This page is read only. You can view the source, but not change it. Ask your administrator if you think this is wrong. ====== Partys Vision At Magic Acadamy ====== {{ :note:fire2.png?nolink&200|}} ==== Note: ==== 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. /*{{tag>note}}*/