A burning, draining sensation fills your mind, as a vision slowly appears.

A dim light shines through the window of the local pub.

Locals gather to discuss all manner of events, mostly those out of the ordinary.

Tales and rumors spark within the tavern of the awakening of magi who claim affiliation with some sort of Consortium of the Eldritch...

..and of their approaching like-minded adventurers with opportunities of promise and magical rebirth.

Conversation of the tales quickly turn to discussion of the requisition of the next ale, and the sowing of the coming harvest.

Such complex and exciting times are lost on the simplest of folk.

Slowly, the strange visions fade, leaving you with a tingling feeling, running down your spine.