[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.]