Moon Mage vision list 2020
This list includes visions from the Moon mage event prediction ability experienced in 2020.
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.
2020
| Date and Time: 06/25/2020 | |
| You blink as a man approaches and smiles. He begins patting his vest, looking for something, and says, "Wait, I know it was... just a moment please", and continues rummaging through his clothing. As he shakes his cloak, you can hear the gentle tinkle of metal, and the man removes various keys, scrutinizing each before putting it into a different pocket and continuing his search.
"Sorry, sorry, I swear I had it a moment ago," he says, "Just, sorry, I know its here somewhere." Crouching down, he pulls off a boot, and hopping awkwardly, upends it, pouring a shocking number of keys onto the ground. The stream continues, until they form a tiny mound and the man replaces the boot, kneels, and begins sorting through the pile. Grabbing one, he excitedly shouts with joy and turns to you, proffering the nondescript key. Suddenly, he frowns and vanishes without a trace, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
| Date and Time: 06/25/2020 | |
| You hear deafening waves, and the briny smell of sea spray fills your nostrils. You find yourself standing on a long dock made of atramentous wood, dark green waters churning and frothing as the winds buffet white caps and scatter misty foam across the walkway. At the end of the dock you see an enormous lighthouse, stretching high into the sky as it casts slowly spinning twin spears of radiant light into the distance. As you walk down the dock, the storm intensifies, and torrents of water stream back and forth across your path. Nearing the lighthouse, you see a thin door, and after a moment of struggling with the secure latch, you shove your way inside.
The sounds of the raging waters and storm muffled through the thick stone walls of the lighthouse, you find yourself surrounded by gloom, panting as you wring saltwater from your clothes. A voice calls out, "I knew you'd make it here sooner or later. We have so much to discuss.", and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
| Date and Time: 06/25/2020 | |
| A region of space before you begins to roil and twist violently, casting bizarre reverse rainbows and delayed reflections in every direction. The anomaly rips open with a loud rumble. Your prophetic senses reel with a confusing panoply of mixed possibility, stretching not merely forward, but also sideways, the plucked web reverberating with a deep and resonant tone that suffuses you with overwhelming nausea. You lose your balance. Your grasp of tomorrow and what is to come mutates, filled with contextless whispers from stars that have seen what never was.
You begin to press your hands into your eyes to block out the maddening visuals, screaming to drown out the babble. Suddenly the anomaly shatters, the fragments evaporating, and the vision fades as you are left panting and unsteady. | |
| Possible Subjects: Prediction | Repeat: True |
| Date and Time: 06/25/2020 | |
| A busy market unfolds around you, shouting merchants and laughing patrons jostling and negotiating. Two women examine a bolt of fabric, discussing the weave and color, clearly impressed with the product. One woman smiles at the other, and says "Thank you for your observations. You have a good eye for quality."
The other woman returns the smile, replying "My pleasure. I'm glad I was able to help you decide!" The first woman pays for the cloth and leaves the shop. Her head suddenly jerks awkwardly, as if listening to something in the distance. Carrying the bolt, she leaves the market, passing through the town gate and traveling down the trade road for some time. Arriving at a darkened cave, the woman lays the bolt on a sturdy table and bows respectfully. A figure emerges from the cave holding a strange looking fetish and looks over the cloth a moment before nodding a dismissal to the woman, as the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Risen | Repeat: True |
| Date and Time: 05/27/2020 | |
| Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself standing on a precipice overlooking a roaring ocean of tumultuous energy, written in a symbols and logic that you cannot comprehend. Lightning endlessly crackles nearby, violently lashing the air and raking across the metallic structures jutting around you. You are deafened with the deluge of noise, the charge in the air palpable.
After a moment of blinking away the sensory overload, you realize you are standing next to a tall figure obscured in the conflicting light of this place, their head held high as they peer into the distance. The figure gives a slight "tut" as they shake their head, and with a series of swift motions, begins weaving sparking runes into the air before them. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Warrior Mage | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 05/27/2020 | |
| A windswept mountain steppe unfolds around you, the air chill and bone-dry. A muscular alfar is chained to a rock face, bruised and battered, vestigial wings broken and mutilated. Straining against the manacles and screaming obscenities at the sky, the alfar leans forward, and as the irons cut into the creature's wrists, its arms and shoulders ripple as it howls. The piton securing the chain begins to flex. Long cracks begin to stretch outward from where it was hammered into the stone wall, blood flowing across the alfar's fists.
With a screech of tortured metal and the splintering of rock, the alfar lurches forward, racing to a prone figure nearby. Tears streaming from its enormous eyes, the alfar turns over the body of an Elothean woman and gently cradles her in its bloodied arms. Her eyes stare at the sky lifelessly, her face pale above a deep gouge that nearly severs her head from her body. The alfar continues to scream, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Empath | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 05/27/2020 | |
| You find yourself in a softly lit chapel, torches casting dancing shadows along the walls and the muted sounds of birds nesting in the rafters. The door slowly swings open, rusty hinges protesting loudly, and a disfigured scholar strides in, limping slightly, though his held high. He drops a severed cinderbeast head upon the chapel's altar, and with a grimace, falls to his knees and begins to pray. The altar shifts imperceptibly and the offering erupts into blue flames which quickly consume it entirely, though the man does not appear to have received the answer he sought.
Wincing, he rises to his feet and begins to clean the altar, humming softly to himself. When finished, he looks at his knife a long moment, and shakes his head in disgust. He turns to leave, and you notice a glassy pond outside the chapel, reflecting the sun. The scholar closes the door behind him, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Necromancers | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 05/27/2020 | |
| You find yourself staring at a barren tree, branches sagging with frost as it sways in the breeze, creaking as it stirs. As you look closer, you notice a multitude of fist-sized crystalline cocoons strung along the branches, each occasionally twitching and shifting slightly. An icy wind howls, and the cocoons begin to chirrup slightly, elongating and straining as something within pushes against the inside. A long split appears on one of the cocoons, and a large moth crawls outward, spreading transparent wings that shimmer with glassy iridescence. The moth fans the wings, stretching its proboscis and limbs, and as the wings take shape, the fluid within begins to freeze and crackle.
The moth turns suddenly, noticing you, and flies forward at breathtaking speed, jagged forelimbs outstretched. You shout in surprise, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 05/27/2020 | |
| You feel the strong sun on your face, and smell the salt of the sea overlaid with the scent of rich vegetation and volcanic soil. Wandering amidst the warm streets and brightly colored shops, you stop before a stall selling paper bags filled with candied almonds and dried cherries. A rat cautiously creeps from a sewer grate and makes a dash for some fallen discards. With a tiny *squeek!* of joy, the rat quickly stuffs a few almonds into its mouth as it scampers back to the sewer grate.
You find yourself following the rat as it winds through tunnels and overflow piping, when suddenly, a clawed hand snatches it midleap, and a maw of yellowed, broken fangs tears the rat in half with a quick bite. A lone almond falls to the muck below, and the crunching of bone echoes around the dripping dark. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 05/03/2020 | |
| A windswept mountain steppe unfolds around you, the air chill and bone dry. You see a double ring of soldiers -- shield wardens in the middle, crossbowmen on the outside -- their attention focused inward. At the center of the ring kneels a thin Elothean woman with greying hair, bleeding heavily but surrounded by over a dozen unconscious soldiers. An alfar warrior stands next to her brandishing a blade, turning to keep an eye on the encroaching ring, one hand protectively on her shoulder.
"We must flee," the alfar hisses. "The battle is lost." The woman takes a long breath, and stands. Her wounds knit, and she assumes a rigid pose. A dozen crossbows sing, and her form blurs as she catches a bolt in mid air, dancing away from the rest, the alfar snapping the sword to parry the remainder. Another volley flies, and several bolts bury themselves in the woman's chest and back. The alfar shouts in rage, the woman sinks to her knees, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Empath | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 04/29/2020 | |
| Your vision fades, revealing a large crystalline spire. Howling winds accompany the call thousands of whispers, as formless fragments of starlight and shadow coalesce from emptiness, rippling in waves resembling states of consciousness. Spirits assemble, speaking in incoherent tongues, slowly circling the object as it shatters. Cracks reveal myriad shattered futures, rent from their point of origin and twisting outward into a web woven from waxing ethereal threads, branching outward to resemble a tree. Two moons stand full, keeping watch above this newly-grown structure, as the din of whispers turns to silence, awaiting you to water its roots. Slowly, your sight returns to normal. | |
| Possible Subjects: Nomads of the Arid Steppe | Repeat: None, global vision |
| Date and Time: 04/27/2020 | |
| You see yourself in an opulent hall, walls bedecked with ornamentation and splendor. Two voices echo through the cavernous chamber. The first resounds, "I argue that the Negotiants have acquiesced to the boundary lines contract rules and must now be estopped from arguing otherwise. We have upheld the terms of the contract, and now we require more." The second is a detached atonal otherworldly hum, echoing in your mind -- "The terms remain. It would be wise to not endeavor to renegotiate, lest we relinquish our gifts."
Undeterred, the first begins retorting, his voice elevating in frustration and demands, until it descends to match the same droning, lifeless pitch, finishing by muttering about bifurcated polynomial space. The voice falls to silence, accompanied by a lifeless thud echoing throughout the halls, and your vision returns. | |
| Possible Subjects: Negotiants | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 04/27/2020 | |
| You see a wide open plain, featureless save for a circle of hideously twisted warriors standing shoulder to shoulder. Their carapace armor is cracked and slagged, though their bone shields and monstrously spiked weapons are still held firmly. The land around them is raked with black burns, molten stone bubbling as it rapidly cools. The yawning void in the midst screams in rage, and tentacles made of smoke and claw flail outward, latching onto the warriors backs and pulsating grotesquely. The warriors shiver in delight and seem to grow, their armor mending and sprouting spines, their shields and weapons swirling with malevolent energies. The horizon fills with rising points of brilliant golden light, and the warriors snarl in anticipation. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 04/27/2020 | |
| Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and a screaming wind scatters jagged shards of ice across your face. A massive figure in golden plate steps in front of you and raises a tower shield, bracing her shoulder against the onslaught. Icicles and hoarfrost accumulate on the edges of the shield, and she leans forward, grunting with effort. Glancing around, you see hundreds of other figures in golden plate, leaning into tower shields against the winds, many guarding cowering and helpless people.
The wind begins to intensify, and the figure roars in fury, her armored boots gouging deep tracks into the rocky ground. You see other figures blown backwards, those they protected freezing solid and shattering into bloody crystal. The figure slams her shield into the ground and a crackling mess of ice shatters against her bascinet, tearing the helm off. Looking back at you, her smirks despite a broken nose, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 04/27/2020 | |
| You see a wide bank along a mighty riverway and watch as a small bat lands on a nearby branch. Hanging from its perch, the bat begins to chitter at you.
"Most unwise, but they were warned," the bat says. "He did all he could do." A large eel uncoils from the river and rears above the water. It seems to appraise the bat for a long moment before sliding back into the waters. Nothing obvious happens for a long moment. Suddenly the entire river erupts with electricity, bolts of green and blue jaggedly ripping across the surface of the waters, writhing along the riverbank, spooling into balls of spindly white lightning that spit violent sparks before bouncing around and dissipating. In the distance, a generous laugh can be heard, and the bat, unharmed, flies away. As the vision begins to fade, dead fish start to float to the surface of the river. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 04/27/2020 | |
| You see a disfigured scholar standing before the gates of Riverhaven, looking with his one remaining eye to the east. He raises a blackened, withered fist to the heavens and offers a silent prayer, seeming to grow in strength and resolve. Cupping his palm slightly, an orange light flickers around his head and begins to follow him. A large wasp lands on his shoulder and begins grooming itself. The scholar pauses and allows the insect to crawl onto his palm. He watches the wasp scurrying over his hand and after a moment, slowly crushes it. The wasp offers no resistance and seems to sigh in relief as it dies, and orange light flares with brilliance. The scholar marches into the swamp, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Redeemed | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 03/30/2020 | |
| You are surrounded by darkness, able to make out only a faint dripping and the scent of damp stone. A light bobbles in the distance, and as it approaches, a voice shouts out, "Hey! Over here! This way!". You find yourself being led by strong calloused hands through an array of tunnels. After some time, you enter a large open chamber, and the miner leads you to the far wall. The rock is speckled with softly glowing crystal, flickering with light other than the miner's headlamp. The miner nudges you to get your attention and flips a small rock into the wall, which is slowly absorbed and vanishes without a trace.
"Yup. Anything goes in, but nothing comes back," the miner says. "And here we wait." The miner shrugs, though their eyes begin to glow softly, like the crystal in the wall, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 03/30/2020 | |
| You find yourself encased in a crystalline cocoon, unharmed but restrained by glass-like tendrils that worm their way into your flesh. You scan over your body and see nodes of brilliant light placed at various points beneath your flesh. You look around, and squinting through the hazy diffraction of the walls of your cocoon, you make out an endless row of cocoons with various forms held within. Whispered voices, scared and confused, begin to echo around you, and your visual sensorium begins to become overlaid with additional inputs -- those of other individuals similarly trapped within their own cocoons. A thousand hands explore the walls of their prison, a chorus of anxious voices begins to clamor, and through it all, a complex series of manifolds rearranges itself, the continuous, homeomorphic deformation encompassing a derived spatial projective. Suddenly, the cocoon begins to fracture, and your find yourself blinking in confusion as the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 03/30/2020 | |
| You see a large man working before a hot oven. Sliding a long paddle into the opening, he carefully removes a perfect loaf of bread. Frowning as he investigates his handiwork, he juggles the still-hot loaf a moment before tapping the bottom a few times and listening carefully. He smiles, places the bread on the counter, and peers into the oven a moment. Standing tall, he wipes his hands on his apron, and takes a seat as he begins humming softly. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 03/30/2020 | |
| You see a parched field, scattered with scrub and dried grass. A few sparrows fruitlessly pick around the dirt, chirruping at one another occasionally. As the sun soars overhead, the earth begins to crack, and a single point high in the sky begins to descend. As it grows, it unfurls long green vines, and reaching for the ground, slowly drifts downward. As the trailing vines touch the dried field, they burrow deeply and begin to thicken, pulling down a large sphere of foliage, which despite being tethered, continues to hover, bobbing softly in the breeze. The sparrows begin to explore the strange plant, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 03/30/2020 | |
| You hear the faint ringing of fine bells, and see an ephemeral woman made of silvery blue light floating in the distance. Her face is rapturous, and she soars along at breathtaking speed, half a dozen orbs of similarly silver-blue light floating around her head. She slows a moment and rears back, her fists held before her, and arching her head back she silently screams to the skies. The orbs begin to grow in size and intensity, and as one, erupt into a multitude of brilliant golden beams of radiant energy. The woman vanishes behind the blinding light, a second sun erupting far above as the beams begin to rake the land, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 03/01/2020 | |
| You see a man unfurl a length of tapestry from a loom and pause to examine it. He holds the fabric between his arms, scanning along its length, examining every inch of the complex weave. As he progresses, the material begins to fade, losing coherency as it becomes transparent, ephemeral. Before long, the man is holding nothing but air, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 03/01/2020 | |
| You find yourself deep underground, surrounded by the oppressive weight of the chill air and echoing dripping of damp stone walls. An enormous door of kertig and banded bronze is closing as giant gears churn, and astonishingly, a massive figure in golden plate braces in the mantle, holding the doors open, slowing their closure. Beyond the doors cowers a family of weeping refugees, dirty and frail, and far behind them, skittering forms of tooth and claw race forward. The massive figure shouts at the family, urging them to run faster, and her strength begins to waver as the doors begin to close. As the monstrous forms draw near, the figure grits her teeth with the effort, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 03/01/2020 | |
| You see a wide open plain, featureless save for a circle of warriors standing shoulder to shoulder. Their forms are twisted, hideously contorted, and a dark miasma streams from their bodies, pouring from the gaps in their armor. A yawning void pulsates and crackles in their midst, full of barely visible gaping maws and clawing horrors. A loud series of explosions can be heard in the distance, and the horizon fills with rising points of brilliant golden light. Soaring high into the sky, the sparkling lights hang for a moment and begin to coalesce. The figures smirk, raising shields made of writhing carapace and twisted space, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 03/01/2020 | |
| A windswept mountain steppe unfolds around you, the air chill and bone dry. A thin Elothean woman stands atop a boulder, her graying hair and fading robes a sign of the time that has passed. Her posture is unchanged -- rigid and impassive, she watches the distance. At her side, a muscular alfar warrior sits cross-legged, casually sharpening a long black blade with a whetstone. The woman leans forward and frowns, the wrinkles of her face -- evidence of the mountain air and sun having left their mark on her -- deepening as she squints and peers into the distance. The warrior pauses and without looking up says, "Just some horses. Come, lets get some tea?"
The woman blinks a moment, shakes her head slightly, and stands tall again as the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 03/01/2020 | |
| A tall woman leans forward and grabs your hand. She smells of honey and fresh ginger, and the terror in her face is unmistakable. She yanks a locket from around her neck, snapping the fine silver chain, and presses it into your palm. The locket opens with a soft click, and blue motes of light begin to spiral outward. The woman looks relieved for a moment, then erupts into flames, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 02/22/2020 | |
| You feel a deep chill in the air as the world melts away around you and all you see is a massive dragon soaring high above the clouds, bits of ice and frost shedding from its body with every mighty wing stroke forward. One of the errant shards begins to dance hypnotically through the air, spinning, twisting, and twirling upon a wild course as it falls toward the ground below. You wince and shield your face just as the shard of frost is about to pierce your eye, and a feminine laughter rings in your ears! You finally open your eyes to find that the vision has faded and the world returns to what it was before. | |
| Possible Subjects: Dragon | Repeat: False |
| Date and Time: 02/02/2020 | |
| You see a vast open vista, salt flats stretching to the horizon, reflecting the sun in a vast expanse of white glare beneath a cloudless pale blue sky. Everything is still and silent, when suddenly a man and a woman sprint by, nearly nude save simple flowing wraps. Both are barefoot, their calloused feet pounding into the salty ground leaving crackled footprints, a cloud of dust billowing in their wake. Neither passes the other, and sweat pours from their flowing hair and long limbs. They heave, their breaths in rhythm, and their hearts beat steadily, furiously. Muscles strain, tendons creak, and still they pound forward, eyes wide and faces grim. The man begins to falter and pulls a vial from his belt, and without missing stride, drinks it in full. He grimaces, clenching his teeth as blood begins to stream from his nose, but he surges forward and matches the woman's pace. They continue to run, and the sun burns overhead. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 02/02/2020 | |
| A battle rages all around you, the clash of steel and magic tearing flesh and rending the sky. Blood soaks the mud, and the screams of the wounded mix freely with the howls of the frenzied. A phalanx of wardens standing shoulder to shoulder leans into their tower shields, grimacing against a river of fire and shadow that breaks against their barrier. Initially deflected by the shield wall, glowing fragments of sparking metal trace flaming arcs in the air. One by one, the wardens' shields fail, and they are incinerated, flashes of outlined skeletons disintegrating to ash. You crouch in their wake next to a crystalline globe filled with a murky fluid, wrapped in wire and connected to a series of conduits. One of the wardens looks back at you, wide eyed, and screams "Now! Do it now!"
You realize you are holding a small, crackling piece of metal, which you slam into the globe. The globe erupts in uncoiling energies and no-color, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 02/02/2020 | |
| A windswept mountain steppe unfolds around you, the air chill and bone dry. Half a dozen soldiers lie on the ground, groaning as they rub bruised ribs or cradle dislocated shoulders, their weapons shattered around them and their armor torn from their bodies. A thin Elothean woman stands rigidly next to a muscular alfar warrior, and together they look down at a tall man with a broad frame. A bruise is slowly blossoming across his eye, and his pauldron bears the emblem of a captain.
"Turn back. There is nothing for you here," the alfar warrior states. "Do not return. We will always guard these mountains." The captain stands with a groan, turns to help his soldiers, and they begin limping back down the steppe. The woman and the alfar warrior watch them go, and after a long while, the alfar begins to snicker as it playfully shoves at the woman. She does not yield, though the corner of her mouth betrays the barest hint of a smile. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 02/02/2020 | |
| A massive tree erupts from the ground, steel, stone, and fire wrapped into a triple-helix trunk that unfurls into an expansive canopy. To the east, a crackling red storm swirls into an immense tornado, slamming into the ground and opening before you, a tunnel of chaos and lightning revealing a massive slab of iron. To the north, an angled ziggurat towers into the sky, warring light and shadow rippling across its steps and altars. To the west, an endless desert, featureless save for a single pinpoint of light in the distance. A battered wasp lands on the tree's trunk and examines its surroundings before flying east. The storm rages, and after a long moment, the screaming begins. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 02/02/2020 | |
| Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and a howling wind spatters hot, fetid blood across your face. A towering wall appears before you and erupts into a mass of screaming multi-limbed bodies, skittering with wing and claw. The tide of forms rushes forward in throes of rage, and a massive figure in golden plate shoves you back. The wind plinks against her armor, sending sparks as rock and shard bounces off breastplate and helm. The figure stands tall, fearless, focused, and you catch a glimpse of her face, eyes closed, a half smirk gracing scarred lips.
As she turns to the onslaught, she slams her broadsword against her tower shield in challenge, roaring in fury. Swinging a rainbowed arc of radiant light as she runs ahead, she shows no mercy as she practices her craft, carving a vicious arc of smoke and shattered glass. As the figure dances behind shield and blade, she begins to glow with luminescent white light. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 01/23/2020 | |
| You see a twisted, grotesque, vaguely feminine form with three arms spread wide in challenge. Scars and burns mar her form, and her third arm terminates in a thin but razor-sharp bony claw. Two pairs of small, translucent wings crisscrossed with veins and boney protrusions sprout from her back, occasionally twitching in agitation, and her black and cracked lips stretch over a wide maw, which she periodically unhinges to reveal three rows of needle-like teeth.
Her five gleaming yellow eyes narrow and stare directly at you, and she begins to smile. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 01/23/2020 | |
| You hear the sounds of a busy workshop, a team of craftsmen working on looms which methodically clack as the heddles shift back and forth and the beater pounds the fabric. The warp appears threaded with fine metallic thread, while the shuttles appear wound in softly glowing fiber. As the tapestry grows, a shifting mosaic pattern emerges, pulsing with chaotic and ominous geometries. The craftsmen periodically pause and call out in alarm, pointing at a new form or remarking on a strange quirk of the piece. As the finished product gathers onto rollers, you notice the edges crackling angrily, bending space and leaving jagged edges of reality. The craftsmen continue their work, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 01/23/2020 | |
| You blink, and before you crouches a strange creature with six muscular arms, embracing itself and wiping its face as it weeps. Brilliant silver streams from the creatures face, glistening in flows along its muscular torso, down its legs, and pooling around its feet. As the silver pool grows, strange ripples skitter across its surface, crisscrossing in complex interference patterns.
The creature continues to weep, the pool grows and grows, and gradually, streams begin branching outward and carving a pattern across an unseen surface, illuminating the landscape. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 01/23/2020 | |
| You see a disfigured scholar kneeling before an altar, the chapel dark save for a single torch providing flickering light. The scholar's features are a mess of scars, a triple line raked across his brow and cheek, and a simple linen patch covers one eye. His right hand is locked in a tight fist, gray skinned and streaked with black veins. The scholar prays fervently, prostrating himself before the altar as he beseeches the Immortals for forgiveness. The altar shifts imperceptibly, and the scholar gasps. He draws a simple knife from his belt, and without hesitation, places it on the altar. The pupil of his remaining eye dilates and he looks around in wonder, and the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 01/04/2020 | |
| You find yourself looking up at a brilliant star scape, the three moons high in the sky. The broad faces of Xibar and Yavash cast an almost blinding purple that competes with the dull shadowy haze of Katamba's face. A meteor streaks across the sky, shattering as it etches a long arc above, the pieces further fragmenting as they spread, a celestial fractal etched across the sky. Over the course of long moments, they slow to a gradual stop and hover in place, cooling from a sharp yellow through a dull red, and finally dimming, nearly invisible next to the blackness beyond. Against the inky backdrop, dozens of points can be vaguely seen slowly descending, spiraling and darting back and forth. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 01/04/2020 | |
| You see a broad dock and a riverboat captain presenting paperwork to a custom inspector. The inspector peruses the list and shakes his head, and begins to argue with the captain about the bill of goods, claiming that inventory is not properly accounted for. The captain calmly listens to the inspectors claims, and then she holds up a single hand to silence him.
"I've seen this routine before, inspector," she says, "so let's skip it and you tell me how much you need to allow me to unload here." The inspector snarls, produces a vial of naphtha, and as the captain goes wide-eyed, tosses the naphtha casually onto the deck of the vessel, causing it to explode with a flat *woomph*. As the flames begin to consume the boat, the vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 01/04/2020 | |
| A cool wind caresses your face, carrying the scent of crisp autumn dry grass and hard earth. An open field stretches before you, glistening with morning frost, and the bright sun burns in the pale blue sky. To the distant west, a storm cloud gathers, and the air begins to smell of rain. You reach down, and gather a fist full of dirt, letting it fall between your fingers and scatter in the breeze. The vision fades. | |
| Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: Unknown |
| Date and Time: 01/04/2020 | |
| You are surrounded by darkness, the musty scent of hewn rock and damp air filling your nostrils. A flint is struck, and a torch flares with light, revealing a massive cave, the bare rock walls and ceiling disappearing beyond the small circle of illumination. You are circled by robed figures, their faces obscured by masks made of bramble and clay, streaked with stark white paint. The figure holding the torch steps forward, touches your forehead, and the ground begins to ripple like water. Suddenly, you fall, submerged in gloom. From the depths you flail, reaching upward for air, and you watch as the figures begin to one by one walk away from the light, until your lungs burn and only the torchbearer remains. Tilting its head curiously, the figure snuffs the torch against the flowing ground, and there is only darkness. Air suddenly fills your lungs and with a shuddering breath, the vision fades. | |
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| Date and Time: 01/04/2020 | |
| You find yourself in a broad tent, a ring of enormous warriors gathered around a low smoldering fire. Adorned in blood red paints and animal pelts, crisscrossed with rippling scars and burns, each carries a weapon in their calloused hands. They argue, shouting and swearing in foreign tongues, gesturing threats and spitting into the fire. A heavy rain can be heard outside, the staccato hammering on the tent surging and ebbing like a heartbeat, though not loud enough to drown out the argument unfolding before you.
A child walks in, wearing nothing but a hide loincloth, his thin body and bloodied knuckles seemingly out of place among these giants. He holds up a hand and the warriors immediately fall silent. The rain continues to thunder against the tent as the child softly begins to tell a tale, and the vision fades. | |
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