[i]To the desk of Laksmi-2[/i] Concerning the discovery of our time lost member, I was able to snag several visions from our friend Praedyth's ghost, I have chosen to report them to you and you alone since the matters they cover are...concerning. Please I will trust in your judgement as to what is to become of them. Sincerely, Paran Vision #4 A skyline. A shattered city on a degraded coast. Off in the distance, the Citadel, rising like a cancer, blotting out the sun, it seems larger, as though it has grown. A guardian, a Titan, falls into view. He is battered, bloody. A shadow falls over him. A Minotaur missing an arm and head stands over him. It's remaining arm rises for a final jab. Then a crunching noise. A shock blade, glistening with oil and arc protrudes from the Minotaurs chest. It falls. Behind it a captain, proud and strong stands over the wounded Titan. A three fingered hand reaches out. The Titan clasps its arms and the Captain puts his hand over its shoulder. They walk off. Now we see the captain's cape. An orange cloak with a shining bright sphere in the center. Vision #7 A frozen tundra. Two armies face each other. One side, a bronze legion. Red eyed, Silent, steadfast. On the other, a howling horde, claws glistening, Wizards laughing. A massive swirling planet blots out the sky. The two armies move towards each other. A snow storm rises from nowhere blanketing both groups. Time passes and the storm abates. The same field but different. Ash has turned white to grey. Bronze units burn and crisp in the pale land. A single wizards still moves, crawling, not flying towards her end of the field. A Minotaur warps behind her. It raises its metal heel above her head. And the fragment ends. Vision #14 A massive field of light. A planet on fire. A shrine, surrounded by thinking silent matter. Several figures stand in a circle. 4 stick out. One a fallen, cloaked in green, missing two of its real arms. Another a warlock, shrouded in yellow and black. A Titan, female, stands next to him, same color scheme. The forth is awoken, eye patch, wiser. She has an air of age around, but looks young. I swear there is a fifth somewhere in the distance, but she fades, in and out of time. But their eyes stay at the center of the thinking shrine. A vandal stands facing a burning forge. It's eyes dance in wonder at the fire but it seems bathed in shadow. Its 4 hands reach toward it. The crowd stands in apprehension. The fire engulfs its hands but doesn't burn. From the inferno it pulls forth flaming pistols. One in each hand. Flames dance along its skin. The shadow over it has gone. It faces the crowd filled with triumph. Now we see its cape, a brilliant orange banner, with a striking sphere, a white orb.