[Final Update] The Turning of the Seasons

[Aesopian 1639]

~| Wonkawood |~

 

The completed prophecy can be found in the spoiler below.

 

Spoiler

Earth's blood, and heaven's womb. Love cursed by the life that blooms. 

Bliss on their minds, at the crib his head they wait to rise,
Their passion blinds, hearts beat fast as they see emerald eyes. 

Swaddled mortal, from the hunter they keep him hidden.
She flees at dusk, lest they wish his end be bidden. 

Born with their truth, the master's slaves can teach him little,
The tender child learns only that they are brittle.

He is broken, by words unspoken, the prince of green flame,

The forest becomes his home, and he forsakes his name.  

Oh he feels them, each bush and blade, dying now in every glade,
A name he gives the screams he hears, he will be their kindly shade. 

The dreamer's servant, but the fearsome fire still grows hotter,
Hate turned fervent, now he sickly slips into the slaughter.

So he breaks them, all lands crumble underneath the sun.
The world will do the holy doing, until his duty's done.

For gracious silence, he needed violence, purging all their kind,
This land was just another realm, and then the fates aligned.

The first were broken by the tides, the oceans swell to drown,
Cities devoured and peoples scoured, all by the prince to crown. 

Ancient word gave birth a burning storm, stirred from sacrifice.
His fingers stole their fates away, he delivered them to paradise.

His blazes drew the second's praises, hearing death of the first,
Undone by their ignorance, for with their savior, they are cursed.

Crowds lauded him, applauded him, and he ground them into mud.
His brothers no longer, only their masters could sate his blood.

In that pit of godly green, he was gifted with the truth,
The fractured ice beneath, deathless men bequeath in sooth.  

 

War he waged ‘til he was worn, whispered quiet to the morn,
So that wretched weeds could rest, and someday again be born.

Now he sleeps, the prince who creeps, a war beneath him still. 
The devil keeps him dreaming, nightmares wander in his will. 
 

Four shall wake him, and four shall see, an ending for serenity. 
Four brother’s blood, here is the key, unlocking death’s eternity. 

Roots shall rejoice to fiery flare, and canopies sing his praises.  
Worship spilling for bark and sap, all from the world he razes.

Thorns will twist and turn to tatters all the men who ever mattered, 
Ravaged empires call their banners, heed fast before they’re shattered.

They shall lift their chains and axes both, fear ridden in their eyes. 
But they cannot hope to stop him, the prince who holds the skies. 

By Winter’s turn, their lanterns burn, old hopes blazed to ash, 
Running low on dreams and heroes, fuel to stave his lash. 
 

 They will gather ‘round the greatest pyre, as they turn upon their ken. 
This fire will be our funeral, his head does rise again.

 

 

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"Ah, so that's what you want... mhm, well, old Sorkek has always wanted to recover the prophecy. I don't think it's too much a worry to let you know of it."

 

The wonk elder taps the bottom of her crooked staff against the rock. She is so heavily wrinkled that she more closely resembles a green jellyfish than a frog, and her sunken body speaks to a powerful exhaustion, but her eyes still glint with great wisdom. 

 

"It would be many generations ago, not long after we became trapped in these caves. There was an ancient, abandoned village of our people here, and we were still restoring it. One day, a strange cat-woman came to visit us-- oh, they're called Kharajyr? Well, the Kharajyr told us that she was a traveler from a distant land. She told us that she was wandering the world, and was traversing Atlas, to reach the western seas. She said that her goddess could grant her visions of the past and the future, and that in exchange for our hospitality, she would give us a vision."

 

"We were curious. We were also not cruel creatures, and she had thrown herself upon our mercy. So, we found no issue with letting her stay with us. It was agreed that she would be allowed the time until the next full moon, and in exchange, she would give us one of her visions."

 

The wonk sighs languidly.

 

"Things were well. We taught her our culture, about the spirits of the swamp, and of the beauty of nature. She did her best to carry her weight. On the night of the next full moon, keeping true to her word, she sat down in the center of the village, and prepared to have her vision. She called it 'moon-gazing'. Taking out tablets of chalk, she wrote down what her vision told her."

 

"Apparently, something went wrong shortly into her trance. She began to scream, horribly, as though she was in great pain. We tried to wake her, but it was no use. Our warriors could not keep hold of her, and she scrambled away, through the caverns and out onto the surface. What happened was horrifying. It was like the moonlight burned her, blistering her skin, charring her flesh... we could not save her. It was less than a minute before she collapsed onto the grass, a pile of smoldering ashes. We shattered the tablets she had been writing on, and cast the fragments in the rivers." 

 

She raps her staff against the stone once more.

 

"It was several years later when one of our scouts reported that they had found carvings in a stone cliff, and taken an impression of them. The elder at the time, who had seen the Kharajyr's writing before the tablets were shattered, recognized the carvings the scout had recorded. They were the same. Not just the same language, but the same words. The prophecy... it is out there, somewhere. Somehow." 

 

"Find it, and bring it back to us. Whatever it is, it is better that we know it than it be hidden on some mountains in the wilds. You will be rewarded."

 

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You can find fragments of the Turning of the Seasons all over Atlas, tucked away in old corners of the world. If you are the first to recover a fragment, scribble it down! Bring it to the wonk village, located somewhere in the Wonkawood, and you will be rewarded with two wonk tokens, and an additional token for every other new fragment you recover. These tokens can be turned in for items, shown on the list below. An example of a fragment can be found in the spoiler below.

 

All fragments will have this sign and text beside them.

 

Spoiler

 

Fragments which are already found will have a sign added with [FOUND] written on it.

 

If you have trouble finding the wonk village, make sure to thoroughly explore the Wonkawood! Keep your hearing sharp for their tell-tale ribbits. You can find a map showing the Wonkawood's location in Cloud Temple.

 

You can find the Wonk Item Listing here, which details the number of tokens you need for particular items: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/172006-wonk-item-listing/

 

Previous Event.

[1_Language_1 1671]

((Sweet, can't wait to participate.))

[Jakraes 51]

Rhova'dir would immediately pack his things, making sure he didn't forget his walking staff before departing in the hopes of finding such carvings!

[Callistus 988]

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[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Commodus sleeps by Mekko's fire overlooking the wonk village. There was more ground to cover tomorrow.

[Aesopian 1639]

Four out of sixteen texts have been recovered so far. Explore! Find them fast before someone else can find them first, and return them to the Wonk village for tokens. 

[Chimp 528]

 

[Chimp 528]

On 5/13/2018 at 4:01 PM, Aesopian said:

The fractured ice beneath, deathless men bequeath in sooth.  

isn't that just a prediction of the ice wall collapsing and spooks invading? ?

[Chimp 528]

Can we get hints lmao, no prophecies have been found in the last week or so. feelsbadman

[Mapleveins 22]

I've stumbled across two in the past 3 days. Just haven't handed them in yet. Plan on doing it today ?

[Chimp 528]

4 hours ago, Mapleveins said:

I've stumbled across two in the past 3 days. Just haven't handed them in yet. Plan on doing it today ?

chu mean ive looked for days and havent found any

[Mapleveins 22]

24 minutes ago, Moonman said:

chu mean ive looked for days and havent found any

Oof

[Twofeather 30]

Zbyszek drug himself through the jungle, having already nearly died to frostbite and other creatures of the wall he had come to far to turn back now. he grunted, pulling himself through the jungle terrain. "storming.. where are you.." the sounds of frogs came from all around, making the entrance hard to pinpoint. after a particularly steep hill he pulled himself to the top, panting. he looked up.. and into a cavern entrance. he chuckled, pulling himself up. "there you are." he then limped further and down into the open maw of the cave...

[Aesopian 1639]

Three fragments remain to be discovered. 

[Aesopian 1639]

One fragment remains.

 

I've taken the liberty of destroying the sites of the already-found fragments, so you folks don't get too confused. Also, helps reduce map build pollution.