The visions open with a furiously darting ink quill that dashes out of a stream of words reading, “My Master, I shall stay in Feldgrau and build an army of corpses for our risen lord...” The sentence fades, and after a brief flash, hands place the letter in an envelope and strike it with a wax seal. 

Another flash. Vrood’s scarred hands caress a parchment with a poem scrolled neatly upon its surface. You hear him reciting it to himself, almost like a chant. Some time passes and he gently places this parchment along with others in secret pouch sewn into his black and ochre cloak.

Another flash comes and the scene changes.

You see cultists scurrying around in the town square, exhuming bodies and raising an army from the corpses of Feldgrau’s dead.

After another flash, a warped chunk of burnt stone is removed from the dark pit from which the corpses have been dug up.

After another flash, Vrood’s hands place three strange items into a chest—an iron-and-glass vial containing a swirling gray mist, a bloody heart inside a glass bottle, and a fragile skull composed of hundreds of bone fragments. Into a second chest he places a strange statuette of murky green stone depicting a grotesque, tentacled creature. Into a third chest he places the warped chunk of burnt stone.

Another flash.

The chests are given to three riders in dark cloaks on pale horses. “Ride to Carrion Hill,” you hear Vrood’s voice speak. “Our agent will exchange the Star Moit for the Pnakotic Manuscript.”

After a final flash, the visions fade.