From a recent event prediction:

A crimson design etches across the air in front of you. Its origins are foreign, but a powerful desire accompanies it: it means everything you want, every possibility realized.

"You're forgetting something."

You stand in front of an iron table, scalpel in hand. Lying on the table is a half-naked Dwarf, unbound yet seemingly paralyzed. He stares up at you with wide, tear-brimmed eyes, while his breaths are accompanied with gasping, plaintive whines. Standing opposite of you is an elderly Human man in homespun clothes.

The Old Man says, "Glory. Immortality. Transcendence. Every promise that has been made is true. It's all hidden inside there," he looks down at the captive Dwarf, "Waiting for you to dig it out."

He returns a flat, expressionless gaze to you, "The moral dilemma isn't that necromancy demands a terrible price, but that you aren't the one that pays it. Are you worth his life?"

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Moon Mages who get hit with HULP should indulge in their Survival Secondary side and run away.

-Armifer

That particular event prediction is nifty in that the person on the table mimics the sex and race of the person doing the event prediction.

Sorry Dwarves, nothing particularly Dwarvish going on here.


- George, Player of Foresee