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You find yourself standing on the deck of a ship, gently rocking on easy waters and light winds under a clear night sky, constellations twinkling above. A hatch opens with a loud *clang* and a man with pale skin and a broad figure stomps onto the deck, wearing multiple belts strung with blocks of lead and thick metal boots. With slow, laborious steps, the man walks to the edge of the boat, and cupping his hands skyward, basks in a cascade of starlight, which coalesces into a shell around him. After briefly checking the integrity of his armored suit, he sits on the railing and looks directly at you. |
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"They would ask forgiveness. We seek what is ours," he says as he rolls backwards, falling into the waters and sinking like a stone. |
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You watch the faint glow of his crystal-encased form vanish into the depths, blinking in confusion as the reflection of the stars above blossom with novas, and the constellations skew madly. The vision fades. |
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|sub=Traders|rep=True}} |
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Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself clinging awkwardly to a writhing web of electricity. To your surprise, the lightning appears to be solid and holds your weight, though it moves chaotically, connections forming and separating before your eyes. As you climb along the strange landscape, you feel yourself pulled towards a collection of strands that seem to converge at a cocoon of densely wrapped electricity. As you pause to investigate the object, the web begins to vibrate, and a large multi-limbed being made of shivering arcs of electricity scurries towards you, effortlessly flowing along and through the lightning webbing. Pausing before you, the creature unfolds several extra crackling limbs, and seems to study you for a long moment. The nearby cocoon twitches suddenly, the creatures loses interest in you, and the vision fades. |
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|sub=Zengmodaleth|rep=True}} |
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Panic! The claws slash at your back and you run. Faster and faster you flee, slavering maws snapping at your heels! You hear them yowling and chittering, scurrying along on too many limbs, calling to one another as they coordinate, herding, approaching on your left, and you duck, sliding under a narrow opening, your lungs burning for air as you run, run faster than you have ever run before. You round a bend and something rakes across your leg, and you feel your blood flowing freely. A doorway appears before you and you leap, covering your head and face, and as you smash through a wall of crystal you begin to fall. |
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Spinning around surrounding by reflective fragments, you watch as the door recedes and snarling forms peek through, howling. |
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You fall, and the stars burn around you. |
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You fall, and your reflections begin to smirk. |
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The vision fades. |
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Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and blood-red snow streams around you, muting all sound with a gentle hiss. A brilliant line of blinding white sparks etch a complex diagram in the ground, a wide circle criss-crossed with harsh lines and intersected curves. As the diagram forms, waves of heat rise, and after a moment, the sparks cease, and the heat intensifies, melting the snow into a torrential rain. Suddenly a squad of figures in golden plate rush to the diagram's perimeter, forming an inward facing shield wall, shouting at you to run. The ground shakes. |
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One of the figures rushes forward, knocking you clean off your feet. The figure rolls over you, grabbing you like a doll, and throws you over his brethren's shield wall. As you sail through the air, you catch a glimpse of a spiraling column of fire, immolating the kneeling figure, his grin and wink visible as his flesh blackens and chars. The vision fades. |
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|sub=The Bulwark|rep=True}} |
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You find yourself diving in shallow waters, swimming among corals and neon fish. The hot sun beats down, and an octopus flashes green and red before darting away. As you explore the waters, a large leafy seahorse with an array of bizarre colors and flowing stripes seems to take interest, squaring off towards you and extending rippled fins disguised as grasses. Its throat expands and contracts in a strange display. Suddenly it spits a tight jet of blue fluid at you, which strikes your chest and slowly dissipates. |
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Your heart begins to race, and your limbs feel heavy. |
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The colors begin to laugh. |
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The seahorse blurs as it conjoins into the spaces between the waves, and the sun is so loud because it calls across the distance, rudely interrupting the moons, so rude, so very rude. |
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The seahorse shakes its head, a denial, refusing the unasked but always implied question. It swims off, and your heart slows a little. The vision fades. |
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Revision as of 19:22, 18 January 2022
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This list includes visions from the Moon mage event prediction ability experienced in 2022.
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.
2022
Date and Time: 1/18/2022 | |
You find yourself standing on the deck of a ship, gently rocking on easy waters and light winds under a clear night sky, constellations twinkling above. A hatch opens with a loud *clang* and a man with pale skin and a broad figure stomps onto the deck, wearing multiple belts strung with blocks of lead and thick metal boots. With slow, laborious steps, the man walks to the edge of the boat, and cupping his hands skyward, basks in a cascade of starlight, which coalesces into a shell around him. After briefly checking the integrity of his armored suit, he sits on the railing and looks directly at you.
"They would ask forgiveness. We seek what is ours," he says as he rolls backwards, falling into the waters and sinking like a stone. You watch the faint glow of his crystal-encased form vanish into the depths, blinking in confusion as the reflection of the stars above blossom with novas, and the constellations skew madly. The vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Traders | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 1/18/2022 | |
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself clinging awkwardly to a writhing web of electricity. To your surprise, the lightning appears to be solid and holds your weight, though it moves chaotically, connections forming and separating before your eyes. As you climb along the strange landscape, you feel yourself pulled towards a collection of strands that seem to converge at a cocoon of densely wrapped electricity. As you pause to investigate the object, the web begins to vibrate, and a large multi-limbed being made of shivering arcs of electricity scurries towards you, effortlessly flowing along and through the lightning webbing. Pausing before you, the creature unfolds several extra crackling limbs, and seems to study you for a long moment. The nearby cocoon twitches suddenly, the creatures loses interest in you, and the vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Zengmodaleth | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 1/18/2022 | |
Panic! The claws slash at your back and you run. Faster and faster you flee, slavering maws snapping at your heels! You hear them yowling and chittering, scurrying along on too many limbs, calling to one another as they coordinate, herding, approaching on your left, and you duck, sliding under a narrow opening, your lungs burning for air as you run, run faster than you have ever run before. You round a bend and something rakes across your leg, and you feel your blood flowing freely. A doorway appears before you and you leap, covering your head and face, and as you smash through a wall of crystal you begin to fall.
Spinning around surrounding by reflective fragments, you watch as the door recedes and snarling forms peek through, howling. You fall, and the stars burn around you. You fall, and your reflections begin to smirk. The vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 1/18/2022 | |
Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and blood-red snow streams around you, muting all sound with a gentle hiss. A brilliant line of blinding white sparks etch a complex diagram in the ground, a wide circle criss-crossed with harsh lines and intersected curves. As the diagram forms, waves of heat rise, and after a moment, the sparks cease, and the heat intensifies, melting the snow into a torrential rain. Suddenly a squad of figures in golden plate rush to the diagram's perimeter, forming an inward facing shield wall, shouting at you to run. The ground shakes.
One of the figures rushes forward, knocking you clean off your feet. The figure rolls over you, grabbing you like a doll, and throws you over his brethren's shield wall. As you sail through the air, you catch a glimpse of a spiraling column of fire, immolating the kneeling figure, his grin and wink visible as his flesh blackens and chars. The vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: The Bulwark | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 1/18/2022 | |
You find yourself diving in shallow waters, swimming among corals and neon fish. The hot sun beats down, and an octopus flashes green and red before darting away. As you explore the waters, a large leafy seahorse with an array of bizarre colors and flowing stripes seems to take interest, squaring off towards you and extending rippled fins disguised as grasses. Its throat expands and contracts in a strange display. Suddenly it spits a tight jet of blue fluid at you, which strikes your chest and slowly dissipates.
Your heart begins to race, and your limbs feel heavy. The colors begin to laugh. The seahorse blurs as it conjoins into the spaces between the waves, and the sun is so loud because it calls across the distance, rudely interrupting the moons, so rude, so very rude. The seahorse shakes its head, a denial, refusing the unasked but always implied question. It swims off, and your heart slows a little. The vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |