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==2021==
==2021==
{{Visions|date=01/07/2021|vision=
{{Visions|date=1/17/2021|vision=
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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.
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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.


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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.
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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.
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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*.


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{{Visions|date=1/17/2021|vision=
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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.
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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.
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One of the faces on your stick splits into two smaller faces, and every face on the stick begins to follow suit! After a moment, the stick is a murky collection of pinpricks, all jostling around. Gradually, the moving dots begin to coalesce into larger and larger faces, until each returns to its normal movement.


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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.
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|sub=|rep=Unknown}}


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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.
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|sub=|rep=True}}
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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.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.
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|sub=|rep=Unknown}}


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{{Visions|date=01/07/2021|vision=
⚫
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.


⚫
{{Visions|date=1/17/2021|vision=
⚫
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.
⚫
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.
⚫
|sub=|rep=Unknown}}


⚫
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.
⚫
{{Visions|date=01/07/2021|vision=
⚫
|sub=|rep=True}}
⚫
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.


⚫
{{Visions|date=1/17/2021|vision=
⚫
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.
⚫
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.
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|sub=|rep=Unknown}}
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|sub=|rep=True}}


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{{Visions|date=1/17/2021|vision=
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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.
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|sub=|rep=True}}

Revision as of 22:46, 17 January 2021

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

Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the PREDICT command. These latter visions can be experienced by any moon mage as long as they're logged into the game environment when the vision is distributed. Generally these visions signal incipient invasions or immediate developments in an ongoing event or storyline.

Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the Plane of Probability and connection to Fate.

2021

Date and Time: 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
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