Visions of Nightfall III

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

 

The Third Prophecy

~V~ Music ~V~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwVbZqcA3IU

 

Now, as the Kharajyr Priests would continue about their daily lives as normal, they would all stop in their tracks as visions once more overtook them. Each would experience a feeling of warmth as words began to resound within their ears and fill their minds. Once more this would appear to the Priests to be that of the voices of thousands of children, all speaking softly and at once. They may find themselves collapsing as the words began:

 

“Hammer to the highest hand,

Father to his faithful land.

Maker of the lurks so foul,

Lover to the subtle cowl.

Blessed to the gods below,

Crops of life are what I sow.

Light is the sun, dark is the grain,

I do this time and time again.”

 

Soon, the words would fade from the Priest's ears, leaving them mentally exhausted. However, they would not appear frightened as the previous visions had. A feeling as if this was a conclusion would linger within the Priest’s minds. Birds would quickly be sent out by an aged and mostly blind Kharajyr, each of the Priests now gathering around the sacred water of their Moonpool, in order to discuss the newly discovered Prophecy.

 

What could it mean?

Was this a warning, or message?

 

OOC:

This is the Third Prophecy!

 

The First Prophecy:

Spoiler

 

"Origins all but absolute,

weave not past my own dispute.

Strands of fate now do entwine

both mind and soul are my design.

Safeguard not my children near,

mine is the vessel of love and fear.

Pity not the weight of strain,

I do this time and time again."

 

 

The Second Prophecy:

Spoiler

 

“Fruits of life do beg my pardon,”
“roaming astray my endless garden.”
“My will sees metal turn to rust,”

“And men grow tall from all but dust.”

“Find me not in book nor tome,”
“For I’m the breath and life of home.”
“Forge noble beasts and kings that reign,”
“I do this time and time again.”

 

 

 

[ForeverGinger 148]

Ketzawl shakes his head as the echoing choir fades into the back of his mind. He slowly stumps his way to the Moonpool, muttering to himself all the while:

 

"Thees ees the last uuf thee calls, ees eet? What more cuud Muuna ask uuf Kha na'ow?"

[Elad™ 560]

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