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Partys Vision At Magic Acadamy
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The party went to the magic acadamy looking for a way to open Maeva's warded bag, upon leaving, the party saw the following vision:
The vision
Candlelight gutters, stretching into long red threads that pull away from reality. Your breath fogs, though the air is warm. A pressure settles behind your eyes—heavy, insistent, like a hand pushing your thoughts aside.
Then the chamber dissolves.
You stand in a vast, starless void. A single throne rises from the darkness, carved from bone and shadow. Blood drips from its armrests, falling upward instead of down.
A figure sits upon it.
Their face is hidden behind a mask of shifting flame—sometimes a noble’s features, sometimes a stranger’s, sometimes your own.
The voice that follows is not spoken. It erupts inside your mind.
“The crown bleeds next.”
The masked figure lifts a hand. Five relics ignite around them—crown, scepter, chalice, mantle, orb—each burning with a different light. Their glow twists, warps, and dims as shadowy tendrils coil around them.
“The Fivefold Mandate falters. One relic lies. One relic breaks. One relic betrays.”
The throne cracks. Blood pours from the fractures, forming a river that rushes toward you. In its reflection, you see a face—someone you know—eyes wide with terror as a shadow coils behind them.
“Find the anchor… before I do.”
The masked figure leans forward.
“Or I will wear them next.”
The vision shatters like glass.
You gasp awake, heart hammering, Maeva’s blood‑ward still pulsing faintly—now in time with your own heartbeat.