Dec 26 02:37:16 106 PA - Sage's vision of Alistair's plight
From Chronicles
Logfile from Rifts.
The current game time is: Mon Dec 26 02:37:16 106 PA. Location: Unknown - Clairvoyant vision
Entering a meditative state Sage finds herself whisked from the dead of winter to an unknown village in the midst of a very dry dusty spring. Maintenance is very much behind, giving the impression of quite the rundown place. No one appears to be around at the moment.
As she finds herself in the middle of a seemingly abandon town, Sage looks around to get a sense of it. The rundown appearance is certainly odd. There seems little more to do than look for signs of what may have happened or anything strange about the village. As she tries to reach out with any senses she has available to her, she wanders about.
"Well this is unexpected. Clairvoyance?" A smooth cultured and mature male voice asks with a strong German accent. Turning will reveal a well groomed greying tall man who is very fit, but also only and apparition. "Didn't know my presence on the astral plane could listen in on such calls. I imagine it has much to do with my own possession of the ability as well as my presence on the astral plane. I am Viator by the way. I imagine you are looking into the fate of the one calling himself Alistair miss?"
The voice does attract Sage's attention indeed as she turns about to see who seems to be speaking towards her. Her gaze considers the appariion. She offers a faint smile since she seems to be visible to this person. "We're on an astral plane?" She asks softly, before glancing to the village and nodding faintly to herself as if this explains much. She looks back to the man, "And, I am Sage." She responds simply figuring a name won't harm things overly much. She considers the man briefly, "I suppose that's the only reason I would be here." She replies after a brief pause, "How did you all..." She gestures around her to the abandoned village.
"This is not the astral plane no, but that is where I reside. This is your vision of a probable future I imagine. Come, I don't imagine you have much time." He says, cutting off the open question as he leads ahead, walking deeper into the village.
When the apparition seems to offer to guide her, Sage decides against questioning. This sort of thing doesn't work as often as she'd like, and is forced to follow along into the village. She glances around a little, but she doesn't expect that there'll be any danger for her.
Deeper in the village evidence of a battle is apparent. Or more aptly a massacre. Weapons scorches, bodies and gore become abundant as they near the village center. "Looks like the resistance did not go well." Viator remarks to the dozens of dead on the streets as he leads to the door of a central hall.
That there is a battle isn't surprising to Sage, but the signs of a massacre are troubling and brings a frown to her features. Surely if this many people died in the effort, something went seriously wrong. Nervously playing with her hair, she follows along. She decides not to distract the apparition with questions for the time being. Perhaps she can gain something useful from just seeing.
Inside the hall the air is thick with incest as it is very apparent a ceremony is in process. Chants echo off the walls and on the stage four robed men surround a naked and bound Alistair. His bindings are web, cascading to the ceiling to reveal a massive spider with a skull on its thorax.
As Sage enters the hall, she gasps softly. "Alistair." She whispers softly, before taking in the sites around him. "Mages?" She asks as she looks at the chanting robed men, glancing to the spider and studying it for a bit to see if there's anything distinct she could describe about it. "Spider..." She comments, "Is this what they're going to do anyway?" She asks, feeling helpless. "Do we fail?" She can't take her eyes off the scene in front of her to look at the apparition.
"Do you come? In time? Not for me to say." Is Viator's reply as one of the magi steps up to Alistair with an ornate dagger and plunges it into his chest. "All that I can say is time is running out." And the vision dissolves, the hall Alistair and viator all gone as Sage's true eyes open again.
"Wait!" Sage pleads the vision begins to fade, but it all seems far to clear what will happen. There will be some ritual in which Alistair is sacrificed. Her eyes fly open as she takes in a sharp breath as she comes out of her trance. "No..." She says, "I can't let that happen..."
