The Griffin Sword Saga (storyline)/2005-06-12 - Vision of Volierre (log)
A large group of people collectively experienced the same vision late at night on or around 6/12/05 while in Solhaven in the final months of the Griffin Sword Saga. At this time, Volierre was in town seeking the Advent. Maluverre, also in town, was intentionally avoiding Volierre. Dreams and visions such as this one were experienced in increasing frequency in this part of the storyline.
The Advent would later be revealed to be Sylvirria, who at this time was trapped in stasis within a crystal and unknown to all but Maluverre; Volierre would later be identified as the Foundation; and Maluverre would later be recognized as the Keeper of the Present. All three had become emissaries of Gosaena, each having independently of one another visited the ancient temple in this vision and begun a ritual, although for Sylvirria and Maluverre it had been centuries beforehand. And all three were bound to complete the ritual together.
The elf who arrives in the vision is none other than Volierre. This was a glimpse into the near past, within but a year or two at most, when he first set foot into the ancient temple dedicated to Gosaena and where he was changed.
Silvery ribbons of incandescent light whisk down from the stars and roll like crashing waves *through* you, sweeping your vision away until all you can see is... You feel yourself pulled away. [Ancient Temple, Antechamber] The sweeping, crumbling curves of a high, vaulted ceiling arch over you in a state of immaculate decayed beauty, the paintings upon the ornate decorations long since faded away to mere silhouettes. Columns line the room, each detailed with a somber elegance that permeates the decor to the very heart. Numerous hallways stretch on in a seemingly eternal maze, punctuated only by piles of crumbling stone. A strange feeling of unreality wavers through the area, imparting a dream-like quality to everything. You also see a gleaming slash of reality. Obvious exits: none A strange voice ripples in through the silence, its subtle tones laced with an ethereal, otherworldly quality, "...the Cycle began, but was not finished..." Another voice, equal in its otherworldly, transcendant tones but far different speaks in the void of silence, "...there is one here who might serve as the Foundation, the Past..." A strange voice ripples in through the silence, its subtle tones laced with an ethereal, otherworldly quality, "...you mean...the Advent..." It pauses slightly, as if rethinking the term, "...the... Future... has already been bequeathed upon the living?..." Another voice, equal in its otherworldly, transcendant tones but far different speaks in the void of silence, "... Yes. The Ways are unclear, but the Advent still exists... it came into being *before* the Foundation was created... but not from this place... I can feel it even now, but it is dull and near lifeless... you can, as well, if you delve deep enough into the mortal coil..." A strange voice ripples in through the silence, its subtle tones laced with an ethereal, otherworldly quality, "This Age only retains tatters of the latter, they did not know of their transgressions... but we may set things right once more... if you will join me." Another voice, equal in its otherworldly, transcendant tones but far different speaks in the void of silence, "...Then let us become as we were in those times before times, when the Oracle stood proud and mighty and the Cycle went on unabated..." Another voice, equal in its otherworldly, transcendant tones but far different speaks in the void of silence, "The one I speak of, the Foundation... he comes..." For a brief moment, a young elf with a pointed nose and pale skin enters from one of the numerous hallways, a few tattered scrolls and maps poking out haphazardly from his clothes. His eyes pass over you, as if you were not even there, and he continues on into the darkness. The ethereal voices say in unison, "The Foundation shall Be. The Cycle will be Complete." The tattered memories of another dissolve around you, leaving only reality behind... You feel yourself pulled away. [Solhaven, North Market]