The Amberway II Vision "Deck"
The campaign's vision "cards" will be brief word paintings and will appear on this page when gathered. The vision deck is used in character creation and scene setting.
Contributor's Guidelines
- Vision card contributions are required as a price of admission to the campaign.
- The "cards" you submit need not relate to your own character. Ideally you will submit your vision cards before beginning to create your own character.
- Each "card" should be a brief paragraph describing a static scene; length: 25-50 words.
- Each passage should describe an image, an instant in time.
- Very important: write in the simple present tense please.
- Each description should be purely sensory, telling us what is to be seen (heard, felt, smelled).
- No names - not people nor places. No: "Julian crouches by a stream in Arden." Yes: "A man in enamelled armor crouches by a stream in a deep, old forest."
- Feel free to make up your scenes, to take inspiration from the Corwin saga, or to describe an actual card from Everway or some other card set.
- Submit your vision cards directly to the GM please.
| ID | Vision |
|---|---|
| 1 | A narrow path alongside the river turns into steps descending the cliff. A column of soldiers in grey climbs the steps. Bodies lie here and there about the stairway. A red-armoured warrior amidst a pile of bodies fights the topmost man on the steps. |
| 2 | A balcony has several tables. It overlooks a sandy-coloured city at sunset. Only the center table, the largest, is occupied. At its head a red-headed white man dressed in black is the focus of attention of the other sitters. |
| 3 | A long, dark, stone-floored corridor, lit occasionally by torchlight, has many closed doors. In the middle distance, a guard carrying a lantern, a sword at their waist, is opening a door and peering inside. |
| 4 | The icy ledge barely seems capable of supporting one climber, yet two crouch there, heavily clothed, a man and a woman. They seem tired. The man looks down fearfully. The woman looks up eagerly. |
| 5 | Wooden wings claw at the air as the contraption approaches the earth. The jump-suited black woman within manipulates ropes and levers. She grimaces with despair, or perhaps merely exhaustion. |
| 6 | The deer leaps, barely evading the teeth of the hounds pursuing her. Her dappled hide is barely visible amidst the forest greenery. The white patches on the coats of the hounds mark them out. |
| 7 | The schooner beats into the wind, tanned sailors scurrying about the rigging. On the rear deck the captain, dressed in brown and green, brown hair flying, reaches to help the helmsman. |
| 8 | A group of young people, each half brown human and half greenscaled fish, hunt a shark amidst seaweed underwater. The shark is wounded, bleeding in great red globes and streamers. |
| 9 | A thin strip of white sand lies at the edge of quiet blue water stretching to the horizon. On the horizon a tower points skyward, built upon an island barely in sight. |
| 10 | The heat bends the air above the stony desert. A lone dark-haired woman walks, bent nearly to the waist, her dark hands picking up stones and placing them in a sack. |
| 11 | A clear pool in a forest at night, reflecting the full moon. Beside the pool squat two people, heads together. One points across the pool into the shadows. |
| 12 | Sitting cross-legged in the middle of a circle drawn in blood and cornmeal, the young woman/old girl mumbles a chant as her eyes roll up, as if to look into her own skull. The moon rises above her and a pool of blood collects beneath her. |
| 13 | The stench of death fills the field. Countless bodies lie on the ground, bearing swords and muskets. A raven picks at the eye of a scarred man. A short, unwashed man pulls a ring off of the man''s finger. The stone catches the sun. |
| 14 | Pride fills the face of the young man. He holds his spear at attention, thrusting his shoulders back. His face painted and burnt by the sun, he keeps from looking behind him to the family watching him leave. |
| 15 | A tall woman stands by the side of a river, a little girl by her side. The woman wears a thin cotton dress which is soaked to the knee. The girl is huddled in a fur coat, shivering amidst the falling snow. |
| 16 | Fire erupts from the mountain top as lava flows beneath her feet. She is dressed sensibly, and wears hiking boots. She peers over the edge of the bridge. A ring is falling beneath her, toward the lava flow. |
| 17 | A man dressed in sable and crimson, padded to hyper-masculine proportions grimaces as if in pain. His side is bandaged, the bandages red. He sits on a bench beside a grass field. |
| 18 | A woman stands in a window, bathed in red light. A young man of perhaps sixteen years bearing a plastic hog counts out small, metal disks into his hand. The woman is nonplussed. |
| 19 | A tall, pale, gaunt man stands in the middle of a wheatfield, lowering his scythe for a moment. His overalls are dusty and grey, his neck and shoulders a bright red. |
| 20 | A wolf stalks the night. Saliva drips from his jowls as he notices his quarry take flight. Round, red, and plastic, it soars above his head. A smiling boy looks on. |
| 21 | Smiling and happy, the two boys race along the hedgerow. A light rain has started to fall, but the sun still shines and the smell of honeysuckles fills the air. |
| 22 | A man drives a pale yellow jalopy. He is dressed in a white shirt, a leather jacket, an aviator''s leather helmet, and a scarf. He has bushy brown hair and a bushy mustache, and grins hugely. The tires are turned sideways. The car flies high above the ground. |
| 23 | A smiling woman in a bright red dress with long, wavy blonde hair fills the picture. Her hair is long enough to hang down to her rear end, but it is all over her head. It is unclear whether she is falling, her hair is being blown upwards, or she is floating. |
| 24 | Two beings dressed in grey robes are attacking a man who stands in the doorway of a wooden building. The man defends himself with a gout of multicolored fire, from which his attackers shy away. The fading sunlight lights his face; he has a look of extreme concentration. |
| 25 | He is tall, he is blond, he is broad-shouldered and hugely muscled. He is also up to his waist in dark brown goo, climbing a wooden ladder that the goo seems to be eating away even as he climbs. Or is he lowering himself into the goo? |
| 26 | A Cthulhoid squid-creature holds an armored woman in its inky coils. She drives a dagger into its tentacle as it lifts her towards its enormous, toothy maw. The tentacles of the creature fill the picture; the woman''s face speaks eloquently of fierce anger and despair. |
| 27 | In the rigging of a tall ship, a man clings to the ropes amidst a light rain. He holds a spyglass, looking into the distance towards a small island. He is tall and handsome, with dark hair and dark laughing eyes. A cutlass hangs at his side. |
| 28 | Bright, beautiful, multicolored flowers grow in the center of a well-lit glade in a dark forest. Small ivory bones are clearly visible in the low grass around the flowers. |
| 29 | It is night in the city. A beautiful red-haired woman in a green velvet jacket gets into a sleek black automobile. She is smiling. It is not a nice smile -- she has sharp, pointed teeth. |
| 30 | A pale hand has erupted from the ground, illuminated by the flashing lightning. Raindrops stand out on the filthy-nailed claw. Do they react like acid, causing the silvery smoke, or is that fog blowing by? The hand has six fingers. |
| 31 | Three figures in dented armor stand on a distant hill, leaning on each other. One of them carries a standard, but the banner is torn down; another carries a broken sword. The sun is rising, or perhaps setting, behind them. |
| 32 | The inside of a tavern. Candles stand on the table, mugs and glasses, some broken, around them. Chairs are overturned. A man stands amidst the ruin, sword drawn. He is dressed in fine garments, of green and gold, slashed and torn by fighting. Bright blood is visible on one arm. |
| 33 | It is night, the full moon shining brightly. The spires of a palace reach up to the sky from the top of a hill. A man rides by, his green cloak flowing in the wind, an ebony staff in one hand. His expression is serious, and his horse looks wild. |
| 34 | A girl crouches in a dark forest, her form reflected in a pool of water. Her hair is golden-white, like starlight shines upon it. A crow sits on a branch close to her, giving her advise. The darkness almost hides tiny shapes, insect wings and hideous faces, looking at her. |
| 35 | A doorway in shadow, the shape of a woman in front of it. Dark curtains blow outwards. She is dressed in classical garments, her arms partly bared, showing gleaming golden bands. A shawl covers her head, shrouding her face in shadows. She is holding two masks, one happy, one sad. |
| 36 | A broad waterfall, seen from below. The water flows down great rocks, hiding some in mist. At the top of the falls, big trees form an arch, like a cathedral, reaching for the storm. At the bottom, the tiny silhouettes of a man and a wolf can be seen. |
| 37 | A man walks through a dark and misty forest, his sword drawn, looking wary. Branches snare him, tree roots claw at him. Strange shapes dance in the misty air, sprites and goblins with glowing eyes and sharp claws. A young boy, half-naked, dressed in leaves and moss, leads their chase. |
| 38 | It is night. A dark man stands at the entrance of some kind of tomb, examining its stone door. The tomb is built out of great slabs of granite. Behind his back, ghastly green apparitions rise mist-like out of the slabs and tombstones around him. |
| 39 | A busy bazaar at morning. The sun has just risen. The village looks Mediterranean. A woman walks by, her blue dress bright amidst the mostly earth-toned clothing of the others. Her her head is held high, her jewellery shines brightly. In the background, some dark-clad men stand looking at her. |
| 40 | A dark alley, somewhere in a modern city. A dumpster stands against one wall, half open, trash spilling out. A group of men stands in the darkness over the body of a fallen man. He is holding a glowing object, green light spilling from his hands. He looks scared. |
| 41 | A building rises against the dark sky. The lighted windows shine like monstrous eyes. Cars ride by. A man and a woman stand talking, their heads close together. A flash of her bright red dress shows beneath a dark raincoat. A silver glitter shines at his throat. |
| 42 | The seaside at night. Overcast sky. Dark spur of land jutting out into marginally less dark waters. |
| 43 | A desert of blue sand, with no sign of life within in. Above in a russet colored sky, an orange sun burns brightly. |
| 44 | A tree stump, the long lost remnant of a once might tree. Atop it stands a small child of six, hands on hips, chest puffed out. The mighty ruler of all he surveys. |
| 45 | A filthy and shaggy-haired man slumped over a crude and wooden table, hand clutching the handle of an upturned beer stein. |
| 46 | A field of yellow grass, punctuated by a lone tree with spreading, shade-giving branches. Beneath the tree one can barely make out two figures intertwined, the details lost behind the grasses. |
| 47 | A lone goat guarding a mountain pass. It''s eyes are blood red with rage, it''s head is lowered, and it''s legs are set with determination. |
| 48 | A crow, perched on top of a fence post. Within its beak is a scrap of paper, the top of which bears the greeting, "My dearest beloved --". |
| 49 | A wizened old man, with a long grey beard. He looks straight at the viewer, with a long prism crystal mounted on a stand before his pale grey right eye. The crystal seems to cut a swath across his face, his features distorted and fractured by the edges and curves. |
| 50 | Looking down a cliff at a man clinging on to a root, his feet dangling. Far beneath him one can make out the sinuous line of what might be a river. |
| 51 | A small fishing boat. One man is covered to the waist by what appears to be a giant fish. Two other fishermen are trying to help free him from his dilema. |
| 52 | Two men stand on the shore of a dark stretch of water. Holding a net, the younger watches the other intently. The older holds a long pole bent by the weight of something on the line. Unseen by both, a green tentacle has wrapped around the younger man''s boot. |
| 53 | An artist, sitting on a mosaic floor, sketching idly on a small pad. His clothes seem to have picked up swaths of color from the piece he''s working with. His sketch seems to be of a woman''s figure, perhaps that which is creating the shadow that falls on his form. |
| 54 | He stands before an open window overlooking a gull soaring over a tall mountain. The dawn''s light highlights golden hair and a ring on his right hand, resting on the sill. Dressed in black and white, a red surcoat hangs nearby. A hand absently strokes his chin. |
| 55 | A man stands at the edge of a forest outside the gates of a dark keep. His figure is lithe and wiry. He ’s dressed in drab clothes with dark leather boots, gloves, and belt. Across his shoulder is a satchel. The woods seem to have eyes watching him. |
| 56 | A dancer in veils and jewels stretches her leg high in the air. Standing in an alcove from which tables of patrons can be seen, small tattoos are apparent on her. Beneath the make-up, her age is apparent, wrinkles lining her face and exhaustion is apparent in her eyes. |
| 57 | A boy stumbles through a forest at dusk or dawn, apparently running from something. Behind him looms an old gnarled tree, black as night. In its branches resides a fortress of darkness, light seemingly eaten by its windows. In his hands he holds a maiden''s wreath of flowers. |
| 58 | A young boy is framed against the sky as if flying. The night sky is filled with stars, one seemingly brighter than the others are, second to the boy''s left. A small glowing ball seems to rest on his shoulder. His features are elfin and a smile curls his lip. |
| 59 | A woman lies across a grassy lawn, leaves in her long blonde hair. She''s in a summer dress adorned with flowers and wears nothing on her feet. Her gaze rests on the sleeping form lying next to her, young girl with long dark hair, her back to us. |
| 60 | A force of soldiers in armor climbs over a rocky precipice, their weapons drawn. A woman, holding a knife awkwardly in her left hand, follows. Her right holds her stomach, and the swell from pregnancy is readily apparent. Her shoes are scuffed and her gown is torn. |
| 61 | The werewolf stands on his hind legs watching his reflection in the mirror. The reflection regarding him back is that of a tall, distinguished man in evening clothes. His hair is graying at the temples and he wears small wire rimmed glasses. |
| 62 | Atop a dark jagged cliff stands an archer in noble livery, an arrow still nocked, yet the bowstring slack. His hair is whipped by the breeze, wrapping it around his almost emptied quiver. Below him can be seen a battlefield strewn with bodies. |
| 63 | A huge bear skeleton stands before a stalactite-toothed cave mouth. The bear is poised to strike, paws reaching and jaws gaping. Blood drips from its wrist bones and ribs, and red energy outlines its back. |
| 64 | A female figure silhouetted against the rising sun is dwarfed by the stones between which she stands. A third stone, supported by the other two, has a spiral carved on it. |
| 65 | A heron, standing in a body of water whose shores cannot be seen, stands upright with its wings extended and a writhing snake in its mouth. In the background, another heron peers into the water. |
| 66 | A tanned man in a simple tunic sits with his back to the viewer, looking out the mouth of a cave at a sky shattered by lightning. In the distance a blaze rises from a strike. |
| 67 | Two red rabbits rear on their hind legs and claw at each other with their forepaws. The right one holds his head and ears upright; the left one has his head back and his ears down, but he still fights. |
| 68 | A crude wood-and-stone axe stands blade upward, supported by a pile of birch logs. Three birch trees remain standing nearby; there is also a stump a little ways off. |
| 69 | A woman dances ecstatically, holding a rattle in her left hand and a necklace in her right. Her arms and waist are bedecked with ribbons. Three drums sit on the ground, but no one is playing them. |
| 70 | On a grassy plain stands a cougar-headed woman looking into the wooden bowl in her right hand. Her left hand supports a spear, its stone tip bloodied. Red tattoos decorate her arms, and she wears a bracelet of fangs. |
| 71 | A very small dark-skinned boy holds a bow and arrow. Behind him sits his mother, her hands on his, showing him how to draw the bow. Both are clad in grass - he in a kilt, she in a dress. |
| 72 | A green-haired, blue-skinned woman with the lower body of a snake sits on the edge of a stream. Her right hand, held near her lap, holds a bronze-rimmed mirror to reflect the viewer. In her left hand, she holds a glowing silver orb high. |
| 73 | A woman wearing only tattered rags lies on her stomach on a muddy beach, the lower half of her body still in the water. Her fingers dig deep into the wet earth as she tries to drag herself farther ashore. |
| 74 | A black horse bears its cloaked rider across a snow-covered field which is brightly lit by a full moon hanging low near the horizon. The rider''s head is turned, looking back over his (or her) shoulder. |
| 75 | A child peeks over the sill of a closed window, his eyes wide with wonder as he looks through the thick glass. His blond hair is in disarray and the room behind him is dark. |
| 76 | A old man dressed in faded fool''s motley drags a large sack down a dark alleyway. His eyes are fixed on the ground before him and he struggles with the weight of his burden. |
| 77 | A man dressed in grey crouches on a hillside that overlooks a wide bay. He has an arrow knocked to his bow and his eyes watch a trail that crosses the hill below him. |
| 78 | In a clearing in an ancient forest a stag is dragged down by a pack of wolves. Its antlers are stained with blood and several of the wolves bear obvious wounds. |
| 79 | A tall man pursues a boy running along the bank of a small stream, his hands outstretched to snatch up the child at any moment. Both of them are laughing. |
| 80 | A well-dressed young woman lies stretched out on her side in a sunlit meadow. Her long black hair hangs down over her face, obscuring her features. |
| 81 | Under a grey sky, a raven perches on the shoulder of a rotting corpse that hangs from a gallows. In its beak is a ragged strip of blackened flesh. |
| 82 | In a dimly lit room a white-haired man examines a bloody dagger, seeming not to notice as the blood trickles down his wrist and stains his sleeve. |
| 83 | A woman in a simple brown dress with a long black ponytail sits by a small campfire. Behind her a low stream, and around her woods. Light from the setting sun peaks through the trees past the stream, leaving spots of light and shadow about the ground. |
| 84 | A blacksmith holds a hammer in his right hand, and holds up a swordblade that he is working on with tongs in his left. An intricate filigree upon the blade catches the firelight from the forge. |
| 85 | A dark paneled wooden wall is interrupted by a door, slightly ajar. A small plaque bearing a cryptic icon hangs in the middle of the door at eye level. |
| 86 | An expansive plain of jet black meets an expanse of ivory along a sinuous line. A long, strange, snake-like creature slithers along the joining. |
| 87 | In a small, poorly lit cell, a man dressed in a dark brown robe sits upon a stool at a desk, copying intricate design from one book into another. |
| 88 | A man dressed in all black stands on an outdoor stage, speaking to a crowd of people, waving his arms. The audience listens in rapt attention. |
| 89 | A man sits in his car, stuck in traffic. Cars and brakelights stretch forward along the highway to the horizon. He scowls at the radio. |
| 90 | Dust covers a wooden workbench is covered with intricate and incomplete devices and mechanisms. Tools and written notes lie to the side. |
| 91 | Five men in dirty green uniforms struggle to climb up a hill of dirt and broken grass. A low mist drifts across the top of the hill. |
| 92 | Viewed from far above, a large, ornate castle sits atop a mountain, clouds playing about its towers. |
| 93 | A hot bright sun, or suns, reflects off pale pale sand. Simply glancing at the card causes the viewer to squint, hir pupils to contract to mere dots. A blast of heat radiates outwards. A faint scent of incense, or possibly cooking, lifts with a sudden short breeze. |
| 94 | After several heartbeats abstract lines and colors flow dizzingly into coherent photorealism. A city revealed in the depth of the eye''s tumble towards it. Human people labour below, unaware or uncaring of their watcher. The smell of artistic creation mingling with that of human bodies. |
| 95 | Scant moments ago, Something filled the card. The remaining scene of a waterhole bleeds loss and yearning. It begs to be filled, to have it''s thrice-missed Something replaced. Primal sub-sentience considers what might next be Something. |
| 96 | Rough terraces spiral down the side of a hill. At the very center stands a weeping Fool in ragged motley, reading to intensely-listening cows, huge tome cradled in his outstretched, trembling arms. Pale grey script trails over the edges of the darker grey cover and the deep black pages. |
| 97 | Two dark skinned men move together, naked bodies having left marks across blood-red sand filling a wide pit edged by a circular rock cliff. One man has just pulled the other into his lap. Both their heads are tipped back, an identical expression of ecstasy on identical hairless faces. |
| 98 | A multi-armed figure stands arms akimbo before an exact replica of Escher''s eternal staircase. An arm moves forward to vertically point thumb, forefinger and pinky at the image, which enlarges, bursting into sudden bas relief. |
| 99 | Darkness, the kind one could fall into forever, threatens to overflow the borders of the card. A handful of eyes peer out at different levels of darkness; translucent red, yellow, blue, green, purple. Each eye relects the face of the card''s holder. One slowly blinks. |
| 100 | A figure in a stained tunic sits upright on a bed, propped up on it''s elbows. The viewer stares around the body at glasses and bottles; pipes and encrusted plates litter the floor from bed to door on both sides. Contrasting smells fill the air and bite at the nose. |
| 101 | Oddly shaped cordwood stacks against a rough wooden wall of a very large one room cottage. There''s no sign of the crafter. A long table is coated with white dust, chips and flakes, various sized chisels and drill bits. Every item in the room is the off-white of ivory. |
| 102 | 15 many-colored metal balls are frozen in the complex pattern they''ve woven across a pale green sky. Pale double-thumbed cupped hands protrude wrist high from the bottom of the card. |
| 103 | Pool of dark water reflecting no light bubbles ominously. Brown liquid dribbles into it down a green stone ravine. Flowers grow in colorful bunches among clumps of darkly green weeds. Yellow fungus bundles cluster in scattered lumps on the otherwise bare ground. The sky is murky purple and red. |
| 104 | A stern man with pale eyes and skin the color of a thundercloud. Devoid of hair, except for pale eyebrows. Armored in steel plate with a three headed flail in his left hand. On a thick silver chain, he wears a sapphire about his neck. He stands on a balcony. |
| 105 | An antelope with green striping crops grass in a forest of trees with red trunks. Thick plates of bark are lined in yellow. Wide fronds at their tops are thick and fleshy, at the base; they match the trunk but fade through shades until the tips, which are bright yellow. |
| 106 | An Arabic city viewed from a balcony. Small adobe-ish buildings, a scattering of slender minarets and streets that are narrow and convoluted in their design. Earth and dust are the colors of the city, splashed at random with crimson and gold. The sky overhead is green with two visible suns. |
| 107 | A dark young man with smiling blue eyes that betray the somber and stately expression he attempts to maintain. His black hair is cut close to his skull and he wears a hauberk of black leather and a crimson cloak. On his belt is a gold-hilted saber. |
| 108 | The pale-skinned woman with raven hair, bound with a silver and moonstone chain, and yellow dress sits on the steps of a ruined building. Her smile is cold as the granite step which she sits upon. A bored looking tortoise shell cat lounges at her feet. |
| 109 | The cenotaph of yellowish brown stone, half covered with orange lichen, over looks a badlands of shale cliffs, mud pits with occasional geysers, and embankments of milky quartz. The black sky is streaked with opalescent stripes which wander in fractal patterns, giving the only light this place knows. |
| 110 | Sheer cliff walls bound a valley of ferns and lichen-covered stones. A stream of heavy liquid, looking like a river of molten jade, splashes on various rocky projections and spatters in beads like mercury as it tumbles down the cliff facing on the left. |
| 111 | A chasm with cliffs of granite, marble, and quartz descends to dizzying depths and runs into a roiling sea of purple water. There is a mesa, rising like a fortress, it's top significantly lower than the point from which you are viewing. The sky is green and has scattered clouds. |
| 112 | Streets of a smooth greyish substance intersect, bracketing a cream-colored building with three floors. Well-trimmed shrubbery grows next to the building along with evenly spaced trees. Humanoids in blue uniforms march in formation in a courtyard behind the building. It is drizzling, and the sky is a grey mass. |
| 113 | The mouse in the red and green waistcoat and white shirt with tea stains, sits in a chair that is too big for him. Sitting on several books boosts him to table level. Tiny spectacles are perched on his nose as he reads a book while he takes his tea. |
| 114 | A radiant youth dressed in purple toga, with large butterfly wings sprouting from his back, sits on a throne and flirts with a maid. A willowy lass with green hair and a cat''s tail, she wears a toga of gauzy layers of blue silk which do not seem designed for modesty. |
| 115 | Three women round a large pot in a dark, windowless room look toward the viewer as if appraising him.The girl stares in round-eyed innocence. The matron gazes with warmth. The crone, crabbed but clear-eyed, snarls and reaches with a clawlike hand. |
| 116 | Dark boles and limbs growing through each other, twining. By the wan light of fungi: orange, green and blue; foetid swamp a hundred feet below; trunks growing straight from the water. Some ape-like creature is just slipping away through the branches. |
| 117 | Two galleons sail near a bare mountain. Rust-red and steep, it rises in tiers from the sea. One ship is shattered, burning. Smoke leads back to the island and a second trail betrays a missile streaking towards the second ship as sailors work frantically. |
| 118 | A small boy, richly dressed, stands before an inquisitorial tribunal. All save the boy show signs of depravity and evil. The chief inquisitor appears to be a fleshless skeleton dressed in dark clerical robes. |
| 119 | A tall, thin man sits on a stool at the foot of steps leading up to a throne. His right ankle rests on his left knee as he polishes a sword with an old rag. Only the shadows reveal that a sword hangs point-down above him. |
| 120 | A man dressed in corduroys and moleskin waistcoat crouches before a campfire in a forest at dusk. The forest is ancient, the trees huge but dead, even petrified, as is the undergrowth. With a long knife, the man skins and bones a small child. |
| 121 | Under a full moon in a light rain, cowled monks walk in double file past monastic buildings. They congregate before a statue depicting a near-naked dancer, perhaps oriental. In three of her four arms, she bears a sword, a discus and a fox-faced bat. |
| 122 | Two unicorns dance on a mountaintop. One is male and gaily cavorts as it nibbles berries from a bush. The other is female; in vicious, feral savagery she tears at the body of a man with the teeth of a predator. |
| 123 | In an ancient temple of standing trilithons, naked tribesmen wearing strange designs painted in a luminescent blue dance round a burning wicker cage containing perhaps two dozen men, women and children. |
| 124 | Threads of mist weave their way through a dank and misty forest in moonlight. A skull sits atop a pole at the edge of a clearing and all the trees are dead and rotting. |
| 125 | An ultra hi-tech city of skyscrapers and pyramids of gleaming lead glass and chrome all lit brightly in the night. In the distance, a meteor falls into the sea. |
| 126 | Sunlight lances through a greenhouse in a wood, falling on bright green shoots pushing through trays of loam. Through the glass peers a child''s elfin face. |
| 127 | A priapic satyr sits beneath an olive tree, leering lasciviously as it plays a syrinx at either dawn or dusk. |
| 128 | At clouded dawn, a pale woman with long windswept brown hair steps from the surf she looks back toward. The bottom edges of her dress blend with the cool sea as if manifested from the waters themselves. The sweet smell of cool salt air pervades. |
| 129 | A crowded nightclub under a rotating mirrored ball. All patrons are a blur. A wolf in a black curoff t-shirt and low jeans reveals boxers spotted with smiley faces. Eyes shut and tongue hanging out, the beast''s ears flop and his tail swings. |
| 130 | On a verdent green cliff, an elk investigates a windswept evergreen at land''s end. In the distance, another elkfrazes on a small verdent and rocky mesa with sides that narrow at the base. The mesa has a blue pool supporting tiny cascade. |
| 131 | Near a a cliff of round stone and pinkroses a small green yellow-bellied reptile with mottled red and gold batwings swoops down. In the shrouded distance are many rounde stone peaks of similar stone. |
| 132 | In a pocket of a thicket shadowed with dark golden orchids flutter and frolick a flock of tiny blue-skinned, green-haired fairies with colorfully feathered wings. Some lounge on purple leaves, sampling the rich forest scent. |
| 133 | Sienna mist: a windswept maiden stands regarding her left , long silky blonde hair drifts gently to right. Pink flowers in her hair and light burgandy surcoat trimmed and belted in gold. She holds another bloom is in her gathered hands. |
| 134 | A school of fish swim through the air. Bleached gray sands stretch flatly to a horizon where a small sun rises over a triangular blue mountain. Pink boulders scatter the foreground, one with a cascade erupting from it''s side. A small oasis surrounds. |
| 135 | Open at the edge of a rocky cliff where a sparsely leaved evergreen twists in the brisk wind. In lightly clouded blue sky beyond float several boulder islands supporting similar breeze swept trees. There is a faint scent of pine in the cold dry air. |
| 136 | Gigantic splashes of liquid sandstone frozen in mid action protude from still blue waters covered a faint mist. In the waters, only partly obscured are mornings reflection of the the thin rocky arches. The air is cool and fresh. |
| 137 | A water-topped mesa surrounded by cool mist on all sides, water cascading gently off every edge. Isles of golden earth and stone dot the serenity of mesa''s still liquid blue surface reflect deep cloudless sky. |