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{{Visions|date=4/14/2013|vision=Six towers of light spring into being about you. They are aglow with chilly starlight, solid and seemingly eternal. Yet as you watch, fissures, dark as the void, spiderweb through each of them, causing one to explode in a shower of searing fragments.


This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types|event prediction]] ability.
The remainder resist. For a time. Until the top of another tower implodes, leaving naught but a ragged stump behind.


Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the {{com|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.
The remaining four continue to struggle, though the fissures are now a vast network of absolute darkness, until, they too, can stand no more and crumble into motes of dying light.|sub=Moon Mage guild |rep=True }}


Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the [[Plane of Probability]] and connection to Fate.
{{Visions|date=4/11/2013|vision=A figure suddenly appears before you that of a skinny Human with pale skin and short red hair. His hands are awash with blood that slowly pools around his feet as he stands motionless. His eyes slowly focus on you and a slight sneer creeps onto his face.


Revisiting previous portents can at times yield insight into the meaning of new prophesies.
Something feels wrong about this vision, though you are unable to identify the source of your unease.|sub=Pelag ai Aldam |rep=True }}


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{{Visions|date=4/11/2013|vision=Darkness fills your mind, pierced only by a flickering torch carried by a middle aged human. A faint wind tugs at the flame, causing shadows to dance across her weathered face and her cropped honey brown hair. She pauses to study the stone walls, which are elaborately painted in faded pastels, as a voice whispers, "Welcome home."|sub=Cherulisa |rep=True}}
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{{Visions|date=4/10/2013|vision=A middle aged Elothean stands before a horde of faceless foes. Though she tries to fend them off with staff and shadow, one eventually pierces her defenses and at the first touch of the blade she simply turns to shadow and melts away.

The scene changes and you find yourself watching the same woman, apparently unharmed, but also seemingly unaware that a crow perches on each of her shoulders.
|sub= |rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=4/9/2013|vision=Before you is a long banquet table set with a veritable feast. Food from every culture is represented here, each dish a culinary masterpiece, and each tainted by rot. Scampering amongst the food, nibbling at their pleasure, are numerous little shrews.|sub=Kerenhappuch |rep=True }}

{{Visions|date=4/9/2013|vision=You find yourself standing on a barren plain, the land dead and desolate as an oppressive sun looms above. Something brushes your leg and you glance down to find a serpent twining itself between your legs. It appears to be molting, as pale skin covers its body and blinds its eyes. As it rubs against you, a few flecks of skin break off revealing brilliant purple scales beneath.|sub= |rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=4/9/2013|vision=A beautiful Halfling stands before a familiar sixteen-sided building. She stares at it thoughtfully while a nightingale flits about her head.|sub=Observatory of the Southern Crossbow, Gylwyn, Phelim |rep=True}}

{{Visions|date=4/4/2013|vision=Your sight wavers for a moment, then clears enough to see a hooded figure in robes, bent near the ground. He carves something into a rounded stone then walks off into invisibility. An oozing darkness fills the air, settling as something malignant pours forth. As the vision pans outward, you see an image of the islands just before your sight returns to normal.|sub=Invasion of shadowy black death spirits and vile plague wraiths on Aesry and Ratha, unknown summoner |rep=False}}

{{visions|date=3/11/2013|vision=Your mind's eye is captured by the image of an unnaturally thick fog bank. There is something profoundly unsettling about the fog its sickly humidity, perhaps, or the way dense patches cling and move as though alive. Despite this, you see an old Human man in simple garments stroll through the cloud, paying it no heed.|sub=Old Man |rep=False}}

{{visions|date=2/19/2013|vision=Color bleeds away from the world, leaving the area grey except for writhing purple magic that dances through the air around you. Several unnerving moments pass before muted colors slowly return to the world.

Reality shudders slightly as a you glimpse a S'Kra Mur standing before a towering obelisk, his eyes locked in a look of intense concentration.

A second vision of the S'Kra Mur assaults your mind. He stands before the obelisk, a hand pressed to its surface, as the shadowy image of a shrew grows beneath the surface.

The visions continue, pulling back to reveal the Obelisk standing on a small island. The shadow of the shrew continues to grow, swallowing the entire island.|sub=Hhstin, Taisgath,Children of Kalestraum}}

{{visions|date=2/2/2013|vision=The world beneath your feet pitches and you blink hard as black spots blur your view. As vertigo threatens to overwhelm you, the darkness grows, obscuring your vision until everything goes completely black. After many long moments the shadows shift until you can make out a sheer cliff towering before you in the night. Guttering torchlight partially illuminates a pair of shadowy figures pushing a heavily laden haywagon through a large door, currently blasted open. On either side of the opening, tall sentinels loom silently, scorched black by some fearsome power. With a jolt your vision snaps back to normal once again, leaving you momentarily dizzy.|sub=Elpalzi, Stone Clan}}

{{visions|date=2/1/2013|vision=The world around you blurs as a searing flame suddenly spans across your visual horizon. A small army of women that appear to be on fire rush towards you with incredible speed. Just when they're about to collide with you, the image shifts and you see a brief image of a scaled hand reaching towards a fire maiden before the vision suddenly ends.|sub=Shard, Wipka, Adan'f, Fire Maiden invasion}}

{{visions|date=01/18/2013|vision= The smell of ash and brimstone filled my nostrils, the acrid reek disorienting me.
Acres of ruined farmlands stretch out on either side of the road that I stood on. Dead and buried, they lie under ragged sheets of once-molten rock that is now chill and barren.
To the north, a massive, smoking crater snapped into existence, then just as abruptly disappearred. The crater continued to stutter in and out of reality, each appearance a hammer-blow to my mind.
The vision slowly bled away, along with the acrid reek. |sub=Hand of Meraud |rep= True}}

{{visions|date=1/16/2013|vision=A baleful howl tears through your mind as it ripples through probability.

Shadows scurry through your mind, reminiscent of small woodland creatures miscast from the Immortal's mold.
|sub=Hand of Meraud, invasion of various animals}}

{{visions|date=1/15/2013|vision=Darkness fills your mind. Ever so slowly a speck of light forms before you though it rapidly grows until it encompasses your entire vision. Flames leap and dart across the molten surface of your mind forcing you to withdraw to the comfort of the darkness. As you flee, an infinite expanse of stars unfurls before you, struggling against the darkness. Your mind continues to drift outwards until you find yourself standing alone holding the icosahedron of darkness and light.
|sub=Hand of Meraud
|rep=True}}

{{visions|date=1/16/2013|vision=
You are staggered by an intense blast of light. Your vision swiftly returns, however, the afterimage of a Gnome is indelibly etched into your retinas.
|sub=Hand of Meraud}}

{{visions|date=1/15/2013|vision=
An insane cackle flutters through the air as shadowy bats briefly swirl about you.

The susurrus of shadows infiltrates your thoughts. Though you do not know the words you sense that they are afraid.
|sub=Hand of Meraud}}

{{visions|date=01/13/2013|vision= A young man stood before a counter, an array of tools lined up in a careful row: a hammer, a scythe, an awl, a pestle and a sword. An older fellow stood by the young man's side, his face lined and careworn. The young man's hand hovered above the counter for a few moments, then came to rest on the hilt of the sword.
The older man shook his head. "The sword? You disappoint me."
He continued, "A sword has only one purpose, my son." |sub= |rep= True}}

{{visions|date=1/11/2013|vision=A wave of dizziness crashes over you as your mind is gripped by a vision.

A figure stands in a lush library, cloaked from head to heel in midnight black, its face hidden in the depths of a deep cowl. A wolf paces restlessly to and fro, searching for an exit. The figure lowers its hand with a soothing sound, but the wolf bares its teeth in a savage snarl, dancing away from the comforting touch.

The vision subsides, but your stomach continues to roil with nausea.

|sub=Hand of Meraud}}

{{visions|date=1/11/2013|vision=A wave of heat caresses your face as your mind is gripped by a vision.

A massive shadow looms against a rough sandstone wall, the figure that cast it shrouded in darkness. The hooded and cloaked being reaches out, its hand small and delicate, straining toward a ball of flickering fire.

Light blossoms abruptly. The figure staggers into full view, wreathed in light and flame. The being is small and forlorn now, beating futilely at its burning vestments. No sound reaches you as the figure convulses in agony. The reek of burning hair and flesh is thick upon the air.

The light grows brighter and brighter, erasing the scene in a blaze of brilliance with a wave of force that rattles your teeth in your skull and sends your senses reeling.

You feel the beginnings of a headache behind your eyes as the vision releases its grip.

|sub=Hand of Meraud}}

{{visions|date=12/16/2012|vision=Your vision goes hazy and you find yourself looking at a village with a large gathering of Elpazi. A small group has broken off, and looks to be standing away from the bigger cluster. From the large group, one, clearly an elder steps forward and says, "No. We want peace." Your view changes, and you find yourself looking at the smaller group, all appear to be younger and angrier. One of them, his piercing crystal blue eyes blazing, spits on the ground before the small knot turns their backs and disappears from the village. |sub=Elpalzi}}

{{visions|date=12/15/2012|vision=Your vision blackens momentarily, and you find yourself in a dark room, a young Elpazi tinkering with some sort of explosive device, with cages of various small animals stacked behind him. The last thing you see is a pair of Elpazi hands removing a spitting and hissing cat from its cage. The vision ends. |sub=Elpalzi |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=11/13/2012|vision=A young mage dressed in black and silver gazes up at the obelisk, unconsciously fiddling with his pewter shrew amulet. A calm voice ends the vision, though the message lingers in your mind, "Be gone, your kind is not welcome here." |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=11/13/2012|vision=Silvery threads stretch delicately in every direction forming an impossibly complex web. A particular strand catches your eye as it begins to smolder. |sub=Web of Fate |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=Late October 2012|vision=A Y'shai stands nearly motionless, weapon at rest, with eyes ceaselessly scanning the shadows. Without warning his hand darts into the shadows to grab a skulking figure. He decrees, "That is enough from you." and dispassionately drags the struggling figure away. |sub=Y'Shai, Throne City justice system? |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=Late October 2012|vision=An elderly but remarkably well aged man strides through darkness. Every step, every gesture, every motion he makes is done with conviction and accompanied by swirls of crimson.

A pair of massive bronze doors stands in his path, but they smoothly swing open at his approach. Eventually, he reaches a long marble table lit by an unseen light and ringed by a wide assortment of people, all finely dressed. Most seem unnerved by the man's approach, though several are visibly pleased.

Only as the man steps into the light do you notice the disfiguring scars that mar the man's face. He places his right hand on the table, for his left sleeve hangs empty, and gazes at the crowd in euphoria, "Let us begin."
|sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=10/08/2012|vision= Accosted by a sudden, unfamiliar equine sensation, you open your eyes to a snow-covered world passing rapidly by you as you gallop mightily. Hazy shapes appear in front of you, only to be mowed down like so many wheat stalks. Soon, the snow is painted a holy red as far as the eye can see, yet you cannot slow down. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=10/06/2012|vision= You open your eyes to a vision, but only see a giant snake staring back maliciously. Immediately, it strikes at you with a tremendous force that jolts your foresight painfully and disrupts your concentration. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=10/06/2012|vision= From a distance, you see the indistinct skyline of a sprawling city -- burning and half-destroyed. The cloudy image of a pair of frosty blue eyes dominates the night sky from horizon to horizon, causing your spirit to shrivel. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=10/05/2012|vision= Clad in peasant garb, you are thrown to the side of the road by a passing rider. Although you feel no pain, your wretched inability to stand back up suggests a severe wound. Your ragged plea for help to a nearby woman dies in your throat when you notice her long, smoke-like black hair billowing about a face of even deeper blackness. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=10/05/2012|vision= You stumble through icy terrain, lost in a bleak blizzard and knowing that your companions are already dead. A banshee scream begins in the distance and draws nearer. Tears flood uncontrollably from your eyes, only to snap-freeze on your face, as your will to live is inexorably smothered by the cruel sound. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=10/05/2012|vision= Monstrous creatures and dark-clad humanoids pour down a foggy mountainside, while a lone silver-haired woman stands before them all on their path. Her one hand is raised in an imperious gesture as if to halt them, but her head is bowed in humble resignation. The chaotic armies rumble past the woman, forking around her at a respectful distance. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=10/05/2012|vision= You suddenly find yourself at the bottom of a dry well, sheer stone walls rising around you. High above, what appears to be a sickle dangles over the well's mouth. Blood drips endlessly from it, drenching your helpless body and filling the well at an unreal rate. The vision dims away just before you drown. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= You feel your heart begin to race, a surge of battle-fury wracking you. The need to *know* throbs in your breast almost as urgently as your heartbeat. You stand before a Human woman with pale blue eyes. You fix her with your gaze and grate, "Tell...me..." The urge to wrap your hands around her pale white throat is almost uncontrollable, but you keep yourself still with an effort. The woman smiles at you, her eyes full of sadness. She shakes her head silently and opens her mouth. You recoil in horror. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= You see an austere classroom overfilled with people. Robed men and women of different ages -- even a few elders and astute-looking children -- are seated at rows of desks, poring over pristine parchments. The instructor scrawls numbers and formulae on the blackboard, pausing often to strike through something and rewrite it. A thick sense of frustration exudes from everyone but the children. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= Darkness folds upon darkness, and you are suddenly standing beside a large white table. Someone is lying atop it, shrouded by the shadows. For some reason, you can only focus your vision on their arm -- a strong, tanned arm.
Devoid of hesitation, you draw your lancet deeply across the upper arm. Instead of blood, what looks like multicolored ink spills out in distinct ribbons -- white, yellow, blue, green and others. Only once they are out of the body do they begin to mingle, congealing together into a revulsive muck that sticks to your hands.
You shudder, slowly coming to your senses. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= As you gaze at the heavens, deep in contemplation, an unusual rainbow somehow bearing more colors than it should streaks from horizon to horizon. A second rainbow, this one of regular colors, *slithers* across the sky from another angle, far underneath the first. Your mind's eye is suddenly blinded by a tearing sensation, and you never get to see the third rainbow that was beginning to coalesce. |sub=}}

{{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= A small masked figure crouches before a round door of diamondique-reinforced steel, radiant tricolor runes running along its circumference. He or she reaches out to each rune, in seemingly random order, and white lights burst at the touch, extinguishing the runes one by one. As the last light fades away, you notice the figure rubbing its hands together with unmistakable anticipation. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/19/2012|vision= You find yourself on a vast stretch of steppe, between a herd of antelopes and several skulking pards that approach fast. Without warning, all the animals in sight are startled as if by a whipcrack inaudible to your vision-self. The antelopes dash in one direction, and the pards in another. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date= 07/27/2012|vision= You see a line of statues against the background of a starlit night, each made of sleek black marble. The hems of a pair of ragged grey robes sweep past your vision, accompanied by chatter in disconcerting, throaty voices. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=07/27/2012|vision= A Human woman stands silent and unmoving, her features hidden in the depths of a deep cowl. A S'Kra Mur female approaches briskly, touching the Human almost tenderly on the arm. The cloaked figure leans forward and gently detaches her own tongue, placing it unflinchingly in the other's hand. The S'Kra Mur gazes at the organ distastefully, tossing it to the ground. Taking the Human by the elbow, the S'Kra Mur woman leads the cloaked figure away into the surrounding darkness. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=07/27/2012|vision= The world turns hazy and indistinct as your consciousness is pulled elsewhere.
Your vision clears and you find yourself looking down upon a dry lake bed in the middle of a small island. A trio of adventurers catches your eye as they cautiously explore the area. Unseen by them is a swarm of lurking armadillos preparing to attack.
Before the carnage can begin you find your vision drawn back to the here and now.|sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=07/03/2012|vision= An elderly Halfling woman sits at a table covered by a blue tablecloth. A vase filled with bellflowers sits among the remains of a gracious breakfast. A tall Human woman with dark brown skin occupies a larger chair, hands folded in her lap and spine as straight as a fencepost.
The Halfling takes a dainty sip of tea from a delicate bone-white teacup. Gazing up at the Human, she says, "Yes, she will be dealt with, but first we need more information. That will be your task, dear."
The Human woman gazes down at her hands, expression unreadable. She says in a neutral tone, "How forceful do you wish me to be in my inquiries, Khalo?"
"Goodness, child, there's no need yet to think of such extremes. If we silence her too vigorously, people will believe we fear what she might say. Bring your report to me first."
The Human woman rises, smoothing the dove-grey fabric of her silk blouse.
"As you say, Khalo." |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= High overhead, the ruby light of Yavash gazes down, turning the wave-filled sea below you a bloody crimson. The wind shifts and the entire world seems a rumbling, unstable mess. Just as it all settles...
Darkness.
Yavash is snuffed.
The sky is snuffed.
The stench of hot breath fills the air, pressing in on you from all sides. Where the red moon once poured its light, a seemingly endless stream of liquid crashes down into the sea below. Scared and confused, you skitter back from the intrusion, carefully repairing a broken section of webbing before hunkering in a nearby crack. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= Swirls of muted color occlude your sight, throwing your surroundings into quiet chaos. You find yourself in a peaceful village tinged by the foul deceit of death. A small boy's eager hand clutches your fingers, forcing you to focus.
Underneath a blanket of stars, a Gor'Tog and Elf share a conversation from the doorway of a whitewashed inn. You push the boy further behind you, a vain effort to protect him from the ghastly sight of the putrefied, venom-riddled corpse marring the otherwise tranquil scene. Only a handful of words escape their tete-a-tete to reach your ears.
The red-haired Elf pauses a moment before flicking her head toward the slain Elpalzi. The Gor'Tog approaches the corpse and unfolds a tarpaulin. Feebly, the boy whimpers, and the woman's eyes instantly settle on you with a fierce gaze.
Tears well up as you move to guard the boy. With one blink, they spill from your eyes and return you to the present. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= All around you is darkness. The whisper of a cold wind caresses the back of your neck, and you shiver involuntarily. From the distance you hear hooves thundering, causing the earth to tremble. As the sound draws closer, the cold wraps its icy tentacles around your whole body.
The darkness fades with the cacophony of the unseen steeds, leaving you with an intense feeling of foreboding. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= A bright summer sun blazes down, illuminating the calm water below. High above, at the edge of your world, a massive shadow comes into view. The great dark shape plunges toward you, falling from the sky. Landing with a splash, the object just as quickly returns skyward, taking its newly gathered cargo with it. Nonplussed, you return to work wrapping your latest victim in a shroud of fine webbing. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= Through the haze of time, an indistinct scene unfolds before your eyes. Two nervous women wearing plain dresses, Elven and Elothean, confront a large bald man, whose jaw drops at something they say. He bellows in rage, but becomes smaller and smaller in stature. The last thing you see is the Elothean cowering behind the Elf before the vision is engulfed in haze. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=02/25/2012|vision= You see a line of statues against the background of a starlit night, each made of sleek black marble. The hems of a pair of ragged grey robes sweep past your vision, accompanied by chatter in disconcerting, throaty voices.|sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=02/04/2012|vision= You see a pair of towering Elpalzi warriors striding purposefully toward you, blue eyes blazing. One of them growls, "It's time, Parnore. Time for you to step down. Time for our people to take back Zoluren." You stand quietly staring at them, unmoving. The pair grin fiercely as they draw small blades and begin circling you. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=02/04/2012|vision= The great expanse of a bright blue sky passes slowly in front of your eyes. You ache all over, every bump and jostle from the road you're being dragged across sends piercing bolts of pain into your back and abdomen. Just when the pain becomes unbearable, your journey stops and you are uncerimoniously dumped before a town well. Townspeople scurry by, all but ignoring your bleeding body as it drains its vital fluids from the stab wounds in your belly. Just as the vision fades, you hear a small girl screaming. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=Early January 2012|vision= You see a ragged Human underneath the night sky. He sits on a large rock at the crest of a hill, his tri-color robes torn and bloody. In front of him is a tall creature, Human in basic shape but formed by flat planes of white light. Coldness radiates from the creature, forming a frost in the surrounding grass.
The Human, his face in his hands, asks, "Why?"
The creature responds, "You inherited a debt. Your kind claimed the majesty of the heavens as their own. It is not without price. It is not without obligation. Yet even that... even those who know they are called, fall victim to your hands."
"You are the children of foolish, but prideful men. When did you start needing gods to come tell you good from evil? Celestial or cthonic freedom or fate. You wield your ambivalence as a shield. You were called, and you have not answered."|sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=10/13/2011|vision= Shadows resolve into a funeral procession moving quietly through a cemetery surrounded by massive edifices. The apprehension of the participants grows visibly when they spot the large, cowled man awaiting them ahead. As the coffin is placed on the ground at his impatient gesture, he begins ministering the burial rites in a deep monotone that sounds awfully bored. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=11/13/2011|vision= Feeling oddly avian, you hear your own wingbeats as you speed through the streets of a large, bustling city, finally coming to a stop at the entrance of a squalid alley. There, two cats circle and tear at each other ceaselessly with primal ferocity. You mentally push the vision away, your head numb from all the mad yowling.|sub=}}

{{visions|date=11/13/2011|vision= Your vision is shrouded by white mist accompanied by roaring silence that drowns out any other sounds. With each breath, you suck some of the fog into your lungs and the world around you becomes slightly more visible. The cursed air sinks into your stomach, balling into a malevolent tumor, and every second, a chilled tendril reaches out from this core to spread across your body, infecting each of your muscles. Eventually, you have sucked in enough mist and are able to tell that you are on a ship. Blurred figures stand on the deck, dark holes where their eyes should be, staring into the fog, gaping holes where their mouths should be, emitting grey steam instead of sound.
The boat lurches suddenly, and the jolt returns you to yourself. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=11/13/2011|vision= Your foresight paints the world with the color of a tropical blue sea, alit with glorious sunlight refracting from the surface. A small white jellyfish sways gracefully in the waters, perhaps a mysterious dance to the songs of Eluned. Your vision changes angle, and you see that the cute jellyfish is gliding closely over the deck of a shipwreck. It approaches a humanoid body, bloated by now, and swiftly disappears into its mouth with a watery slurp. As the corpse begins to squirm, the sea scene flakes all around you. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=11/13/2011|vision= Darkness overcomes you, but your eyes see again as if a Tenebrous Sense has just manifested of its own accord. You are dwarfed in front of what looks like a monolithic idol in a cavern. Behind you, large blue reptiles lounge around rocks rimming an underground lake. They are unaware of your wraithlike presence, and you gratefully fade away. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=11/13/2011|vision= The steep walls of a pit rise around you, faintly transparent and juxtaposed over the real world. Nearby, a Human priestess slumps in the mud, yet her sunken eyes burn with dedication. She appears to be wiping intently at a huge mound of dirt with her hands. Watching this tedious work slackens your mind after a while, causing the scene to fade away. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=11/13/2011|vision= You see a weary Human priestess leaning on a rickety shovel, smiling at something behind you despite her sorry appearance. Her once-regal caftan is smeared with dirt, her hands are scuffed, and locks of greying hair have escaped her elaborate, gold-clasped braid. After a while, she blinks slowly and turns her unbroken smile to you. You suddenly realize you are holding an orb in your hand, its glass emitting a wavering glow. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=11/13/2011|vision= Right in front of you is a sumptuous slice of pecan pie with butterscotch topping. As the vision zooms out, you see that it is being held at arm's length by a thin, venerable Human man. He eyes the dessert with a mix of surprise, longing and extreme suspicion. Finally steeling his resolve, he throws away the pie and walks onward, out of your sight. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/06/2011|vision= Bright light shines down from above, uncomfortably warm, though a gentle sea spray brushes over your burned skin. In spite of the pain that surges with even the slightest of movements, the beach scene around you is peaceful. Grasses sway in the breeze, the smells of cooking foods are strong and sounds of people happily talking to one another are easily heard. Shattering the serenity, a frantic voice shouts out from an unseen speaker, "You're back! Quidan! Lavieska! Council! Ali..." The vision abruptly ends. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/06/2011|vision= Blinding brightness overwhelms your senses, and your badly burned skin aches as a salty spray splashes over you. As you adjust to the painfully intense light, a gaunt Gnome with a lengthy beard comes into focus. A table covered in colorful shells sits behind him, while tall grasses and a clay bank obstruct the view beyond. Indistinct muttering draws your attention back to the figure. With a short stick, he scratches complex figures into the sand, studies them, then curses and wipes his work away. The call of a gull overheard heralds the vision's immediate end. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/06/2011|vision= A high-pitched buzz like that of a pesky gnat sounds near your ear and ever so slowly rotates around your head. As you focus on it, your surroundings dim until only a confined area immediately before you isn't concealed in a black void. A gaunt Gnome with a lengthy beard seems to be staring intently at you, shouting something you can't quite make out. Though you turn about to see if he may be speaking to someone else, there's no one there. A single word finally pierces your vision-induced haze, startling you and drawing your attention back to the Gnome as the vision fades: "ALIVE!" |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/06/2011|vision= The world around you falls away, leaving you hovering, weightlessly in blindingly bright void. Sounds begin to pierce the veil, slowly and quietly at first -- a gull calling, waves upon a shore, the crackle of a flame, the thunks of knives cutting swiftly. The light dims at last, leaving you standing at a window looking out on crude, wooden dock while the work of a kitchen takes place behind you. A cry of alarm outside grabs your attention and heralds the vision's end. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/06/2011|vision= Bright light momentarily blinds you. The sounds of a beach overlap those of a small community working their daily routines -- hammers banging, bellows being pumped, a few young kids playing with one another. A burly, green-eyed Gor'Tog standing outside a crude structure is the first thing you see as your sight slowly returns. Severe scars mar both of his arms. A young man runs up to him and says something that you can't hear from this distance. The Gor'Tog's eyes go wide as he vanishes inside for only a moment before dashing out and away carrying an armful of furs. You feel a tap on your shoulder, but when you turn, the vision ends and your surroundings return. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/06/2011|vision= Deep darkness descends, cloaking your surroundings in ominous shadows. An unseen voice speaks into the stillness before you, "It's time. Give the order." A second voice speaks nervously from behind, "As you wish, sir." A brief moment of whispering fabric as they move away follows before the latter voice is heard again. "Er, sir? Won't someone notice them being..." A brief, nearly silent scuffle ends with a soft bump as a body falls to the ground. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/06/2011|vision= Darkness descends, cloaking your surroundings in ominous shadows. "You will not question my instructions. Your role is not that of inquisitor. Your role is to deliver my messages to those who need them. Do you understand?" A secondary voice quickly answers, "Aye." An uncomfortable silence stretches for what seems an eternity before the first speaks again with a chuckle, "Well done." |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/06/2011|vision= Deep darkness descends, cloaking your surroundings in ominous shadows. A lamp pierces the darkness, revealing a young, but otherwise nondescript face. A whip cracks as a beast-drawn wagon trundles noisily across a bridge stretching overhead. The figure nods and immediately banging rings out into the cloaked night, drawing your attention away. Metal being torn apart shrieks out into the night. As quickly as it began, the torturous sounds stop. Turning back, you realize the youth has vanished, though the light of a lamp that wasn't there before shines down from a bloodwood building above. |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/06/2011|vision= Darkness descends, cloaking your surroundings in ominous shadows. As you try to get your bearings, the location shifts, and you find yourself looking down at a table before a roaring fireplace. Four figures sit across from one another, and pipe smoke hangs heavy in the air. One says, "He did well. They left nothing behind. The reports I've seen question the vandalism, but nothing more. I assigned our man to guard things. He'll make a little something on the side while maintaining nothing's afoul." |sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/06/2011|vision= The lingering echo of a past vision nags at the edges of your senses. The more you try to bring it into focus, the more fleeting the memory is. A single, whispered word finds its way into your thoughts: "unnatural."|sub= |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=Originally appeared 08/04/2011, disappeared 01/07/2012, reappeared 09/15/2012|vision= A severe hissing sound fills your thoughts as your mind is gripped by a vision.
You realize that you can sense the life essences of everything around you, centered on a large, ruddy seed that you grasp firmly in your left hand. The lush greens of a forest swim before your eyes, but your mind reels with the overwhelming feeling of struggle, as everything around you fights to live and thrive. The sensation grows and grows, your nerves singing with the agony of life. As you feel yourself slipping toward unconsciousness, an older Human with a scarred face steps toward you and takes your arm.
The Human says, "Khalo..."
The hissing sound fades along with the vision. |sub=Shock_Quest |rep=True}}

{{visions|date=08/04/2011|vision= A leader-clad male Dwarf stands before a Human woman with long black hair and pale skin criss-crossed with scars. She gazes at him coldly, only her violet eyes and her combative, poised stance betraying her fury. The Dwarf makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, bringing it up towards the sky and down towards the ground. With a slurping sound, a massive torrent of red and green goo rains from above! The Human, unaffected, steps closer to the Dwarf, ensnaring him with her gaze. The Dwarf falls to his knees, a look of total bewilderment gripping his features as the vision fades.sub= |rep=True}}

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Latest revision as of 22:03, 4 January 2024


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

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.

Revisiting previous portents can at times yield insight into the meaning of new prophesies.

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