[Prophecy] The Four Pillars

[ScreamingDingo 16792]

 

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((This is a lore compliant prophecy, and therefore not considered IC knowledge for all characters. This prophecy may only be experienced and/ or dreamt by characters with an accepted Seer of Vaasek, Naztherak, Farseeing or Vivification app.))

 

 

 

First, the Behemoth must awaken from its forced slumber. Chained, where its key lies within the heart of all. 

 

 

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Deep within the caverns, the dust is felt within your mouth. You glance to your arms and see gilded, iron gauntlets that ensnare your forearms. Your own sweat beats from your brow as you glance up towards the entrance of the cavern. Darkness envelopes the area as a single bridge of stone moves across a depthless abyss that outstretches below. A single husk of gold is seen in its center, as you raise your head to look towards the cavern, the vision itself dissipates into dust. Into nothing

 

 

Second, the magma that bellows beneath the earth shall churn and bubble, showing the salvation of the Right Hand. The last hope for their righteous blade.

 

 

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The clanging of metal against stone shudders through the area, the light of magma illuminating the ruins that surround your own vision. Men clad in ragged clothes dig against large pillars of stone that have collapsed upon a variety of entrances. The strange script of runes sprawls upon the walls, with a single figure carved upon the roof. A crown measured around the figures head, with another that stands beside it, vigilant. Many figures surround the pair, where the humanoid faces seem to be carved with tusks. The sight itself then dissipates, washed away like the dust upon a bookshelf.

 

 

Third, The Moon itself shines upon the glimmer that vanishes from the dunes. The ever-watching eye, as the never-ending struggle transpires amongst the ash-clad figures of renown.

 

 

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The sparking of metal illuminates the darkened dunes that spread across the surface. Two figures stand in the middle of the moonlight, exchanging blows with spears that carry themselves across the surface of the sand. Sprays of sand follow each blow, flying outward as its own form seems to take shape above the skies. Foreign exchanges of tongues are heard, as snakes themselves pour from the dunes beneath their feet, all heading towards a central point that your vision focuses upon. A single, beating heart that lies within the sands, each pulsating beat pushing sand away from its form. The snakes envelope the heart, constricting it as the two figures fight ahead. Another shattering of metal, sparks flying as they continue their battle. All as your own body sinks into the ground, the veiled figures twist upon their duel. Ever entrenched in a fight, that no-one dares to make a victorious one.

 

 

For last, it unveils the webs of fate that have spun themselves across centuries. For that of the glowing, evolving kind shall rise again. Spurred by the Behemoth, for where the last place of plague arose. 

 

 

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The single misted vision follows to a place of frigid winds, where the stone itself lies encapsulated in ice. Whispers themselves illuminate the area as they traverse, fauna of strange proportions popping amidst the cold that encapsulates the cavern and follows into the darkness that obscures the tunnel ahead. Faint screams are heard behind and ahead, followed by a wave of warmth that comes from behind. The warmth itself grows into a blistering inferno, where your own vision wraps itself amidst the pain, where you buckle and look up towards the skies and your surroundings. There, you lay in the fields of green. The morning breeze brushes against your body, yet no movement follows when trying to move your arms and legs. Immobilized, as you simply watch the scene ahead. A figure that walks upon the grass, veiled in blackened robes that cover its body. A disheveled beard protrudes from his hood as a floating chest follows his every move. A single hand is placed upon the stone arch that lies in the center, the flash of purple and blue seen within its depths before the scene vanishes.

 

 

What lies ahead?

[Narthok 9213]

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Ah very epic we're going to do the deathwing map cataclysm idea instead of make an entirely new map which is played out and boring!

 

[Callum 927]

Varan would have never experienced a vision such as this. The 'Fenn that had only watched these events now plunged into participation. The man would quickly slip into a panic as the barrage of visions would strike him, slipping to the floor he would begin to violently shake with fear - Struggling against the unseen. Each vision would trap the Seer, the feeling unbearable to him. He would begin to gasp for air on the outside before snapping awake covered in sweat and heavy of breath though he would be unable to move, paralyzed by fear.

[Slorbin 1771]

Eduard Mith begins to rant and rave about the end times, the end of days!

...Granted, he doesn't even know about any prophecy. He's simply just like this at all times.