Without The Catalyst, There Is No Event

[Eleatic 1033]

 

 

Again, yet again. The weary sands of time shove their grim portents against this doomed land of Anthos since it's preemination of the monks entry. Again, yet again. "I can see it in the earth..I can see it in the leaves as they fade back into their sleep." 

 

The soothsayer looks into the ash ridden air. He breathes deep the awes of destiny, his eyes rolling back in his skull. "Without the catalyst, there is no event, and without the event..there is no catalyst." His voice echoes off into the wind as a faint breeze. He frowns to himself, he pulls out a wide assortment of scrolls, texts. The ends of Asulon, the ends of Aegis, the ends of Elyisium. Homelands all, echoes now into the sands of time. He lifts his hands, brushing them against the rock. Letting them lift, letting cool volcanic ash spatter against the walls of the cave. They fade back into where they came.

 

We disregard the signs, we forget the catalyst. We always remember the event. There was the Axe of Krug, the desolation of the homeland of the lost peoples. Without pre ruination, none of these happen; nothing occurs. There must always be a catalyst. He lifts his eyes wearily to a cloth pulled from the walls, 'taking back the night'. The fools didn't know, of how they could. The night was always there, and never theirs to hold. Always a fading, always a forgetting. Not now, but then. The sage prepares his robe, covering his nakedness lest the gods be angered, as he may forsee in grimdark forgetting. He gets up, and there was a quiet in his cave as he embarked on his journey.

 

Long days, long nights. Both preceded and furthered his journey. It had been a long walk, many years had passed since he had any interest in doing so. There was a sadness as he looked toward the ruined halls of his home, to the decrypt ruins of Malinor, Lumaelin..He had too. He looked to the wall, took out a bit of splintered bone mixed with clove, and began to claw it into the solid wood, slow steps for each letter, each period.

"Listen now, races that forget. The past is returning, as it always has been. We can see it in the ruminations of the scourge, the considerations of the Monks. They all know it is coming, some wish it, others stop it. It has been fortold, and always was. This is the end, but what may survive could mark the stopping of the catalyst; the ending of the event. All you must do is hold steadfast, know in your hearts what will occur; many will die, many already have. Many have left this world to the echoes of another, but I ask no more. No More. Remember these words, hold them close to the burning embers of hell, and let them hear you call: NO. MORE."

 

It is unsigned. His ragged beard sways lightly in the wind. He turns, he looks over to his donkey, getting upon it. He whips the reins. The donkey makes a gruff 'NEEEIGH', and continues outward. The sages home awaited him, he contemplated how soon inhaling pure volcanic ash would kill him; not soon enough.

 

(Not an Aegisian Sage, if it looked like it; Just a deadbeat soothsayer. Who can also read.)

[Bloodnight 170]

i cant wate for that new expansion.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.