[Vision] PARABLE OF THE STORM

[sam33497 3014]

[This vision is only available to Veil Watchers with the Event Horizon ability.]

 

 

PARABLE OF THE STORM

 

 

 

YOU ENTER A GREAT SCENERY THAT IS SURELY AS OLD AS TIME ITSELF. A GREAT FIELD AND ENDLESS HORIZON - IT APPEARS AS IF A LANDSCAPE PRIMORDIAL AND ANCIENT. HOWEVER, YOU FEEL IT CLEARLY - TIME HAS NO MEANING HERE, AND WHAT IS TRUE HAS ALWAYS BEEN SO.

 

THERE IS A STORM THAT RELISHED IN ITS DOMAIN; IT HANGS HIGH ABOVE ITS DEMESNE, RULING AND MANIPULATING AS IT SEES FIT. YOU BECOME IMMERSED WITHIN THIS STORM, AND YOU COME TO UNDERSTAND AVARICE - YOU COME TO EMBODY IT.

 

IT SHOULD ONLY BE EXPECTED THAT THE AVARICIOUS STORM WOULD ONE DAY FIND ITS FINITE DOMAIN TRIVIAL - INDEED IT WAS THE ENVY OF MANY OF THAT LANDSCAPE, BUT IN ITS HUBRIS ITS EYES TURNED UPWARDS, OF DESIRE TO PIERCE THE STARS.

 

 

 

 

THE STORM GREETED THE ENDLESS NIGHT SKY WHICH LAID ABOVE IT. POSSESSED OF INFINITE KNOWLEDGE AND STRENGTH IT WAS, AND SO THE STORM IMPLORED IT FOR A FRACTION OF THIS STRENGTH, THAT IT MAY TOO BE A DEITY OF THE COSMOS.

 

THE NIGHT SKY KNEW THAT THE STORM COULD NOT HANDLE ITS POWER; EVEN SO, IT DID NOT HESITATE TO ENDOW ITS POWER UPON THE STORM, FOR THIS TRANSFERENCE OF POWER WAS A NATURAL, CYCLICAL PROCESS. THE STORM WAS NOT THE FIRST STORM, NOR WOULD IT BE THE LAST.

 

STANDING BELOW, UNDER THE VICIOUS EYE OF THAT STORM, TWO STOOD. ONE HELD THEIR ARMS HIGH, MOTIONING TOWARDS THE BROKEN SKIES ABOVE. THERE WAS CACKLING, A TWISTED JOY WITHIN THIS STORM.

 

THE OTHER, BOOK IN HAND, STUDIED THE MAGNITUDE. A BRIGHT, WICKED SMILE FORMED UPON THEIR BLACKENED SILHOUETTE. WHAT JOY THEY HELD WITHIN THIS STORM.

 

AS THE STORM TAKES A POCKET OF SKY AND STARS INTO ITSELF, THE VISION BEGINS TO FADE. THE FATE OF THIS PRIMORDIAL LANDSCAPE IS UNCLEAR, BUT AN ASSAULT UPON YOUR SENSES FOLLOWS. A DISTANT BEACON POUNDS UPON YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS.

 

THE VEIL HAS BEEN TORN.

 

 

 

 

[OOC: The contents of this post should not be used to positively identify anyone, its specific descriptions are exclusively flavor.]

[Beholder 200]

Briga reels from the confusing vision as it assaults her mind, though she manages to not have an epileptic fit.

 

It was far more... abstract than the last vision, but the meaning was clear at least.

 

The Dwed straightened resolutely. She'd contact the others soon enough.

 

She then promptly doubled over and vomited on her boots.

[Morigung-oog 2479]

A senior watcher dropped to the ground within the city square of Haelun'or, her armor clattering against the cold stone of the ground. A screech of pain erupted from Valindra Nullivari, much to the concern of her peers and commanding officer as her mind was overtaken by forces none of them were familiar with. Her lithe frame lurched, writhing around in agony that she thought unending.

 

Yet end it did, giving way to a feeling of looming dread. Brushing off her peers' concerns, the Mali took to the clinic to soothe her bruises from her fall and reflect upon the repetition of history once more.

[PrimnyaQuorum 1054]

A Watcher, not yet enlightened to the gift of a Vision, crashed to the tavern floor in Veldev. Cries and whimpers of suffering rang throughout the tavern and into the nearby square, as agony gripped every inch of his small form. Tavern-Onlookers came to his aid, unable to See as Haus Weiss-Vuiller saw, not understanding. 

 

As his senses returned to him, untainted by the forces that had gripped him - for what felt like a endless eternity - the Highlander shakily made his way to a nearby clinic, almost unable to speak as his mind raced, and a sense of fear and dread overwhelmed him. 

[Luxury 627]

The Loom, awakened by the whisper of an unraveling thread, began to spin its tapestry of fate. Strands danced in an intricate choreography, reaching out in myriad directions, seeking the elusive weaver of Voidal calamity.