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==2021==
==2021==
{{Visions|date=12/18/2021|vision=
You smell wildflowers and baked earth and find yourself standing on an open grassy steppe. A man bends over and pares bolls of fiber from a strange bush using a short harvesting blade. Packing the dense fiber into a gathering satchel, the man wipes his hands on a canvas apron and stands stiffly, stretching his back with a grimace. The man walks over to a heavily laden ox and packs the last load of fiber into the animals large saddlebags. Adjusting the breeching straps, the man gives the ox a friendly pat and scratch, and the pair begin to slowly make their way towards the distant tree-line as the sun begins to set.

As the light fades, the field of bushes open silvery-white blossoms which glow faintly and release a sharp fragrance. The man wraps a thick scarf around his mouth and adjusts a leather muzzle over the ox's snout. After some time, the brightness from the bushes outshines the stars, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=12/18/2021|vision=
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself standing in a large open structure. Custodians move around you rapidly, rushing between complex machinery and organized piles of crackling materials and components. At the center of the area, resting atop a raised platform and covered by large cranes and contraptions, lies a massive mechanical head and torso. Empty eye sockets gaze upward, and a missing lower jaw reveals a forest of pistons and coiling wires along the neck. The torso terminates below the breastbone, and several custodians crawl around the inside of the partial ribcage, welding and adjusting.

Suddenly, all the custodians stop and turn to you, flashing red, green, red, yellow, and begin to advance. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=12/18/2021|vision=
A man dressed in deep blue robes walks down a dusty road, making for a small outpost of a handful of stalls selling various local goods and wares. Stopping a short distance from the nearest tent, the man closes his eyes and breathes deeply, bending down to place a hand on the ground. The dirt cracks, and a shimmering ethereal sapling begins to rise, reaching for the sky as it unfurls wavering leaves and fragrant flowers. After a short while, the sapling has grown into a young tree, and the man continues on past the outpost down the road.

The tree remains, and a small child approaches, touching its thin trunk. Face flushing, the child laughs, and runs off to play. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=12/18/2021|vision=
A pair of children play in the ocean surf, giggling and splashing in the cold waters. Leaping into the waves, the children get tossed as they bounce along the seagrass and tumbled chaotically, coming to the surface with bits of seaweed sticking in their hair and laughing uproariously. In the distance, a spectral ship glimmers along the horizon, several more ships appearing with the vanguard on the approach. The children do not seem to react. As the ships continue to sail towards the coast, they turn, a tight formation of wavering ships with no visible crew, cutting a line across the distant waters. The children do not even glance at the fleet. After some time, the ships pass, the children continue to play, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=12/18/2021|vision=
Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and an oppressive darkness crushes around you. A faintly lit semi-circular basalt stairwell stands before you, several shallow steps rising to a featureless rock face. You can see nothing else in the gloom.

The sound of stone grinding on stone, a deep rumble in the distance, and a faint tremor passes.

A strong hand grabs your shoulder and pulls you back, as a squad of massive figures in golden plate run forward, forming a shield wall, their spears aimed towards the stone wall. The tremor intensifies, and flecks clatter across the steps.

A thin crack runs up the face, and countless fingers squirm their way through, grasping and pulling, forcing the seam wider and wider. Hundreds of hands reach outward, scraping along the face, leaving burning white handprints along the rock, and the crack grows larger and larger.

One of the gold plate wearing figures looks back at you and grins, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=11/13/2021|vision=
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself standing next to a tall figure in a black robe gazing upward at a torrential lightning storm. As green and white energies crackle and lash across the skies, whipping whirling balls of furious energy and discharging immense coronal hazes across the electrified air, the figure sighs. A custodian approaches, flickering red, blue, green, red, and the figure nods. Turning, the figure strides into a wall of writhing electricity, disappearing from view, and the storm continues as the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=11/13/2021|vision=
With a hammering blow, you feel the air torn from your chest as you are thrown high into the sky, the curve of Elanthia falling away as you flail madly to orient yourself. You scream past the moons, which weep in mourning as they dance along their altered orbits, you scream past the planets, which whisper and laugh and sneer. The heat and roar of the sun grows cold as it shrinks to a pinpoint, and soon you have no sense of movement as you are surrounded by darkness. The stars burn bright, and strange shapes move in the spaces between. You hear it, a voice in the distance, repeating a command, a refusal, and just as you begin to make sense of the repeated words, everything darkens, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=11/13/2021|vision=
Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and a miasmatic wind reeking of rot and solvent billows across your face. The ground erupts into a mass of yowling multi-limbed bodies, skittering with fin and tentacle. The mass rushes forward in vile joy. A massive figure in golden plate grabs your hand and pulls you behind a shield line, a row of golden plate-clad figures bracing against interlocking shields and pointing long spears forward. A moment later, the mass strikes the shield wall, which does not yield. As the air fills with the sounds of combat, one by one, the shield bearers begin to fall, the line tightening and curling back to protect you, until it is a ring, and still the mass continues the onslaught.

One of the figures grunts as a tentacle lashes across his helm. He turns a bloodied face to you and grins in the brief moment before he is pulled into the mass and torn to pieces. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=11/13/2021|vision=
Everything feels lighter, and you find yourself falling towards the sky. As you spin through the air, you catch a glimpse of twisted trees and muddy swamp water raining upward with you. After a disorienting moment, you slam into hard-packed dirt and roots. As the dirty water sprays across your face, you awkwardly find your balance and stand, the inverted horizon wreaking havoc on your inner ear, and take stock of your surroundings.

You stand below a floating mound of dirt and root, slightly above the tree-line below you. Tentatively making your way to the side of the mound, the view is exceptionally odd, and though you are pressed towards the floating mound, you cannot shake the feeling that you are falling.

Suddenly, you hear a grunt and turn to see a man covered in scars. Screaming, he is wrapped in a glistening net of coiling tendrils, which interlace across his muscles in sparkling white light, and he rushes forward. You trip backwards, and the vis
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{{Visions|date=11/13/2021|vision=
You find yourself in a circular tent, lit with brightly burning braziers. The tent it swelteringly hot and reeks of sage and cedar, sweat and wet dog, metal oil and tanned leather. A ring of men and women kneel on the bare earth, their naked bodies glistening with sweat, their heavily muscled and scared figures indicative of a life of fighting and challenge. At the center of the ring, a child stands, head bowed and hands clasped before him. He speaks softly of a time before the trappings of the tribe, a time of primal connection to the land. He brandishes a knife, and cuts a thin, winding line along his forearm, letting the blood flow down his fingers onto the dirt. The men and women rise and step forward, reaching to touch the child's face and shoulders, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=10/15/2021|vision=
You see a child playing in the surf, digging a wide basin and lining up various shells and debris. The tide begins to rise, and the child scrambles to build a large retaining wall to keep the waters at bay, but the waves pummel the sandy heap and break through to the basin. As the space floods, strange vines burble up from the sand and begin whipping about. The child steps back in fear, but the waters continue to spill outward, working their way north up the beach.

As the child flees, he glances over his shoulder and sees a man squatting in the surf, examining the flooding basin. Crisscrossed in scars, the man shouts madly to himself and angrily grasps the vines with his bare hands. As the man's blood spills into the basin, the child begins to scream, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=10/15/2021|vision=
A cold wind blasts against your face, and you smell the briny tang of the ocean. The gentle rocking of the floor beneath you piques your curiosity, causing you to cast a quick glance over the railing. An endless expanse of open air surrounds the vessel, fluffy clouds lazily drifting far below. A Gnome leans over the prow, one hand gripping a taut line, the other held wide, feeling the flow of the air whipping and snapping. She faces the sun, and takes a deep breath and seems to relax.

She turns to you, her right eye steely grey and her left eye billowing with no-color flames and malevolence, and she smirks. She smoothly swings around the line, and extends her hand to you in invitation. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=10/15/2021|vision=
Your prophetic senses chaotically howl with a deafening wrongness, and you find yourself wandering a massive cavern of stone and bone. Tapestries of writhing shadow hang from the ceiling, depicting slowly shifting scenes of massacre -- a fist squeezing the fire from a star, a boot crushing a city, a maw of countless smaller mouths consuming an ocean. Blue fire slowly crackles in reverse from wrought-iron sconces, casting an unsettling light that illuminates but does not reveal. An empty throne sits at the end of the cavern, and you feel something begin to scrape through your mind, sorting your memories and laughing at your growing panic. A strong hand grasps your shoulder and spins you around, and you find yourself face to face with the once-woman, one of her five eyes missing, the other four twinkling with delight.

"You will learn soon of our fire," she says, and begins to laugh around a maw of needle-like teeth.

The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=10/15/2021|vision=
You find yourself crushed by dark waters, a faint glimmer above the only sign of the surface. Far below, numerous brilliant blue lights begin to rise, luminescent orbs wrung around massive structures of shell and coral. A massive form swims around the rising city, armored plates groaning as the leviathan undulates through the waters. The vision fades.
|sub=Merelew, Hollow Eve|rep=True}}


{{Visions|date=10/15/2021|vision=
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself walking along a factory or production facility, the esoteric machines performing complex actions around glowing white materials to produce geometric shapes and hissing components. As each part is produced, it slides down a long narrow ramp to be delivered deeper into the facility. A swarm of custodians tend to the machines, though it is unclear to what purpose. As one, the custodians freeze in place and turn to face you as they emit a loud *screech*. Several suddenly begin to shake and slam together with a maelstrom of electricity and flashing light, and a humanoid figure made of writhing lightning emerges and strides forward. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=9/16/2021|vision=
You feel yourself gently rocking atop a small raft, crystal clear blue waters beneath you revealing a magnificent coral reef. Countless brightly colored fish in the shade of the raft dart for the safety of nooks and crannies in the reef, swaying gently in the current with fan worms and trailing sea grass. The hot sun beats down, but a cool breeze drifts lazily across the waters.

You hear a splash behind you, and watch in confusion as a fish crawls onto the raft, using its fins to pull itself forward. Gasping for breath, the fish sits up, looks at you, and says, "Blood will bring it forth once again."

The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=9/16/2021|vision=
You find yourself wandering an expansive desert, silvery sands stretching in every direction. A small campfire burns gently nearby, and a man sits staring into the flames. You approach and take a seat on the other side of the fire, cautiously watching the man. After some time, he looks up and begins to smile, wider and wider, an impossibly expansive grin stretching his lips, over too many teeth. You turn to run, but stone walls block your path, and you quickly become lost in a maze. To your surprise, after frantically wandering for a short while, you find an exit, and flee across the dunes.

The laughter follows, and a voice rings across the sands, "Perhaps that was the point all along."

The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=9/16/2021|vision=
You see a horrific monster galloping towards the field of battle, tentacles sprouting from its back as it runs on four legs. Crashing into a line of soldiers, the monster rends and sunders flesh and bone, bathing in the blood and screams of its enemies. A Human man with a scarred face and burnt hand roars in challenge, stepping forward and brandishing fire and acid, and the two meet head on. Suddenly everything freezes, a billowing spiral of fire raking across the monster's belly, a razor tipped tentacle skewering the man through the shoulder, and both turn to you.

"Finish what we have started!" the man shouts.

"Further Their cause!" the monster bellows.

The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=9/16/2021|vision=
You wander through thick pine and cedar, low growing groves of juniper and holly. Birds chirrup and flit between the canopy above. As you wander, you get the strange impression that you are being watched, a foreboding malevolent danger following you.

Suddenly, you realize the birds have fallen silent, and you glance around in concern.

Strong calloused hands cover your mouth and pull you into a copse of holly, the spined leaves tearing at your clothes and skin. You find yourself staring into the eyes of a man wearing a crown of antlers, draped in leaves and vines, mud covering his face. He holds a single finger to his lips and points up. You slowly raise your eyes, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=9/16/2021|vision=
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself wandering across a perfectly flat landscape, interspersed with perfect pillars that span far above. The tops of the pillars are a veritable web of electrical discharge, massive thick discharges zigzagging randomly, and dull purple coronal discharges hissing with spinning ball lightning. You walk for some time along the field, the air reeking of ozone and charged with static from the immense charge above.

After what feels like ages, you spot a perfect cube of white material in the distance, an interuption to the repetitive forest of pillars. As you approach, you begin to see a steady stream of custodians moving in and out of the cube. Suddenly, a loud *buzz* can be heard from behind you, and turning around, you see a custodian nearby, a dozen electrical appendages extended. It flashes a series of colors -- red, green, red, yellow -- over and over, and advances towards you. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=8/16/2021|vision=
Your prophetic senses chaotically howl with a deafening wrongness, and a massive form of shadow and violation slowly rises in the distance. Within the form you make out countless skittering maws, claws, wings and talons consuming everything and growing larger and larger. They for the skies, grasping at the stars and extinguishing them one by one. A shockwave reaches you, a fetid wind pushing you back, burning your eyes and forcing you to retch.

A beacon roars, golden light cascading with clean lines and sharp edges, and it pours forth, evaporating the growing form with its righteous refusal.

A beacon roars, golden light woven with the roar of pain of a soul burning.

A beacon roars, golden light raining from the skies, rewriting and commanding compliance.

The sense of wrongness passes, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=8/16/2021|vision=
A jungle stretches before you, lush vegetation drinking the humidity, the thick air rife with the droning song of insects and frogs. A nearby tree is particularly massive, pushing back the surrounding foliage and thrusting its upper branches through the canopy. A dense vine wraps tightly around the tree's trunk, covering it in broad green leaves and brilliantly colored blossoms. Despite the vine's weight, you are left with the odd impression that the tree is somehow sustained by its companion.

A caterpillar with black and gold stripes crawls across one of the vine's leaves, methodically chewing a wide arc as it goes. The caterpillar then flips itself beneath the leaf, and hardens into a chrysalis whirled with a series of sigils that wind around and burst into errant symbols.

Time passes, and the chrysalis begins to shake. From within, clawed appendages begin pulling the chrysalis open, and the vision fades.
|sub=Xitoccanemun|rep=True}}


{{Visions|date=8/16/2021|vision=
A long hallway stretches before you, giving way to a dozen soldiers marching in formation with weapons drawn and shields raised. The squad guards a tall robed figure, a golden sash his only adornment. As they progress down the hallway, a section of wall shimmers and a whip lashes outward, coiling around the leg of one of the rear soldiers, pulling him into the wall. The soldier's screams are quickly cut off. Several more sections of the hallway walls shimmer, and shrouded figures in black lacquered armor step into the hallway through illusionary wall panels. A brutal and bloody fight ensues, and the soldiers lose handily.

Holding a blade to the throat of the robed figure, an assassin flatly asks, "Any last words?" The man chuckles, unties his sash, and bursts into flame, incinerating the assassins. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=8/16/2021|vision=
A man dressed in sapphire blue linen robes walks on a well traveled path through an open field, waist high grass on either side as far as the eye can see. Suddenly, a trio of bandits rise from the grass snickering as they approach with daggers drawn and a bow drawn. The man stops and calmly inhales slowly. One of the bandits steps forward and reaches for the mans bag, but the man explodes into action driving his index finger into the meat of the bandits shoulder. The bandit grunts in surprise, the dagger clattering to the ground and his arm falls to his side limp. A second bandit charges, and the robed man side steps and quickly jabs the bandit twice in the neck. The aggressor falls to the ground, breathing, but otherwise unmoving. Firing an arrow at the robed man, the third bandit's shot goes wide. The man smiles at the archer and continues down the path, leaving the bandit to his friends as they slowly regain control of their bodies. The vision fades.
|sub=Empaths|rep=True}}


{{Visions|date=8/16/2021|vision=
You bury your feet in cool, silver sand, and breathe deeply of the ocean air. The night sky blazes above with clear constellations and the three moons traversing the heavens overhead. Waves crash against the beach, glowing plankton swirls in the surf, and blinking constellations are reflected in the shallows. A shooting star streaks across the sky, catching your attention in advance of several more meteors that flicker between the stars. The arcs of light fade quickly.

Gradually more and more arcs replace the darkness of the night with light. One of these arcs falls in the distance, striking the waters before a brilliant sphere of fire erupts from the sea. Expanding as it burns, a concussive ring of churning cloud races toward you, and you step backwards in surprise. The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=7/16/2021|vision=
A crowded marketplace sprawls before you, brilliantly colored flags stretched across building tops and between stalls. You smell seasoned meat roasting on spits, wind between piles of spices and nuts, and stop to listen to two women argue over the best way to roast coffee beans. A small child approaches with a mischievous grin, and reaching up to gently tap your hand, the child says, "Heavy."

You barely have time to react before slamming into the ground, drawn down by an unfathomably large weight. Blinking in confusion, you find your hand stuck palm down onto the cobblestones, unable to be so much as moved an inch despite your greatest efforts. You begin to panic and scream for help, but everyone nearby is pointedly ignoring you and your plight. The child kneels before you and smiles, and the vision fades.
|sub=|rep=True}}


{{Visions|date=7/16/2021|vision=
You find yourself in a small cage suspended in inky darkness, thick chains securing the metal box extending outward and fading from sight. A single torch hangs from the roof of the enclosure, creating a pool of light around a man seated in the center of the cage. The man holds his hands a foot apart, and a brilliant starburst of light erupts from the space between his palms. Weaving into a complex torus that twists and bends, the display sheds motes of silver and gold and oscillates along the spectrum, a rainbow shimmering against the abyss. Flinging his arms wide, the man stretches the display, snapping a dozen orbs of knotted light into orbit around his head. With a sigh, the man drops his hands, and the lights fade, leaving the two of you under the soft flicker of the torch amidst abyssal darkness. The man peers into the depths, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=7/16/2021|vision=
You find yourself sitting at a table across a man in elegant robes. Cataracts cloud his eyes, and he looks confused, though he continues to hold himself with poise. He intertwines his hands before him, his long, graceful fingers exploring the intricacies of his nails and palm. He cocks his head slightly, raises his face to yours, and smiles wistfully.

"I am sorry, I have forgotten my story," he says with a sigh. "I... I once knew who I was."

You begin to spin a tale of his past, filling in details as they occur to you, finding inspiration from your own history, carving a sense of dignity and worth into his journey. He listens, eyes closed, with a smile on his lips.

Before you can finish chronicling his life, he opens his eyes, now clear and bright, and says, "You do not have permission."

The vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=7/16/2021|vision=
Standing on a long beach, the waves gently hissing as they lap against golden sands, you inhale deeply of the salty air beneath brightly shining moons. The wind stirs an endless ocean of grass, growing before an endless sea of water, one side rippling with silver and green, and the other tumbling with waves and foam. You hear a growl from the sea of grass and notice two predatory eyes hidden within the foliage. You slowly step backwards, feeling the cold water swirling around your ankles, the eyes following you hungrily.

A sharp *tink!* like glass shattering comes from behind you, and glancing over your shoulder, you see a long broken line spidering through the air. Turning in confusion, you watch as the break continues to splinter, radiating before you. Reaching out to touch the strange anomaly, you feel movement behind you, and are knocked into the water by something with sharp teeth that close around the back of your neck, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=7/16/2021|vision=
Seated on a large rowboat, you feel something tug at your fishing line, and with a start, you yank the pole back, securing the hook! You begin to pull in the catch, alternating between pulling the fish up and winding the line tighter, and after some time, your arms begin to tire as the stars burn above. The battle rages on, the fish periodically resting and allowing you to make easy progress, only to make a run and pull out more line. The sun begins to rise, and you pull the beast higher and higher. You begin to see its flitting form beneath the waters -- larger than you would have expected.

Suddenly, the fish races to the surface, and begins to grow, larger and larger, scales expanding to proportions of a hand, then a plate, then a wagon wheel. The fish is twenty feet long, thirty, fifty, a hundred, and it is churning around the boat angrily. The line snaps, and the fish swims straight for you, and the vision fades.
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{{Visions|date=6/17/2021|vision=
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.
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{{Visions|date=6/17/2021|vision=
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.
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{{Visions|date=6/17/2021|vision=
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.
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{{Visions|date=6/17/2021|vision=
{{Visions|date=6/17/2021|vision=
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.
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.
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{{Visions|date=6/17/2021|vision=
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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.
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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: 12/18/2021
You smell wildflowers and baked earth and find yourself standing on an open grassy steppe. A man bends over and pares bolls of fiber from a strange bush using a short harvesting blade. Packing the dense fiber into a gathering satchel, the man wipes his hands on a canvas apron and stands stiffly, stretching his back with a grimace. The man walks over to a heavily laden ox and packs the last load of fiber into the animals large saddlebags. Adjusting the breeching straps, the man gives the ox a friendly pat and scratch, and the pair begin to slowly make their way towards the distant tree-line as the sun begins to set.

As the light fades, the field of bushes open silvery-white blossoms which glow faintly and release a sharp fragrance. The man wraps a thick scarf around his mouth and adjusts a leather muzzle over the ox's snout. After some time, the brightness from the bushes outshines the stars, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 12/18/2021
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself standing in a large open structure. Custodians move around you rapidly, rushing between complex machinery and organized piles of crackling materials and components. At the center of the area, resting atop a raised platform and covered by large cranes and contraptions, lies a massive mechanical head and torso. Empty eye sockets gaze upward, and a missing lower jaw reveals a forest of pistons and coiling wires along the neck. The torso terminates below the breastbone, and several custodians crawl around the inside of the partial ribcage, welding and adjusting.

Suddenly, all the custodians stop and turn to you, flashing red, green, red, yellow, and begin to advance. The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Zengmodaleth Repeat: True


Date and Time: 12/18/2021
A man dressed in deep blue robes walks down a dusty road, making for a small outpost of a handful of stalls selling various local goods and wares. Stopping a short distance from the nearest tent, the man closes his eyes and breathes deeply, bending down to place a hand on the ground. The dirt cracks, and a shimmering ethereal sapling begins to rise, reaching for the sky as it unfurls wavering leaves and fragrant flowers. After a short while, the sapling has grown into a young tree, and the man continues on past the outpost down the road.

The tree remains, and a small child approaches, touching its thin trunk. Face flushing, the child laughs, and runs off to play. The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Empaths, Circle of Sympathy Repeat: True


Date and Time: 12/18/2021
A pair of children play in the ocean surf, giggling and splashing in the cold waters. Leaping into the waves, the children get tossed as they bounce along the seagrass and tumbled chaotically, coming to the surface with bits of seaweed sticking in their hair and laughing uproariously. In the distance, a spectral ship glimmers along the horizon, several more ships appearing with the vanguard on the approach. The children do not seem to react. As the ships continue to sail towards the coast, they turn, a tight formation of wavering ships with no visible crew, cutting a line across the distant waters. The children do not even glance at the fleet. After some time, the ships pass, the children continue to play, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Spectral fleet seen at the end of the Assault on Basalt Isle Repeat: True


Date and Time: 12/18/2021
Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and an oppressive darkness crushes around you. A faintly lit semi-circular basalt stairwell stands before you, several shallow steps rising to a featureless rock face. You can see nothing else in the gloom.

The sound of stone grinding on stone, a deep rumble in the distance, and a faint tremor passes.

A strong hand grabs your shoulder and pulls you back, as a squad of massive figures in golden plate run forward, forming a shield wall, their spears aimed towards the stone wall. The tremor intensifies, and flecks clatter across the steps.

A thin crack runs up the face, and countless fingers squirm their way through, grasping and pulling, forcing the seam wider and wider. Hundreds of hands reach outward, scraping along the face, leaving burning white handprints along the rock, and the crack grows larger and larger.

One of the gold plate wearing figures looks back at you and grins, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 11/13/2021
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself standing next to a tall figure in a black robe gazing upward at a torrential lightning storm. As green and white energies crackle and lash across the skies, whipping whirling balls of furious energy and discharging immense coronal hazes across the electrified air, the figure sighs. A custodian approaches, flickering red, blue, green, red, and the figure nods. Turning, the figure strides into a wall of writhing electricity, disappearing from view, and the storm continues as the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Zengmodaleth, Lord of the Void Repeat: True


Date and Time: 11/13/2021
With a hammering blow, you feel the air torn from your chest as you are thrown high into the sky, the curve of Elanthia falling away as you flail madly to orient yourself. You scream past the moons, which weep in mourning as they dance along their altered orbits, you scream past the planets, which whisper and laugh and sneer. The heat and roar of the sun grows cold as it shrinks to a pinpoint, and soon you have no sense of movement as you are surrounded by darkness. The stars burn bright, and strange shapes move in the spaces between. You hear it, a voice in the distance, repeating a command, a refusal, and just as you begin to make sense of the repeated words, everything darkens, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 11/13/2021
Everything flickers, the fabric of reality rent, and a miasmatic wind reeking of rot and solvent billows across your face. The ground erupts into a mass of yowling multi-limbed bodies, skittering with fin and tentacle. The mass rushes forward in vile joy. A massive figure in golden plate grabs your hand and pulls you behind a shield line, a row of golden plate-clad figures bracing against interlocking shields and pointing long spears forward. A moment later, the mass strikes the shield wall, which does not yield. As the air fills with the sounds of combat, one by one, the shield bearers begin to fall, the line tightening and curling back to protect you, until it is a ring, and still the mass continues the onslaught.

One of the figures grunts as a tentacle lashes across his helm. He turns a bloodied face to you and grins in the brief moment before he is pulled into the mass and torn to pieces. The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True
Date and Time: 11/13/2021
Everything feels lighter, and you find yourself falling towards the sky. As you spin through the air, you catch a glimpse of twisted trees and muddy swamp water raining upward with you. After a disorienting moment, you slam into hard-packed dirt and roots. As the dirty water sprays across your face, you awkwardly find your balance and stand, the inverted horizon wreaking havoc on your inner ear, and take stock of your surroundings.

You stand below a floating mound of dirt and root, slightly above the tree-line below you. Tentatively making your way to the side of the mound, the view is exceptionally odd, and though you are pressed towards the floating mound, you cannot shake the feeling that you are falling.

Suddenly, you hear a grunt and turn to see a man covered in scars. Screaming, he is wrapped in a glistening net of coiling tendrils, which interlace across his muscles in sparkling white light, and he rushes forward. You trip backwards, and the vis

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 11/13/2021
You find yourself in a circular tent, lit with brightly burning braziers. The tent it swelteringly hot and reeks of sage and cedar, sweat and wet dog, metal oil and tanned leather. A ring of men and women kneel on the bare earth, their naked bodies glistening with sweat, their heavily muscled and scared figures indicative of a life of fighting and challenge. At the center of the ring, a child stands, head bowed and hands clasped before him. He speaks softly of a time before the trappings of the tribe, a time of primal connection to the land. He brandishes a knife, and cuts a thin, winding line along his forearm, letting the blood flow down his fingers onto the dirt. The men and women rise and step forward, reaching to touch the child's face and shoulders, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 10/15/2021
You see a child playing in the surf, digging a wide basin and lining up various shells and debris. The tide begins to rise, and the child scrambles to build a large retaining wall to keep the waters at bay, but the waves pummel the sandy heap and break through to the basin. As the space floods, strange vines burble up from the sand and begin whipping about. The child steps back in fear, but the waters continue to spill outward, working their way north up the beach.

As the child flees, he glances over his shoulder and sees a man squatting in the surf, examining the flooding basin. Crisscrossed in scars, the man shouts madly to himself and angrily grasps the vines with his bare hands. As the man's blood spills into the basin, the child begins to scream, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 10/15/2021
A cold wind blasts against your face, and you smell the briny tang of the ocean. The gentle rocking of the floor beneath you piques your curiosity, causing you to cast a quick glance over the railing. An endless expanse of open air surrounds the vessel, fluffy clouds lazily drifting far below. A Gnome leans over the prow, one hand gripping a taut line, the other held wide, feeling the flow of the air whipping and snapping. She faces the sun, and takes a deep breath and seems to relax.

She turns to you, her right eye steely grey and her left eye billowing with no-color flames and malevolence, and she smirks. She smoothly swings around the line, and extends her hand to you in invitation. The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Srinoja Repeat: True


Date and Time: 10/15/2021
Your prophetic senses chaotically howl with a deafening wrongness, and you find yourself wandering a massive cavern of stone and bone. Tapestries of writhing shadow hang from the ceiling, depicting slowly shifting scenes of massacre -- a fist squeezing the fire from a star, a boot crushing a city, a maw of countless smaller mouths consuming an ocean. Blue fire slowly crackles in reverse from wrought-iron sconces, casting an unsettling light that illuminates but does not reveal. An empty throne sits at the end of the cavern, and you feel something begin to scrape through your mind, sorting your memories and laughing at your growing panic. A strong hand grasps your shoulder and spins you around, and you find yourself face to face with the once-woman, one of her five eyes missing, the other four twinkling with delight.

"You will learn soon of our fire," she says, and begins to laugh around a maw of needle-like teeth.

The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Sivroch Repeat: True


Date and Time: 10/15/2021
You find yourself crushed by dark waters, a faint glimmer above the only sign of the surface. Far below, numerous brilliant blue lights begin to rise, luminescent orbs wrung around massive structures of shell and coral. A massive form swims around the rising city, armored plates groaning as the leviathan undulates through the waters. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Merelew, Hollow Eve Repeat: True


Date and Time: 10/15/2021
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself walking along a factory or production facility, the esoteric machines performing complex actions around glowing white materials to produce geometric shapes and hissing components. As each part is produced, it slides down a long narrow ramp to be delivered deeper into the facility. A swarm of custodians tend to the machines, though it is unclear to what purpose. As one, the custodians freeze in place and turn to face you as they emit a loud *screech*. Several suddenly begin to shake and slam together with a maelstrom of electricity and flashing light, and a humanoid figure made of writhing lightning emerges and strides forward. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Zengmodaleth Repeat: True


Date and Time: 9/16/2021
You feel yourself gently rocking atop a small raft, crystal clear blue waters beneath you revealing a magnificent coral reef. Countless brightly colored fish in the shade of the raft dart for the safety of nooks and crannies in the reef, swaying gently in the current with fan worms and trailing sea grass. The hot sun beats down, but a cool breeze drifts lazily across the waters.

You hear a splash behind you, and watch in confusion as a fish crawls onto the raft, using its fins to pull itself forward. Gasping for breath, the fish sits up, looks at you, and says, "Blood will bring it forth once again."

The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 9/16/2021
You find yourself wandering an expansive desert, silvery sands stretching in every direction. A small campfire burns gently nearby, and a man sits staring into the flames. You approach and take a seat on the other side of the fire, cautiously watching the man. After some time, he looks up and begins to smile, wider and wider, an impossibly expansive grin stretching his lips, over too many teeth. You turn to run, but stone walls block your path, and you quickly become lost in a maze. To your surprise, after frantically wandering for a short while, you find an exit, and flee across the dunes.

The laughter follows, and a voice rings across the sands, "Perhaps that was the point all along."

The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 9/16/2021
You see a horrific monster galloping towards the field of battle, tentacles sprouting from its back as it runs on four legs. Crashing into a line of soldiers, the monster rends and sunders flesh and bone, bathing in the blood and screams of its enemies. A Human man with a scarred face and burnt hand roars in challenge, stepping forward and brandishing fire and acid, and the two meet head on. Suddenly everything freezes, a billowing spiral of fire raking across the monster's belly, a razor tipped tentacle skewering the man through the shoulder, and both turn to you.

"Finish what we have started!" the man shouts.

"Further Their cause!" the monster bellows.

The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Zauldin, Basalt Isle Repeat: True


Date and Time: 9/16/2021
You wander through thick pine and cedar, low growing groves of juniper and holly. Birds chirrup and flit between the canopy above. As you wander, you get the strange impression that you are being watched, a foreboding malevolent danger following you.

Suddenly, you realize the birds have fallen silent, and you glance around in concern.

Strong calloused hands cover your mouth and pull you into a copse of holly, the spined leaves tearing at your clothes and skin. You find yourself staring into the eyes of a man wearing a crown of antlers, draped in leaves and vines, mud covering his face. He holds a single finger to his lips and points up. You slowly raise your eyes, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Anmuva Repeat: True


Date and Time: 9/16/2021
Your mouth fills with the taste of copper, and you find yourself wandering across a perfectly flat landscape, interspersed with perfect pillars that span far above. The tops of the pillars are a veritable web of electrical discharge, massive thick discharges zigzagging randomly, and dull purple coronal discharges hissing with spinning ball lightning. You walk for some time along the field, the air reeking of ozone and charged with static from the immense charge above.

After what feels like ages, you spot a perfect cube of white material in the distance, an interuption to the repetitive forest of pillars. As you approach, you begin to see a steady stream of custodians moving in and out of the cube. Suddenly, a loud *buzz* can be heard from behind you, and turning around, you see a custodian nearby, a dozen electrical appendages extended. It flashes a series of colors -- red, green, red, yellow -- over and over, and advances towards you. The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Zengmodaleth Repeat: True


Date and Time: 8/16/2021
Your prophetic senses chaotically howl with a deafening wrongness, and a massive form of shadow and violation slowly rises in the distance. Within the form you make out countless skittering maws, claws, wings and talons consuming everything and growing larger and larger. They for the skies, grasping at the stars and extinguishing them one by one. A shockwave reaches you, a fetid wind pushing you back, burning your eyes and forcing you to retch.

A beacon roars, golden light cascading with clean lines and sharp edges, and it pours forth, evaporating the growing form with its righteous refusal.

A beacon roars, golden light woven with the roar of pain of a soul burning.

A beacon roars, golden light raining from the skies, rewriting and commanding compliance.

The sense of wrongness passes, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 8/16/2021
A jungle stretches before you, lush vegetation drinking the humidity, the thick air rife with the droning song of insects and frogs. A nearby tree is particularly massive, pushing back the surrounding foliage and thrusting its upper branches through the canopy. A dense vine wraps tightly around the tree's trunk, covering it in broad green leaves and brilliantly colored blossoms. Despite the vine's weight, you are left with the odd impression that the tree is somehow sustained by its companion.

A caterpillar with black and gold stripes crawls across one of the vine's leaves, methodically chewing a wide arc as it goes. The caterpillar then flips itself beneath the leaf, and hardens into a chrysalis whirled with a series of sigils that wind around and burst into errant symbols.

Time passes, and the chrysalis begins to shake. From within, clawed appendages begin pulling the chrysalis open, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Xitoccanemun Repeat: True


Date and Time: 8/16/2021
A long hallway stretches before you, giving way to a dozen soldiers marching in formation with weapons drawn and shields raised. The squad guards a tall robed figure, a golden sash his only adornment. As they progress down the hallway, a section of wall shimmers and a whip lashes outward, coiling around the leg of one of the rear soldiers, pulling him into the wall. The soldier's screams are quickly cut off. Several more sections of the hallway walls shimmer, and shrouded figures in black lacquered armor step into the hallway through illusionary wall panels. A brutal and bloody fight ensues, and the soldiers lose handily.

Holding a blade to the throat of the robed figure, an assassin flatly asks, "Any last words?" The man chuckles, unties his sash, and bursts into flame, incinerating the assassins. The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 8/16/2021
A man dressed in sapphire blue linen robes walks on a well traveled path through an open field, waist high grass on either side as far as the eye can see. Suddenly, a trio of bandits rise from the grass snickering as they approach with daggers drawn and a bow drawn. The man stops and calmly inhales slowly. One of the bandits steps forward and reaches for the mans bag, but the man explodes into action driving his index finger into the meat of the bandits shoulder. The bandit grunts in surprise, the dagger clattering to the ground and his arm falls to his side limp. A second bandit charges, and the robed man side steps and quickly jabs the bandit twice in the neck. The aggressor falls to the ground, breathing, but otherwise unmoving. Firing an arrow at the robed man, the third bandit's shot goes wide. The man smiles at the archer and continues down the path, leaving the bandit to his friends as they slowly regain control of their bodies. The vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Empaths Repeat: True


Date and Time: 8/16/2021
You bury your feet in cool, silver sand, and breathe deeply of the ocean air. The night sky blazes above with clear constellations and the three moons traversing the heavens overhead. Waves crash against the beach, glowing plankton swirls in the surf, and blinking constellations are reflected in the shallows. A shooting star streaks across the sky, catching your attention in advance of several more meteors that flicker between the stars. The arcs of light fade quickly.

Gradually more and more arcs replace the darkness of the night with light. One of these arcs falls in the distance, striking the waters before a brilliant sphere of fire erupts from the sea. Expanding as it burns, a concussive ring of churning cloud races toward you, and you step backwards in surprise. The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 7/16/2021
A crowded marketplace sprawls before you, brilliantly colored flags stretched across building tops and between stalls. You smell seasoned meat roasting on spits, wind between piles of spices and nuts, and stop to listen to two women argue over the best way to roast coffee beans. A small child approaches with a mischievous grin, and reaching up to gently tap your hand, the child says, "Heavy."

You barely have time to react before slamming into the ground, drawn down by an unfathomably large weight. Blinking in confusion, you find your hand stuck palm down onto the cobblestones, unable to be so much as moved an inch despite your greatest efforts. You begin to panic and scream for help, but everyone nearby is pointedly ignoring you and your plight. The child kneels before you and smiles, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 7/16/2021
You find yourself in a small cage suspended in inky darkness, thick chains securing the metal box extending outward and fading from sight. A single torch hangs from the roof of the enclosure, creating a pool of light around a man seated in the center of the cage. The man holds his hands a foot apart, and a brilliant starburst of light erupts from the space between his palms. Weaving into a complex torus that twists and bends, the display sheds motes of silver and gold and oscillates along the spectrum, a rainbow shimmering against the abyss. Flinging his arms wide, the man stretches the display, snapping a dozen orbs of knotted light into orbit around his head. With a sigh, the man drops his hands, and the lights fade, leaving the two of you under the soft flicker of the torch amidst abyssal darkness. The man peers into the depths, and the vision fades.
Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 7/16/2021
You find yourself sitting at a table across a man in elegant robes. Cataracts cloud his eyes, and he looks confused, though he continues to hold himself with poise. He intertwines his hands before him, his long, graceful fingers exploring the intricacies of his nails and palm. He cocks his head slightly, raises his face to yours, and smiles wistfully.

"I am sorry, I have forgotten my story," he says with a sigh. "I... I once knew who I was."

You begin to spin a tale of his past, filling in details as they occur to you, finding inspiration from your own history, carving a sense of dignity and worth into his journey. He listens, eyes closed, with a smile on his lips.

Before you can finish chronicling his life, he opens his eyes, now clear and bright, and says, "You do not have permission."

The vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 7/16/2021
Standing on a long beach, the waves gently hissing as they lap against golden sands, you inhale deeply of the salty air beneath brightly shining moons. The wind stirs an endless ocean of grass, growing before an endless sea of water, one side rippling with silver and green, and the other tumbling with waves and foam. You hear a growl from the sea of grass and notice two predatory eyes hidden within the foliage. You slowly step backwards, feeling the cold water swirling around your ankles, the eyes following you hungrily.

A sharp *tink!* like glass shattering comes from behind you, and glancing over your shoulder, you see a long broken line spidering through the air. Turning in confusion, you watch as the break continues to splinter, radiating before you. Reaching out to touch the strange anomaly, you feel movement behind you, and are knocked into the water by something with sharp teeth that close around the back of your neck, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


Date and Time: 7/16/2021
Seated on a large rowboat, you feel something tug at your fishing line, and with a start, you yank the pole back, securing the hook! You begin to pull in the catch, alternating between pulling the fish up and winding the line tighter, and after some time, your arms begin to tire as the stars burn above. The battle rages on, the fish periodically resting and allowing you to make easy progress, only to make a run and pull out more line. The sun begins to rise, and you pull the beast higher and higher. You begin to see its flitting form beneath the waters -- larger than you would have expected.

Suddenly, the fish races to the surface, and begins to grow, larger and larger, scales expanding to proportions of a hand, then a plate, then a wagon wheel. The fish is twenty feet long, thirty, fifty, a hundred, and it is churning around the boat angrily. The line snaps, and the fish swims straight for you, and the vision fades.

Possible Subjects: Unknown Repeat: True


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: Jeihrem 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: Srinoja 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: Zengmodaleth 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: Assault on Basalt Isle 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