I appreciated the event visions. It was great to get them when they are usually ommitted. Just wanted to pat the GM responsible on the back and say thanks for not forgeting us.

The Swamp Shaman

I apologize that don't have proper log of last nights events. Here are some of the visions that were observed. I'm missing a couple due to the crash if anyone else has a log or the other visions saved please post them.



It started in the Crossing Cleric guild.

Gentle Hissing sounds flood the room as you are bathed in soft silvery light. The gods are apparently pleased by your untainted devotion.


High Altar:

Something brushes softly against your cheek. You gaze upward and notice a myriad of delicate white daisies showering down upon you from above. As each blossom touches your body, a warm tingling sensation runs through your veins and touches your very soul. You close your eyes briefly and reopen them to find the falling flowers merely a pleasant dream. Glancing at the floor once more, you notice a memory of the vision lying at your feet.

Daisies were dropped.




At The Altar of Foresight:

The world in front of you blurs, and you can barely make out the glowing silhouette of slender man standing before you. While his form radiates with a soft silver essence, his features radiate with an inner aura of divinity. The hazy image leans forward to touch each member of the group upon forehead, flooding your soul with warmth and leaving your face with a tickling, tingling sensation. "Go, my children," he whispers knowingly. "Let them know that only devotion to me and the other Immortals will restore the stars to their former glory. You will be rewarded in time. Go, now, and spread the word. Beware of nonbelievers, and your devotion will restore the brightness to the sky." With a wink, he fades away into your former surroundings, and you know that the god has blessed you.
>

A gentle, masculine voice whispers into your ear as if carried on the breeze. "My child, the stars, they plummet from the sky. Take heed, the mortals must plan a glorious celebration, the likes of which Elanthia has never seen. Spread the word, and Tamsine's tears will again flood the sky with dazzling brilliance." The words drift around your mind like shadows swimming in the night, and then drift away with a soft sigh.


Jaelia, Exiar, Patre, Paschien and myself were there to see these if you have any questions.


Basthet

Some of the New Clerical Visions I'm receiving. I'd love to discuss this stuff with anyone. Especially the one related to the Temple Defense System in Xings.

Obviously this is an OOC reference for anyone who cares:

Your vision is completely obscured by a sheaf of misty whiteness. A deep tingling spreads throughout your body, and you suddenly feel as if you are soaring upon a warm, comforting cloud high in the air.
The shroud of satiny, alabaster vapor swirls away from you, revealing The Crossing stretched out far beneath you. Your spirit soars like liquid through the air, your fingers outstretched toward the massive orb of the High Temple below. Expanses of pruned trees and lush foliage skirt the majestic monument. A warm feeling tingles through you, ending the vision.

You feel the infinite outrage of the gods in your very bones, resonating through plane and time. The sensation seems to empower you with purpose.

A sense of desperation settles over you as you perceive the lingering energy of a dark force marring the Plane of Abiding. It stirs as if slumbering fitfully, on the verge of awakening.

A silvery shape of lined light manifests itself as a mongoose. A tall woman with pure white hair flowing nearly to her feet whispers to you, "Defend the gods always, and may they guide and guard your soul in return." A gust of wind lifts her hair to flutter softly as the vision fades.


I'd love to see what others are getting.

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- Sister Jaelia Evensong
Messenger of Phelim, Child of Damaris,
We're still working on Dergati.

You feel a warmth run through your skin as you touch the altar, and sense a deep connection with something much greater than yourself. The feeling is brief, and your vision clouds over....

A silvery shape of lined light manifests itself as a mongoose. A tall woman with pure white hair flowing nearly to her feet whispers to you, "Defend the gods always, and may they guide and guard your soul in return." A gust of wind lifts her hair to flutter softly as the vision fades.


This was the last vision I have had from the Altars. I will let you know what other ones I get aswell. I'm based up in Theren if you wish to talk to me about them.

Mother Chinoa

Sorry... tell me again, what do you mean you had no time to get favours?

By far the creepiest..

You find yourself nestled comfortably under a warm quilt, burrowing deeper under the soft cover to cuddle up to a still form lying next to you. As you snuggle closer, a feeling of dread begins to permeate your consciousness before you realize that the body is ice-cold. Your eyes widen in revulsion as you pull back the covers to reveal a rotting corpse, its mouth open in a silent scream. You desperately try to push away, and the vision fades.

And this one

A faint sense of worry washes through you as a vision of some mountainous wilderness flashes into your mind. Fleeting twinges of dark energy stab into your spirit, but you cannot discern their cause.

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Tired of these endless games,
Time to end the darkened day
To raise the sword
To kill the light
Because there is no reason left to fight..."
-Night Oasis

Funky new vision while I was hunting:

A pale shimmer materializes in front of you. It gradually intensifies until it is a solid-looking wall of blinding gold, unfurling vertically as far out as the eye can see. You notice greasy, invasive veins pulsating within the glare, and soon the entire surface is consumed by their taint, the golden hue shifting to an ichorous crimson-streaked black. Just as several grotesque silhouettes begin to emerge, the vision blinks out of sight.

We perceive holy mana as gold and arcance is like greasy ropes of fat according to Armifer.


~Thilan

That made me think of "Bloody Fun Day" and the whole Death vs. Cuties thing.


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"Close your eyes -
For your eyes will only tell the truth..
And the truth isn't what you want to see.
In the dark, it is easy to pretend
That the truth is what it ought to be." - Erik Claudin

Got this at the high altar in the Temple of the North Wind:

Your sight is suddenly devoured by a pitch-black darkness, and soon small fingers accompanied by an unholy stench start touching you. Just as they find a way through your clothing and the cold, pulpy flesh meets your skin, twin rays of blinding light blast through the blackness. The fingers immediately retreat, and you glimpse a very short humanoid in the remaining shadows.
After a few moments, you realize that the light is emanating from your own eyes -- a manifestation of your blessed soul. You sweep your gaze through the area, but the creature crawls frightfully from one dark corner to another. The rays catch it at last, sizzling the body of a dead Halfling as its wretched scream fills the air.


~Thilan

Think this one is new, too -- note the divine outrage:

>You feel the infinite outrage of the gods in your very bones, resonating through plane and time. The sensation seems to empower you with purpose.


~Thilan

To be quite honest, I'm mainly thrilled that the related GMs (Events and/or Clerical) have taken the time to update the system with fresh visions for the war. While it would be handy to not have "older" visions be replayed, once you've seen them a couple times, it shouldn't be that difficult to recognize them thereby making "new" visions easily noticeable. In addition, it's possible to get several altar visions in one setting which also makes it easier to notice the redundancies that should help identify newer material.

You can receive up to 10 altar visions at one time before your receptivity needs to recover.

I wonder if this is Disc or something based, because I have only been able to do up to 4 Visions before it cancels out on me.

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Sister Jaelia Evensong, Temple Scrubber of Shard

The Real Reason I Protested the Court Cleric:
Liurilias says to you, "The floors and altars are dirty again too."

I honestly have never paid attention to how many I can get up til I checked before I posted that.

Haven't seen these posted yet:

>The altar suddenly becomes deathly cold under your touch, causing you to reflexively yank your hand back -- but not before you experience a momentary fright where you feel bereft of divine favor. As you watch, the cold metal altar shrinks into a mere fragment, yet it still emanates the malevolence of thirteen gods with unabated intensity. Trickles of midnight-hued purple and blue blood drip from its edge, bursting into flame as they spiral downward in a dark void.

>You see a plain woman in the distance, towering above thousands upon thousands of unholy creatures. Your gaze strips away her illusions to reveal her ghastly appearance, and her armies turn to dust with so much as a thought. She, however, stays maddeningly out of your reach. From behind her, a tremendous unearthly presence reaches out toward you, shredding through the planar barriers as if they were nothing more than sheer veils.

>The image of a dagger with a carved bone hilt fills your mind, seeming to interrupt the vision from the altar. Though a simple weapon, it seems to exude a malevolence of its own, and moves to stab itself into your heart. Just before it reaches you, a twisted paw knocks it aside, and it clatters to the ground, vanishing in a haze of red-tinged corruption.

>Dozens of ghostly children emerge from the Void - or are you there yourself? -- and hastily swirl around you with outreached arms. Their mouths are open soundlessly, gushing spiritual waves of warning and import. The apparitions then become bright-winged nightingales that flutter away determinedly.

>You see an image of a lion, sitting majestically at the edge of a completely circular pool. It suddenly jumps and growls at an approaching vulture, but quickly calms as the creature places an offering before it. Both creatures rake their claws at the water's edge, breaking the serene image to reveal the tainted corruption lying just below the mirror-like surface.


~Thilan

I would assume they reffer to the All Hallow's eve fest that Solomon announced earlier today.

Some more. Don't care if they're fairly old or not; like I said in my original post I haven't seen them posted here:

>A small metallic shard hovers over the altar, ablaze with a powerful black radiance. It suddenly drops into a deep-looking pool, instantly boiling the brackish water amidst great yowling clouds of sickly blue and purple steam.

I think it's related to the shard Tallis gave Khurek that he keeps in the Red Buzzard Dungeon, perhaps plumbing the depths of necromantic corruption that lie beneath the surface. Go Khurek!

>You are plunged into a deep, cold, unending abyss, the nightmarish nothing spreading out in all directions, void of any life or sound. Despairing, you wander forward, with nothing to tell you whether you are going the right way. Suddenly, several white claw marks rend the air in front of you, piercing the darkness with a brilliant white light. As you step through the rip, gentle hands lift you up, and a voice speaks softly. "Do not despair, my child. Though the darkness seems hopeless, it will not last forever."

Another one related to Tenemlor perhaps?

Thilan,

I know you are also big on Elanthipedia so I'd encourage you to make a visions sub-page of your user page for altar visions like I have for moonie visions.

It's really handy having them all in one place.

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Rev. Reene

"Shard by shard she rearranges the world.
It looks the same, she says, but it is not.
It looks as they expect, but it is not."