Visions from The Abyss
Balley’s visions continue; a grey-robed figure approached the Abyss, and she was seeing without the scrying bowl.
Category: Towns
Topic: Wehnimer’s LandingDate: 05/05/2018 10:16 PM CDTFrom: STRLITNIT1Subj: Visions from the AbyssVisions from the AbyssBy Balley Korafest
My visions and senses seem to be getting stronger each day. I feel the wind calling. This evening it chilled me to the bone. A chill in the wind brought a sense of calm and sense of the abyss.
As I was relaxing in the TSC with Zosopage I noticed a storm was approaching. The lightning and thunder surround me. I felt the wind and rain blowing against me. As I listening to others and healing people I kept noticing that something was catching the corner of my eye.
The noise and chatter got to be too much and the group moved east to Moot Hall. As we stood there a cool breeze stirred outside of Moot Hall. I got a sense of cold and darkness washing over me. I started to listen to the wind, to see what it was telling me.
All of a sudden I saw a flash of lighting and started to feel like I was floating as I do before a visions begins. I felt a cold wave wash over my and cloud my eyes like rippling water under the moonlight. Off in the distance I see a grey robed figure briefly before it vanishes as I try to get a better look.
I felt the air shimmering around me for a moment. I again see a grey robed figure, but the figure seems to be slowly walking around in circles, passing through the crowd, looking for something or someone.
I call out a warning to those in the crowd. He is here. I pointed at the figure as is walked around before me. The figure suddenly stopped as soon as I gave the warning, as if it found what it was searching for. The figure turns toward toward me. I saw a tall slender figure garbed in a sinuous grey robe, with locks of pale silver hair peeking out from the shadow of a heavy cowl. A few faint scars cover the figure’s slender hands, along with a series of interwoven sanguine runes.
I continue to watch the figure. The slender grey robed figure steps up to you, raising her arm and pressing a finger to your forehead. The pale silver locks of her hair drift about like she is in water. She whispered something, it sounded sylvan, but I still cannot make it out, as if her voice is far, muffled, distant. The figure touches your forehead again, and you feel a tingling sensation ripple through your body. A moment later, the figure disappears.
I regain my sense a moment and tell the group what I have seen. It is not long before a silver light passes back into my eyes. I’m growing tense, my limbs stiffened, my legs locked and I slows my movements before my eyes begin to flutter. The sylvan voice returned, echoing through your head, into my mind. “See”
I realize I had left my bowl in my locker so I borrowed Stormyrain’s. I touched the bowl and gazed deep inside it. I was transported into the abyss.
While in the abyss I saw a dark cavern, lined with glimmering shards of plinite. A woman in a dark cloak stands screaming, pounding her fists against a wall of invisible force. As I watch the colors of the cavern of plinite suddenly bleed away, replaced by dozens of buildings and the sound of approaching, heavy boots. The dark cloaked woman hugged the shadows, clinging to the darkness of an alley while I saw a handful of soldiers rush by. She paused, holding her breath, waiting for the men to leave.
The sound of marching feet pass, and the woman peels away from the shadows, wisps of darkness coiling up from her arms and hands. She turns to exit the alley, when she bumped into a young man, knocking a tome from his hands that he had been reading while walking.”Oh! I am so sorry!” The young man’s voice echoes in your mind, as he fumbled and dropped his book. The woman leaned down, picked up the book, and looked at a name scribbled within its pages. She smiled, looking up at the man. “Peter?” The woman asks….
You see the young man nod, taking back his book, smiling nervously, trying hard to even look at the woman in the eyes. “Yes?” His voice cracks. The woman smiles, “I’m going to need your help.” Her eyes turn to the horizon, over the tops of the buildings, where a high tower stands, a fiery-red glow emanating from the highest peak. The vision fades.
I feel myself being called back out of the abyss. I blink and rub my eyes. I felt drained and in a fog. I did not recall what I had seen right away. I do not know of the people in my vision. The group of people around me seemed very concerned and worried about the vision. As I sit here now recalling the events of tonight, I wonder if this is just the beginning. Where shall this path I am on take me.