Moon Mage vision list 2023

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This list includes visions from the Moon mage event prediction ability experienced in 2023.

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.

2023

Date and Time: 1/18/2023
Walking through a broad market, you follow the rich scent of seasoned meat and feel your stomach grumbling. A vendor grins broadly and says something in a language you do not understand, but cheerfully compensates with hand signs and points at a bronze coin nailed to the stall. You look down a moment as you check your pockets, and remove a handful of coins. When you look up, the vendor once again grins broadly, and repeats the same line, and again compensates with the same hand signs and pointing. You slide your own coin across the counter, and the vendor hands you a skewer of savory beef cubes and vegetables. With a nod of gratitude you turn and walk away, but on a whim, turn your head to glance at the vendor. Though no one stands in front of the counter, the vendor grins broadly and repeats the same line, flashes the same hand signs and points at the bronze coin. You continue walking through the market, no longer hungry. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 1/18/2023
An impeccably dressed man pauses before a thick wooden door, gathering his resolve. One hand on the latch, the man takes a steadying breath, listening to the light chatter and muted conversation within. Pushing the door open, he steps into a dimly lit lecture hall which immediately falls silent, row upon row filled with robed figures wearing featureless black porcelain masks inlaid with platinum filigree. At the center of the stage stands a single podium and a blackboard, and the man strides forward, head held high, his upstage fist clenched tightly, his downstage hand swaying casually. He does not glance at the audience. When he reaches the podium he fixes his eyes on a spot beyond the audience, above the scrutiny of the sea of expressionless visages.

"You see," he begins, "we have always been wrong."

The audience does not react, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 1/18/2023
Everything goes dark, and you feel the oppressive weight of damp stone and open space. The air stirs, wafting first towards and then away from you, carrying a burnt heat tang. Something shifts, metal drags across metal in the distance, the clank and grind echoing. To your left, a match is struck, illuminating a woman in a wide-brimmed hat, the small flame disappearing a moment as she bends her head to light her cigarillo, taking a deep drag. With a dramatic twist of her wrist, she holds the match aloft and looks upward, her cataract eyes staring ahead.

"You'll make me go first?" the woman asks.

A hissing whisper winds from the depths, "You should not have come."

"And you should not have lost. But here you are."

"And here we are."

The woman laughs, and exhales twin plumes of acrid smoke from her nostrils, filling the area and obscuring your view.

"Let's begin", she says, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 1/18/2023
An endless field of scrub and meandering streams stretches before you, the horizon dotted with nothing more than varying shades of foliage and stone. Crouched over a spread of gear, a man carefully packs his provisions. Rolling flint and steel into some leather, checking the ties on several bundles, sheathing a knife on a chest harness, and finally, packing everything into a sturdy framed backpack, the man checks his boots one final time, and hefts the heavy burden, adjusting it for comfort, and begins walking. You follow as he sets a comfortable pace, winding between uneven terrain and carefully striding across streams. The terrain does not change, but the man dutifully continues his journey. As the sun crests at high noon, the man sets down the pack, leans against it, and slowly eats some ground berries and fatty jerky, chewing slowly. Turning to look at you for the first time, he says, "We've got a long ways to go."

The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 1/18/2023
You find yourself standing next to a wide alpine lake, nested between a mighty upthrust wall of granite leading to snow-capped peaks on one side, and a stunning view of rocky plateau and rolling meadows on the other. You kneel by the lake's edge, the gentle stirring of the waters barely rippling along the shoreline, and cup a handful of the icy water, bringing it to your lips to drink of its chilling cold. A long whiskered catfish snaps its tail and kicks away from the shoreline, disturbed by your presence.

A low rumble echoes along the shoreline, pebbles vibrating slightly as the waters shake. A flash of light illuminates the depths at the center of the lake, and expands outward in an widening ring. Fading quickly, the lake becomes oddly still. The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True