Visions

As you leave the Myconid caverns you are awash with the clouds of heady spores from their gills. You feel yourselves briefly shift out of time and space as your minds fill with thoughts that are not your own.

Ten thousand whispers echoed through the ruins of a once great hall. The ghostly voices all imparting the same message in a confusing cacophony, "The last vessel is safe".
As the words swirled around the long abandoned hall they began to stir the dust that had lain there, still since time immemorial. Gradually coalescing, the air took form and the force that had slept for an aeon opened its mind once more and let consciousness flood in.
With a sharp inhalation the being, that was once considered a king amongst its people, felt life enter its form and the thoughts of every one of its subjects imparted the knowledge of past millennia. Dust became bone, air became flesh and the king walked once again upon the lands that were inherently His.
Looking up to the maelstrom in the silver sky above He trembled with rage, the orbiting dark speck that was ever present was drawing nearer to the centre.
Sending out a pulse of telepathic energy He summoned his sages to his side at once.
“How many have awoken?” came the first question of many.
“The Gates of Zionyn have opened,” came the less than confident reply, “Ixtchamel’Traa walks the earth, His prophet subverting hearts and minds. Pale Night watches from her Bone Castle and tempts ‘The Hunger Below’ to work against Thoon, but he is slow to respond and sluggish in his rising. Xhagevoxhab pulls at his binding chains beneath the Scarlet waters and his influence is already spreading. The Sibriex are rising from Emlachmara’li’Racus, and Kirx’Katech has seen the return of it’s King. More positively, the Stone Prince is flesh once more, but his awakening has stirred the Mabarian and aberrant forces will move to test his resolve.”
“What of the Librarian? What of The Mistress in Chains? What of The Bleak General? What of the Clockwork Fortress? What of the Hand Bathed in Blood?.... We have much to discuss.” The master’s voice trailed of into deep thought as the court of sages gathered to his presence. Watching the vortex above once more his every cell filled with concern.