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The starry gaze and divine presence coat you. You see past, future, present.
>1
And you are overwhelmed. A straw thrown in all possible realms ocean.
>18 : success
Until you aren't anymore. The image stabilize in a cave full of ratmen; carved in an oval with rows and rows of seats. A rat bigger than the average, armored and metal-clawed, knee in front of older rat, greyfurred and sporting togas.
>19 : double success
You even know when, and where. Now, and two night and two days of travel at the speed of five rats running for their lives, west of your hold.
The rodent squeaks more than speak, but your mental image innate skill gives you the gist of the meeting. Formidable opponents have raid the new outpost, it need reconquest. The rat leader lost status, and will only be a lieutenant to the scheming mammal granted the honor of leading and retrieving the fort. If he survives the assault, he will be guard's captain at best. You can sense him sickened and shivering of anger. It might be personal between him and dragons at this point.
You wake up retaining a key element of the vision. Rats are coming back. They are dedicated and will throw necessary meat to retake the once-dwarven hold. Above your head, it seems it's a bit windy outside.
What's your plan for today?
[You can specify who does what]
>Hunting. Reserves are running low [1 day of food remaining]
>Training. You need to hone the pack's skills for the challenge to come
>Stockpiling. Best answer of the lair would be more traps, alchemical poisons and healing balms, concealed pits with sharpened welcolms to trespassers.
>Looking for manpower. Find some suckers to do the dirty work and fight your battles at a low price of cohabitation.
>The best way to not lose a fight is not fighting it. Abandon the hold
