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Posted by on 1999 May 28 |

Many Visions Reported, None Good

(The Provinces: 381 Nissa 357)

People have been telling me about the visions they have seen over the past days. I’d be a poor judge of things if I didn’t think they meant something.

What they mean, I’ll leave up to you and to the scholars, I’m just passing along what folks have told me.

Baresh leans forward and lowers his voice, "Some of those people looked downright pale when they recounted these things, too."

A cleric witnessed:

A vision of a black-clad hag wavers faintly through your mind. She seems to be addressing a crowd, but of what you cannot tell. The hag throws her head back in laughter, and the vision fades.

Followed shortly by:

A voice hisses in your head. "Who shall we test, my children?" it croons. "Have they…" The dry voice fades away abruptly.

"…escape my wrath?" the scratchy hag-voice asks. "We shall see wh…"

The voice fades into nothingness.

Undead then descended upon most of the major cities of the Realms.

You’ve already heard about the raven’s flight. Several hours after that, moon mages witnessed:

Your sight clouds for a moment and you see a featureless man walking into a shallow pool. The vision fades.

Several hours later:

Your sight clouds for a moment and you see a wall of swirling, grey smoke. The vision fades.

Later in that day, everyone heard distant horns from the west.

The next day, visions continued, several hours apart at times:

Your sight clouds for a moment and you see a pile of charred humanoid skulls. The vision fades.

A bit later that night everyone felt the ground shaking with tremors.

Into the long hours of the night, fylgia invaded along with their leader, Tamerlane Souldrinker, a very darkly dressed human, young, short black hair.

Then the next series of visions yesterday were reported:

Your sight clouds for a moment and you see the remains of a city wall, broken and lying in ruins. The vision fades.

Your sight clouds for a moment and you see a grieving woman huddled over the broken body of a lifeless child. The vision fades

Vison of a hangman’s noose hanging from a great oak, gently swaying in the breeze.

Shortly thereafter, there were forces of cyclops, war mammoths, velvers, death spirits, and darvengers all around the Crossing area.

Wise folk will recognize the omens of foresight which our moon mages have, and prepare.

Baresh started working at the Wren’s Nest when it first opened in 349AL. He’s been hearing the news and pouring drinks ever since then.