Moon Mage vision list 2021

This list includes visions from the Moon mage event prediction ability experienced in 2021.

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.

2021

Date and Time: 6/17/2021
You see a squad of monstrous figures encircling an endless void. Their scarred armor grows ever more fearsome, fed by inky tendrils extending from the yawning violation they guard. They slam wicked weapons against massive shields in challenge and form an impenetrable shield wall, and after a moment, several flickers of golden light rake across the area, blasting the ground to slag but deflecting off the figures' shields. The brilliant bombardment ceases, and the figures snarl. The tendrils pulse, and the figures grow ever larger. An undeniable but somehow comforting weight begins to press down over the area. The figures glance upward in confusion, and suddenly, slam to the ground under an oppressive force. Their armor begins to scream and hiss as the figures strain against an invisible weight, and their bones begin to break. Still, the pressure continues, and coughing ichorous blood, the figures are crushed, the tendrils withering. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 6/17/2021
Your vision fades. You watch as a massive figure stands over a field of corpses, draped in tattered black rags. Dessicated corpses are strewn about the ground. He leans over a large claymore, spattered in blood, oblivious to a crown of stars that now rests upon his head. He turns toward you, his maw gaping and slack, empty eyes staring directly in your direction! "First-Name Last-Name," he addresses you directly. "You will become One with Them. You will welcome Them as they crown themselves Lords of this word! You will be the road of broken bones that pave Their entry to this world." He hefts the weapon with ease, and takes a step forward, a multitude of voices searing into your mind! You witness untold devastation before you in every direction, a bleak and cracked wasteland paved with shattered, ossified fragments. With a jolt and a lingering sensation of dread, your vision returns to normal.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 6/17/2021
A large ballroom sprawls around you, beautiful crystalline chandeliers sparkling above, drinking in the soft light. A massive fireplace roars against one wall, a focal point for a crowd of immaculately dressed individuals in jeweled masquerade masks. They talk amicably, chuckling around expensive drinks in fine glasses. Suddenly, a man leans dramatically to one side, grasping at the empty air for purchase, and remarkably, finding it. As one hand grasps and holds nothingness, the other hand is pulled to the floor, and he is yanked in either direction, his shoulders popping. The hand holding onto thin air begins to stretch, flowing like water, and countless smaller hands sprout from his arm and spiral outward, clinging to the air. Wrenching free, the appendages are unable to hold on, and he is pulled down into the ground which swallows him like water. Silence fills the hall, but as one, the guests resume their conversations. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 6/17/2021
You find yourself seated on warm sand, the soothing hiss of the surf nearby. A warm fire crackles before you, and a smiling man plays a lyre, a soothing but sad tune that winds between the sounds of the ocean. The man takes his time building the chorus, and after a few repetitions, you find yourself humming along. You begin to relax and feel the stars burning above, twinkling along with the music. Another melody begins to build, discordant and jangling chaotically. Suddenly, one of the lyre strings snaps, and the man frowns as he creatively plays around the gap. The second melody grows louder, and the stars begin to crackle, snarling with malice. The fire *pops* loudly, a trail of embers dances into the sky, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 6/17/2021
Your vision fades. Atop a throne of desiccated corpses on a desolate, black-sanded landscape, a tiny husk of an otherworldly creature glances at you from a makeshift throne of skulls, her large, curving horns seemingly unwieldy on such a tiny frame. Leathery wings extend from her back as they stretch widely, easily spanning triple the diminutive height. She hops down from the pile on cloven feet, settling above the mutilated body of a Human. The twisted creature lifts a taloned hand to draw her own eye patch upward -- revealing a slitted orange eye with a pulsing glow. She stares into the distance, as if observing something not quite visible, and issues a command to something indiscernible on the horizon. Your vision returns to normal.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/18/2021
You find yourself above the ocean, and far below, a fleet of ships are engaged in fierce battle, swarming with sailors as they fight for positioning. A barrage of scattershot, fire, ice, and warped space stream from the ships, and chemical fire blankets the seas. As various artillery fire streaks past you, a winged figure zips upward, carrying a struggling sailor. Tossing the sailor like a ragdoll and smirking around sharp teeth, the figure watches as the screaming man plummets to the seas. Tilting her head in confusion, the figure looks directly at you. Moving faster than you can follow, the figure appears directly before you, horrifying and inhuman, and she extends her three arms wide as if to block your escape. "Your stars and moons are not enough, mageling. But that is not the limit of your use..." she says, and all you see are her five eyes, piercing as she reaches, reaches, enfolding you in a gruesome embrace, and suddenly, the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Sivroch	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/18/2021
Digging your feet into the cool sand, the surf swirls around your ankles in trails of foam, and the tang of salt and sea-spray fills your nostrils. Up the coast, a tall lighthouse rises into the sky, twin beams rotating in hues of red and blue twisted with black. As you watch, the lantern rotates faster and faster, spinning until the signal appears as a sheet of light above, blotting out the stars. As if in response, the ocean congeals to a smokey glass. You quickly free your feet and stand atop the now crystalline waters, strolling out to sea. The lighthouse continues to spin, and you walk above the inky depths below a ceiling of coruscating light. As you peer below, unfamiliar constellations begin to twinkle, and a silvery white moons rises across the depths. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/18/2021
A man creeps along the steppe, crouching into tall grass as the wind shifts. Squinting ahead, he keeps a sharp eye on a large ram which skips along the exposed rocks, licking salt from the bare earth. A pair of widely curving horns terminate in wicked points, and the ram's white coat sways in the breeze. Notching an obsidian tipped arrow onto a bow strung with feathers and carved bone totems, the hunter inhales a long, slow breath as he sights along the shaft. The bow string sings, the arrow lands true, and the ram kicks once and falls dead. Placing a hand in respect on the ram's brow, the man bows his head in thanks. The ram's coat begins to shimmer, rippling with starlight. The man makes a long cut and begins field dressing the corpse, oozing cold-white fluid which soaks into the dirt. Lifting the creature's glowing heart, the man takes a bite, and chewing around blood and starlight, gazes at the sky. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/18/2021
A forest spans before you, and suddenly, the ground begins to churn as countless crawling insects erupt from the soft dirt and scamper up the tree trunks. Blanketing the area, they slow to a stop and begin to quiver, each splitting down the back as an adult cicada emerges. Pulsating, they expand, growing to immense proportions before their carapaces harden and their wings dry. Singing as one, a chorus of dull droning begins reverberate throughout the forest, and grows to a deafening cacophony. Ineffectually, you cover your ears, but the sound is overpowering. Grimacing in pain, you begin to run, though the forest is endless, and the cicadas are everywhere. Screaming, you fall to your knees, crunching several cicadas. As one, the swarm goes silent, and though your ears are ringing, the only sound is the breeze stirring the leaves. The cicadas quiver, each splitting down the back as blinding starlight pours forth, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 5/18/2021
You find yourself walking through a hallway, the walls made of sheets of thin paper soaked in noxious fluid. You find an open room, a sheet of paper mounted to a writing desk. You sit and begin to write, telling your story, and after you finish, you hang the paper alongside other stories, and it quickly becomes soaked in oily liquid. "As if that would have been enough," comes a sharp voice behind you, and you whirl around to see a figure obscured by a silvery robe, holding a flint and steel in gloved hands. "Still, an addition." To your horror, the figure strikes the flint, causing a spray of sparks, the erupting ring of fire roaring as it expands to engulf everything in sight. Turning to run, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a sheet dissolving into ash, and make out the line, "-OT HAVE PERMISSION Y-" before you can see nothing but smoke and fire. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/19/2021
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," someone says behind you, and turning around, you see a woman looking down and speaking with a dog. The animal looks up intelligently, head tilting as it listens. "We spend too much time there, need to move around a bit." The dog gives a playful growl, yelping in disagreement. "Well come on, be reasonable. The hauls are nice but we're not exactly operating legally here." The dog barks twice. "The river bend camp is fine. Stop being so dramatic." The dog jumps up and nips at the woman's hand. "Fine, fine! We'll get the jerky you like!" The pair walks on, the dog looking up at the woman and wagging its tail, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/19/2021
Plunged into oppressive humidity, you find yourself wading through waist-deep muck. Something slides along your leg but continues along without disturbing the surface of the water. Pushing through a tangle of vines, you suddenly fall forward, sliding down a wet incline! Hitting the water you surprisingly land on dry ground, look around in confusion, and realize you are at the bottom of a wide bowl-like depression, the water of the swamp a dozen feet above streaming downward and... Raining upward? Following the misty stream as it rises and pours into the sky, you look up. Inverted above, a floating island bears a wide armed willow which dangles long branches down to the swamp. Thick roots protrude from the island and reach for the sky, drinking in the humid air and soaring rain. You hear chanting in guttural gibberish, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/19/2021
Your prophetic senses chaotically howl with a deafening wrongness, and a fetid wind assails your senses, burning your eyes and causing you to retch. There is violation here, forms that defy the possible, creatures made from madness. Tooth and claw, frost and bile, and eyes and steel, and bramble and wire and they come, rending and tearing and howling, and they come, chaos in their wake, and they co- A beacon roars, golden light cascading with clean lines and sharp edges, and it pours forth, shackling the future with its righteous refusal. A beacon roars, golden light cascading with the screams of a soul burning. A beacon roars, golden light cascading from the skies, eradicating and expunging. The sense of wrongness passes, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Paladin	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/19/2021
A couple digs in the soft silt of a riverbank, filling deep wooden buckets with material and carrying them to a nearby operation, and pouring mud and sand into a series of sluices. After a few trips, they scrape the concentrated material, and spread it across a metal tray. With a practiced gesture, they direct a wide burst of flame onto the substrate, gently drying and baking it. They pour the material into a deep cupel, which they place into a steel box. Inhaling deeply, they thrust their hands forward, two fingers pointing, and crackling streams of electricity lash against the steel box, which begins to glow bright white. After some time, they cease the flow of lightning, and gripping the still hot metal, they open the box, revealing a field of stars. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 4/19/2021
A ship sails across calm seas, pursuing a black-sailed vessel. Suddenly, the black sailed vessel banks sharply, and a low-flying figure narrowly misses the hull of the ship, screaming along the surface of the water on insectile wings. The watch cries out, "The once-woman approaches!", but the ship only has moments to react. Splintering the wooden deck as she lands, the hideous figure's five eyes track the squad of marines that rapidly encircle her. She begins to laugh, and her wings blur as she flickers between her opponents. The sprays of arterial blood and severed limbs do not have time to hit the deck before the figure explodes into the sky, carrying a screaming soldier. Some time later, as the ship's surgeon tends to the wounded and dying, a mutilated corpse slams into the deck, and the ship turns from the chase. The black-sailed vessel disappears into an archipelago, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Sivroch, Qi	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/19/2021
A man dressed in fine silk robes and expensive jewelry stands in the center of an immaculately manicured courtyard. Spectacular flowers blossom under the starlight, a fountain burbles peacefully, and brilliant red and white koi lazily swim back and forth. The man produces a clear tessera, which begins to unfurl. The man pauses a moment, listening to the tessera, and nods in acceptance. The tessera briefly chimes and the man gasps in surprise. Eyes wide, he gazes at the night sky, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, and his body begins to glow with starlight. After some time, the night sky begins to soften, the dull grey of dawn peaking over the horizon. The man squints, and recoils in pain, his skin beginning to burn. He quickly runs inside, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Traders, Negotiants	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/19/2021
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you see a tall figure bent over a metallic table fiddling with a sphere composed of interlocking components. Hands held slightly apart, the figure seems to concentrate on the sphere, and with a faint crackle, energies coursing along the various parts, the sphere rises. Spinning rapidly, the sphere all but disappears in a haze of streamer discharge, and the figure nods in approval. Suddenly, a loud *ping!* comes from the sphere, and it begins to shed components in all directions. The figure calmly waves a hand, erecting a shimmering barrier enclosure that flares as it catches each rapidly flung piece. As the figure stands and turns to walk away from the still catastrophically disassembling sphere, you catch a glimpse of his face, his lips and fists clenched in frustration, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/19/2021
A sleek clipper cuts through rough seas, its black sails taut as an Elementalist shapes the winds. A crew of seasoned men and women scamper over the rigging, smoothly making coordinated adjustments and shouting out quick commands to one another. An old Gnome with an eye patch scans the horizon and calls out a heading, and the prow shifts slightly. "Dead churn ahead!" the lookout calls, and small balls of lightning rapidly realign to visibly signal from the crow's nest. In the distance ahead, a whirlpool picks up in ferocity, and a mass of rotting tentacles rises from the waters. A fist sized sphere of fire arcs into the sky and explodes into a cloud of silver smoke. The tentacles recede back into the waters as the whirlpool calms, and the ship sails on. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/19/2021
A blood-soaked field stretches before you, crows feasting on the cold remains of a needless carnage. A thicket of swords plunged blade first into the ground serves as a makeshift fence, and a young boy grimly sets to the task of paying last respects -- carefully sketching the faces of each corpse before affixing the drawing to the hilt of each sword. Where the scavengers have ravaged a face beyond recognition, the boy improvises. After some time, the boy runs out of charcoal and paper, the task incomplete. He falls to his knees, eyes vacant, and reaches for a sword. Gripping the weapon tightly, blood streams from his hands, and he begins to bend the blade, slowly, until the weapon is a ring of sharpened steel. The boy drops the ruined sword, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 3/19/2021
Plunged into oppressive humidity, you find yourself surrounded by bent cypress and beech, dripping with sheets of crone's hair moss. Wading through the murky water, you make steady progress towards a slightly raised bank. Scrambling up the muddy island, you notice a crouched man dressed in rags. The man repeatedly picks up a rock and tosses it out into the swamp, but before striking the water, the rock stops in midair, quivers a moment, and reverses course, right into the hands of the man who deftly catches it. With each repetition, the man berates the rock, scolding it for its impertinence and refusal to behave like a rock. Suddenly freezing, the man turns and notices you, and in one swift motion hurls the rock directly at your head! You fall backwards into the water, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/16/2021
You see a strange city stretching around you, with tall aqueducts staggered by complex canals and locks. Narrow boats pushed by hooded figures with long poles slowly ply the interwoven waterways, and brilliant red banners snap in the stiff breeze, sprayed with the system's waterfalls and overflow. A confused looking man roams the streets, clutching a toy bear and periodically calling for his lost child. Figures turn to glance at him but otherwise ignore his presence. As the man reaches the center of the city, a domed building stretches before him, and he hesitates at the entrance. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/16/2021
You find yourself walking in an endless corridor, the surfaces tiled in equilateral triangles. Spanning to a distant horizon point, the hallway is completely featureless in either direction. In a panic, you begin to run forward, though you can make little sense of the distance or speed you are traveling. After some time, you stop to catch your breath, and bending at the waist, you see notice a slight bulge between the tile. A slim tendril extends between the gap in the tiles, and quickly stretches upward, a single bud bursting and unfurling with a protea flower. Suddenly, the hallway spins, corkscrewing violently and stretching outward, and you feel yourself falling. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/16/2021
You find yourself walking in a humid swamp, the scent of rot and decay a choking miasma. The sounds of wild animals can be heard all around you, a chorus of hooting and growling, but you cannot see signs of any life larger than stinging insects and the occasional ripples across the water. Far behind you, a large wall can be seen, torches dotting the ramparts at regular intervals. You continue into the wilds. After some time, you come to a somewhat elevated clearing with a single tent staked into the muddy ground. Though the canvas is torn, the remains still stand. Loud snorting and muttering can be heard from within, and as you peer into the rent fabric, you see a half-naked figure covered in mud carving ordered lines into its arm and shoulder with a rusty knife. Chanting in guttural gibberish, the figure giggles and cries and shouts at the unseen. Suddenly wheeling around, the figure sees you watching, and with a yowl of anger rushes forward. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/16/2021
You find yourself opening a strange message cylinder and unfurling a short note written on a tight roll of clean parchment. The letter is written in a crisp, exacting hand, though the signature is smudged beyond recognition. "Thank you for the kind words. We do hope you were impressed with the demonstration. Waste not want not, after all. Trees have full bounties this season, due to the heavy spring rains, but the salve is still precious. The permission granted by foals for approach and petting is, of course, contingent on an offering of oats." Unable to make sense of the message, you turn it over, looking for additional clues. The only thing on the other side of the paper is a single and small "2" written in the bottom left corner. You blink in confusion, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 2/16/2021
A bolt of lightning illuminates your surroundings, and you find yourself on a slippery seaside cliff, the ocean hammering the coastline far below, and the rain and wind buffeting you. Out in the distant waters, a small fleet of ships lit with gaethzen prisms sail in formation, firing mangonels and elemental fire, ice, and rock in long high arcs. A small form appears to fly towards the ships, and as it approaches, it unleashes a flurry of crackling green and red energies that slam into the ships, igniting them. You hear the sound of screaming sailors, and the figure continues its massacre. One of the boats begins to splinter, its keel broken, and the fleet retreats, scattering. The figure hovers in midair for a moment and begins to rush towards you. You make out five gleaming eyes, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Sivroch	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/17/2021
The stench of an alley surrounds you, and the raucous laughter of a busy inn comes from nearby. A woman leans against the brick wall of the building, hiding in the shadows as she strains to hear a conversation softly drifting through an open window. Silently, she pulls herself up a ledge and positions herself closer to the window. The door of the inn bursts open and a pair of drunks stumble out, singing and shouting, and they walk into the alley. As they pass directly by the woman, one of the drunks pauses a moment to squint into the shadows, but he does not see her. She holds perfectly still, and they pass without incident. The woman remains at the window a moment, and then suddenly her head jerks awkwardly, as if listening to something in the distance. She drops to the ground without a sound, steps onto the thoroughfare, and continues down the street. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Risen	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/17/2021
You lurch suddenly, finding yourself atop a large galleon under sail breaking through heavy seas. You are surrounded by a din of disciplined nautical chatter and find yourself unable to make sense of what is happening save that the sailors are working at a breakneck pace. Ballistae are being loaded, catapults tensioned, and firing solutions shouted and repeated. Someone calls "Signal port side, 300 yards!" and you see three faint black lines climb into the sky and explode into clouds of smoke, which hang in the air followed shortly by three soft *pops*. Red, blue, red, the clouds begin to slowly disperse. The lookout screams "Sanyu aes! Loose! Loose!", and the deck shudders with the barrage, the sailors immediately beginning the reloading processes. At the ship's prow, two robed figures lay their hands on a large machination of sequential lenses and spined arms, which begins to shift and whine, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/17/2021
A scorching desert spans before you, shimmering air baking salt flats and dead trees. The occasional cactus soars, branching arms topped with bright red and pink blossoms. As the sun mercilessly beats down on you, you see a man wrapped in loose-fitting flowing robes crest a nearby dune. Spotting you, he begins to run with surprising speed down the dune face, waving his arms and shouting in panic. As he gets closer, he draws a primitive weapon made of shards of bone tied to a long club and throws it at you. You step backwards and try and shield yourself with your hands, but the spinning weapon soars inches over your head and with a wet *thunk* slams into something. Turning around in shock, you see a massive centipede writhing in agony, a tangled mass of limbs and wickedly pointed fangs, the spiked club lodged deeply into its head. The man shoves you aside, and leaps for the creature, a long dagger thrust forward, and vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/17/2021
You see a man walking through the forest, gazing around in confusion. He comes across a narrow stream and spots a small, wooden, toy bear and bends down to examine it. Glancing around, he calls out to his child, but hearing no response he pockets the toy and follows the stream. The forest begins to grow more sparsely, and after a moment, he emerges into an open plain, the stream winding between boulders before branching into a delta. A distant city straddles the waters, and the man continues his search. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True

Date and Time: 1/17/2021
You find yourself walking in an endless room, rows of perfectly rectangular plinths stretching to the horizon, each made of the same featureless white stone as the ground. The tall ceiling appears as a perfect opposite -- opposing plinths of featureless black stone pair with their white counterparts below. You walk a while, the perfect geometry conveying your progress toward a heading of nowhere, when you hear a slight *crunch*. Lifting your foot and looking down in surprise, you see a freshly crushed protea blossom. The air begins to fill with a heady, sweet fragrance, and you develop a mild headache. You take a step backwards, but your footfall is muffled by unfolding protea blossoms, slowly erupting from the ground and ceiling, stretching around the plinths. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown	Repeat: True