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A chorus roused within a discreet cave.

A blasphemous rite has neared its conclusion,

and in drappled, flashing pictures,

a macabre and heinous practice

unfurled to the gazes that gauged the fragile coherency

of the realm’s shield against the volatile sea of chaos. 

 

The Veilwatchers,

whether blessed or burdened by the greater sight,

were bestown with a countenance of ruptured fabric.

Clad in a splendorous corral, shackled in a great and gilded chalice,

it oozed the agitation.

A glimpse of the beyond.

Its looming brawn was leering out in all its glory. 

 

A din of blistering winds that spewed therefrom

gnawed on the ears of the observers.

In the cloven maw,

a welter of writhing colours,

of crimson and viridescent,

roared and frothed with sheer might,

freckled with sinister smudges of abyss.

Obsequious to the rift’s power,

space bent at its fringes,

wavering and hazing,

croaking and crackling.

 

There was a pair of podiums at its brims,

staring at each other from across the arcane chasm.

Stationed upon either, stood a figure,

wrapped in instantaneous black cloak each,

and  with hoods draped lowly over their visages.

Wisps of mana thrived about them,

and beset in trembles lingered either. 

 

Beckoned by the avarice,

they wrought a terrible deed,

whether folly was to follow or greatness to arrive.


 

Spoiler

This is a vision available for Veil Watchers, and it abides all the lore and redlines

 

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The Lord-Magister crumbles to the street below in twisted agony, much to the confusion and concern of varying spectators - a familiar, and long-absent torture inflicted on him for the price of knowledge.

 

As he rises back to reality, and wipes the pain-born tears from his eyes, his resolve steels. There will be no delays.

 

He begins to move.

 

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Going to assume this is Event Horizon and not Communication - otherwise, wonderfully written!

 

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Arthur stared upon a mirror, electing how to choose a disguise, when he noticed his eye shining a little brighter. . . His first vision.

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Orion awoke on the floor of his home, a spiraling gaze staring up at the ceiling. There was already some ruckus outside, he could tell. A vision? It had been a long time since. He would have to find the others. Surely, they'd know what to make of it.

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In the midst of him moving some his belonging, Father Raven would drop the box he was carrying, as he fell to floor, as the rest of the movers were mortified by his spasms. In the ened he awoke, pondering as he was visibly confused before it started to settle in, his expression change to one of mortified confusion as he got up and rushed somewhere..

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Thalien would soon fall to his knees as he would find himself looking upwards to the sky. he would sigh as he begins to remember "Another one it seems.. A vision perhaps?" He questions to himself as he would begin to try and go about his day..

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