The Prophecy Spreads

[Tsuyose 3285]

To those who bear knowledge and practice dark arts and Clerics of all kind would begin to feel a few effects.

 

Throughout the week their joints would ache slightly, paranoia would begin to engulf them for an hour a day as if someone was watching and their mind would feel as if it was pulsating in pain. Quite suddenly, their visions are blinded in an opaque haze, their guts would feel as if their inner-organs were being blended.. Then come forth the whispers, seeping through their mind in a hushed and soft tone..

 

"Beyond the shattered realm their descendants stumble.. Fate not altered, time hath fumbled. After a time of Draakar's ire cover the Fringe, torrid winds and fire. Traverse the maker's mark and seek a truth that ancestors beseech."

 

And then, their vision returns and the pain subsides.

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir notices all the Tah clerics suffer horribly only to later gain a well known message he had already been given in a convenient note.

The eunuch than proceeds to point and laugh at any of the suffering clerics he sees, due to himself being 100% unaffected due to being the only healing cleric not connected to Tahariae.

[AndrewTech 3334]

The High Cleric, and the last member of the Council of Light and Master Clerics, Mandru VonSchlichten, shivers from the vision he has received. The pain is unbearable; that and the mental pain he is faced with from the loss of his eldest son makes him put a hand to his forehead.

 

His threshold for pain is great, his paranoia even greater than usual, and his morale at an all time low.

"Best leave this to the Itharel unless they call for my help," He mutters to himself.

 

"Nevertheless, they may yet need my help... I must find Hosper and inquire about what this vision means!"

 

​The old cleric considers leaving his manor behind the Teutonic Castle to seek out the Itharel Forseti... And he very well might, tired and grief stricken as he is...

 

 

 

 

[susitsu 871]

Upon rising from his interrupted mediation, Lucas Black's eyes would cast to his surroundings, searching the darkness around him for signs of anything out of place, anything that didn't belong. Being one from the age of ancestors, his eyes would narrow on this message.

 

Sifting through his own memories, he would try and place something on this term, 'The makers mark.'

 

Slowly laying down, he would return to his meditation.

[CaptainSheepy 317]

Archmage Ceruberr's face would contort in pain as the prophecy is spoken yet again. He lays down his quill with a quivering hand before standing and making his way to the balcony of his office. He takes in a deep breath of the cool air. Seemingly unfazed by the whispers and darkness which surrounded him. The young Shade was all too familiar with it.

 

His flowing white hair sways gently against his shoulders in the breeze. His intelligent emerald eyes narrow as they scan over the parched plains.

 

With a small sigh he mutters

"I fear for what will come, though there is hope. The keys must be found. We must depart.

This land is coming to an end..."

 

He closes his eyes for a moment and whispers

"..Where are you Jack? What will become of us?"

[Drak3 442]

Within the depths of a cavern sits a woman. The faint droplets of water being heard somewhere

in the far reaches of the hideout as she sat with slowed breaths escaping her mouth. 

For in the past few days, this individual has resorted to hiding out in such a place. Her

mind hummed with an uneasy sense. One that brought on a dull, pounding pain within the confines of her mind.

Every joint in her body ached slightly as she'd then wince to curl forward and wrap both hands around her waist. Falling over on her side. The woman sat as sweat gathered across upon her furrowed brow. The look of suffering plainly written across her face for a time until the expression lifted. Leaving the faint message inscribed into her memory.She sat up to look around as the pain felt slowly slipped away from her senses. Confused and startled. The figure of the petite woman stood to head out of the lair for some fresh air to add to her thoughts.  

 

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[Rig 17591]

Aegor lets out a hallow grunt as the already known prophecy echoes through his mind, collapsing to his knees, he begins to pray, before speaking with a tired, low toned voice to himself. "N-... not again... Please..."

[tnoy23 202]

Toby twitches in his room, simply resting and thinking. The thoughts aren't crammed down his head as the necromancers and clerics are, but he knows of the prophecy nonetheless, and it's been consuming him in trying to figure it out. Suddenly, his eyes flare open, and he realizes something. With a low mumble, audible only to himself, he leaves his room "Setherien will seem very weak, very soon..."

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

I'm sorry what were you saying?

((Tsuyose edited it...))

[susitsu 871]

((Tsuyose edited it...))

((You honestly deserve it.))

[Lima 774]

Lori just kinda sits there well in the knowledge of this prophecy, and thinking hard about the information that he and the other dwarves knew before he even went on his big ale trip.

So a better question comes, where is our drakkar, maybe... just maybe someone knew that too? 

[Geo 1415]

Naruntah sits in his hovel, surrounded by corked vials and open tomes sprawled across the bench in front of him, seemingly deep in the study of his notes.  Already tense constantly from the screams of the betrayer inside his mind, these whispers struggle to reach him yet he seeks them out, hungry for their knowledge.  As the full message makes itself clear to him he spends time pondering on it, trying to decrypt it.

 

"This knowledge that has usurped from the grave is not new, or untold.  An eclipsed fate that even the squirming children of the human kingdoms may know.  Yet... why do you return yourself to me, message? There must be meaning behind your second coming.  Oh how I told Ambros and Blundermore that the catalyst of the frozen wastes was not yet over, and how they ignored me.  Fools."

[The Fact Core 511]

The Oogie Boogie Man makes "YaaAaaaaaAaaAAAAaaaay!"

[Lyuin 65]

Isaac Baelish (or Lyuin Avern if you'd prefer), grumbles about the pain as he remains in his home at Tahn'siol. The very whisperings being similar to the message the Sohaer had previously rambled only an Elven day ago. Duly noting it he mutters quietly concluding that something wants the descendants to hear the message. 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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