in a large leather bound journal, you notice at the top of the page the phrase "Preventing Destruction" and accurate anatomical drawings of an dissected human female. Along with a tight script, you can make out splayed beetles, fat larvae, and devoured husks of corn. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/04/2019
You sense an elemental maelstrom, six symbolic forms spiraling together. The maelstrom appears to churn the Web of Fate as it flows along, though you are unable to glean more without a closer look.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/04/2019
You find yourself in a stone prison, looking out through a narrow stone window -- breathtakingly high in the air -- with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Before you, shackled to the wall, lies the decaying corpse of an Elothean woman, a thin, angry red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. As you consider her remains, a small bird flies into the cell and pecks at the woman's hand, freeing a platinum coin. With a faint clink, the coin rolls across the room, and stops at the cell door. Following its trajectory, you see a tall man gazing through a small porthole in the door. He frowns, and slides the porthole shut. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/04/2019
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a wide but still river, the waters entirely covered by a blanket of protea blossoms emitting a heady fragrance. The stars cast a baleful, radiant glow on the flowers, which open widely, their petals drinking in the starlight. Suddenly, a large snake-like creature flings itself from the waters, protea blossoms clinging to its flank as it arcs through the air. Majestic and unlike anything you've ever seen, the creature bears long catfish-like whiskers and jagged antlers that appear to be made of nothing more than distorted space. Iridescent scales reflect the strange light, glittering madly, and a howl escapes from an open maw lined with crystalline fangs. The creature hangs in the air a moment, defying gravity, and shatters into dust, a scattering of protea blossoms raining back down to the river. The fragrance intensifies, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/04/2019
A Dwarven man leans against a stack of lumber, watching the final moments of the setting sun. As the last rays stain the landscape crimson, the air begins to cool, and the shadows lengthen. The man picks up his axe and turns to the stack of lumber. Rolling his shoulders and flexing his hands, he sweeps the axe back in a smooth arc. As he slams the axe into one of the logs, a geyser of blood sprays across his face and chest, and for the briefest of moments, the stack of lumber resembles a stack of corpses. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 02/04/2019
Everything goes black, and you find yourself standing before a wall of silver liquid, which flows sluggishly like streaming teardrops. The liquid gives off a faint luminescence, and strange shapes manifest in the mirrored liquid briefly, only to flatten out moments later. Your reflection, and that of your surroundings, gently undulates with the flow, though, something about your appearance seems... off, and you take a step forward inquisitively. Suddenly, superimposed over your reflection, a pair of piercing green eyes open, and you hear a malicious peal of feminine laughter behind you! Whirling around, you catch a glimpse of a triple-tined claw reaching for your right eye, and suddenly the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Maelshyve	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 01/05/2019
Everything goes black, and an oppressive weight begins to press against you from all sides. Against the inky nothingness, you make out a series of creeping capillary-like tendrils worming towards you, wrapping around your ankles and writhing up your legs. The tendrils reach your knees, and high above, a piercing pair of massive green eyes open and gaze upon you. You hear a woman's malicious laughter in the distance, horribly echoing around and through you. With a lurch, you manage to tear one of your feet free of the creeping tendrils, and suddenly the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Maelshyve	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 01/05/2019
You find yourself looking out a narrow stone window, breathtakingly high in the air, with birds and clouds wheeling far below you. Turning around, you see the mutilated corpse of an Elothean woman shackled to the far wall, a thin bright red scar perfectly encircling the crown of her skull. A tall man dressed in fine robes stands by the open cell door holding an empty bowl and a jug of water. He gazes upon the body of the woman impassively for a moment, then turns to leave the cell. Beyond the jailer, you see a hallway that -- given the dimensions of the tower -- seems to stretch incongruously long. Countless cell doors line the hallway. You briefly hear someone scream in the distance, and the jailer slams the cell door shut, locking you in with the dead woman. The vision fades..
Possible Subjects: Arbiter in Darkness, The Negotiants, Dehvra	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 01/05/2019
Everything fades to black, and you find yourself standing on the shore of a mighty river. The stars seem to resonate in place, reflecting angry, radiant light along the ripples and whorls of the rushing waters. Downriver, a horde of perfectly white protea blossoms slowly bobbles against the current, working their slow way upstream. The river courses defiantly, surging erratically, but the blossoms continue undeterred. After some time, the blossoms have blanketed the river, and the water quiets, as if subdued. A heady fragrance begins to fill your nose, and the scene suddenly vanishes.
Possible Subjects: King protea flower, Taisidon	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 01/05/2019
An endless library stretches before you, with shelving twice the height of a Gor'Tog stretching as far as you can see. Soft gaethzen lamps illuminate the room, and bright sunlight streams in through wide stained glass windows. A wizened librarian walks down an aisle, past two students sitting at a bench, studying from large tomes. One of them coughs, eliciting a loud shush from the other. They both glare at one another a moment, then go back to their studies. The librarian smiles softly, and continues walking down the aisle.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 01/05/2019
You see a pottery workshop, with shelves full of well-crafted urns, vases, bowls, and sculptures. A large wheel rests next to a sturdy bench, and a kiln glows with heat. A man sits at the bench, and leaning over the wheel, manipulates something you cannot see and mutters words you cannot hear. With a smooth start, the wheel begins to turn of its own volition, and slowly gains in speed. Nodding, the man grabs a handful of clay and after working it in his hands a bit, slaps it down on the wheel and expertly begins to shape it into a beautiful piece of art. The wheel spins quickly, and the man's skill is evident in the gentle curves and elegant form that take shape under his hands. Finalizing the project, he presses a heavily booted foot against the corner of the wheel to slow it down. Oddly, the wheel simply continues spinning, still gaining in speed. The man looks down at the wheel with a mix of confusion and worry, and your vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 01/05/2019
Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. A large gathering of guards, merchants, and customers appear to be arguing, with no clear divisions between the groups. At the center of the crowd stands a guard holding a bloodied and battered child by the collar. The child's nose is broken and his front tooth snapped in half. Gruesomely, his left arm ends in a bloody stump just below the elbow. Blood loss has left the child pale, his tear-streaked face a mask of pain. However, he glares defiantly upward at the guard constraining him. The chaos intensifies, as everyone shouts in both condemnation and defense of the actions of both the child and the guard, and you notice the child slipping his remaining hand around the hilt of his distracted captor's dagger. The din grows, the child tightens his grip, and your vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 01/05/2019
You see a stack of lumber drying in the setting sun, thick grass and idyllic hills spreading out to the horizon. A Dwarven man leans against the stack, eating a simple meal and watching the sun set. A warm breeze plays across the scene, stirring the grass, and the man smiles slightly as he closes his eyes and inhales deeply. A single hawk circles far above, floating effortlessly against the bright sky. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 01/05/2019
You hear the snarling of something made of glass and steel and violations, and in a panic you begin to run. Your lungs burst with the effort, and your legs feel leaden as your every step fails to add any distance between you and the thing behind you. As you feel yourself slowing, and the hot acrid breath of the thing begins to fill your nostrils, you suddenly fall and tumble. Dazed, you look up from the soft dirt, and find yourself next to a massive chunk of marble. A chain extends from the marble, snaking across the ground around the neck of a massive albino lion. The lion gives an ear-splittingly loud roar, and leaps at you, massive claws extending, as it soars over your shoulder and collides savagely with the thing. You cower behind the marble, listening to the sounds of battle, and after a while, the lion roars in victory -- and in pain. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Chadatru	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 01/05/2019
You see a long shelf with numerous glass specimen jars. A tall man walks over to one of the jars, and carefully removes the corpse of a beetle. The man gently turns the beetle over in his hands, and you notice a faint line marring the abdominal portion of the beetle's carapace. Placing the beetle's corpse on the table, the man reaches for a stoppered vial, but hesitates. He leaves the vial, places the beetle back in the jar, and replaces the jar on the shelf. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 01/05/2019
You hear a squeal of laughter and see a small child running down a richly carpeted hallway, awkward but full of joy. Turning abruptly and pulling a heavy door open, the child tries to sneak into a work room, where a woman is scratching symbols onto a chalkboard. The woman pauses in her work, tilts her head mischievously at the child, and with a wink invites him over. The boy rushes to her side, and careful to not disturb her work, begins drawing his own childish pictures and symbols in one of the corners of the blackboard. The woman smiles as she watches him play, and does not seem to notice that with every addition to his own project, something shifts slightly in hers. After a moment, she refocuses on her own work, and the sounds of chalk scratching against board fade.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True