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[Prophecy] Silver & Gold


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[!] This is a lore-compliant Prophecy, and as such only users with accepted Mysticism, Vivification, Farseer, Naztherak, or Seer applications may bear witness to it. 

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An ‘Aheral, cloaked in Elvenwhite, descended into the depths of a glimmering crystalline cavern. Bell chimes sang a song upon a distant wind, howling in the distance. 

 

An opening in the maw - she descended further, further, motes of starlight following in her wake. The light shone amber.

 

Within the bowels of a city, there lay vast pools, a veritable ocean of hallowed gold - the future of a people, made manifest. 

 

She stepped into the Gold

 

She emerged as Silver.

 

Ay’Lohmanih.

 

Ay’Haelun’or.

 

What once was shall be,

and what shall be once was.

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An Elfess awakens in the night, as this vision overcame her in her sleep. The cold winds blew over her tent, such a strange dream to witness, considering all she had been through during her time in Haelun'or, A nation that was on the brink of collapse, nothing more than vassals under a human Nation far away, the Sohaer unable to protect it's own vassal. With new leadership changed after an exodus due a leader being absent and unwilling to connect with the people he had, wanting to devote themselves to a better future, there was hope, though this hope was short lived, as the new Sohaer openly declared all Nations snakes right after explaining how they were attempting to secure alliances with those Nations, unable to see why they might had failed to obtain a single alliance after such. They chose to ignore truth, as if burying ones' head in the sand would prevent the chaos of the world wounding their body, as if the storm that they generated in abuse and corruption would only blow over. Yet when they failed to prevent a threat they knew was coming to lead Haelun'or in a new generation, to new progress, to new heights, they resisted, they were willing to even attack the meek, though they were no match for Ivarielle's forces, either taken care of or more often than not, taunted Ivarielle's people and fled with the greatest speed any could have witnessed.

"One shouldn't pretend to care about something, if they are not willing to die for it." She remarked quietly by her lonesome in the tent she rested within, knowing how she stood her ground even when Braxus' brother approached her, Warhammer in his grasp.

Yet, she pondered, even when they left Haelun'or to fend for itself, those corrupted and degenerate lot, for a new place, much akin to Larihei, when she left the domain of Malin, when she tired of being ignored, despite her offerings for the future and what she had already accomplished. This vision, this dream, this insight had dared to enter her thoughts, despite the tells she has received ever since she was blessed, despite how meek she was, great power churned within her, despite her attempts to prevent Haelun'or from falling, only to be ignored and for everything she warned to come unfold. It angered her, this was nothing more than a fell falsity, one to trick and deceive those who would be able to be see the truth of the world. She considered herself vastly more developed, powerful, and more accomplished than any who were in Haelun'or, though recalling she was informed of how the streets emptied swiftly. So why would this vision favor them, she inquired to herself in her thoughts. This vision only furthered her resolve down the path she was upon, something grand was fated to be born from this movement, though the thought of it being true once more lingered, and she only mumbled.


"A humbling warning, that even the greatest of us, are prey to stagnation and corrupting influence, of foolishly trying to cling to a past that only benefits those selected. To ignore truth for false comfort, to put aside logic for power, to deflect the realities of the world upon another than facing it. If it is who I truly think, then perhaps the 'Aheral should be no more, and something to be born anew, shackles of the past cast aside. Just like in the past, as she once did." She remarks, as she got up and began to prepare herself to ride off, East, the meek still had much growth to undergo.  

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An old man hobbled through the depths of the forest as he surveyed new land to claim as his home. Slowly, he shuffled into a tent and lay down to bed, drifting off to sleep. In the night a dream came and truth brought with it, causing him to jolt awake in a sweat. As he sat up he'd immediately throw on a light robe and a pair of shoes to walk around outside, allowing his mind to wander 

 

"The Beyond has sent us yet another word, this one I am unsure. Perhaps Solet will know more... "

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"If I must so declare war on the future... so be it, If I must so fight that beyond me.. so be it, though trickery is afoot.." Murmured one Princess, beset by the prophecy amidst the confines of a hollowed trunk on the edge of the world, her frame rose from that of the large bed, grasping quill and parchment from her stand on it's flank. Words were scribbled.. letters were sent- those who meddled would be met with more than steel...

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A Mali passed into sleep beneath the canopy covered way of a dense swampland where light would not reach his skin in sleep. Upon his resting he began to see a vision, a dream of something that did not settle well with his already breaking mind. He woke up in a rush and looked around him in the forest to see nothing but the lights of early day peaking through what branches he could see. He hastily wrapped his head and hands back up so no part was exposed to the light of day and from there he began to wonder. "What mess have I gotten myself into, involved back into the affairs of Haelun'or.."

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A hooded figure somewhere deep in the jungle would be sitting by a bonfire cleaning its sacrificial knife from excess blood, as it was surrounded by countless bodies of elves that were missing their eyes. When the knife was cleaned, the hooded figure gathered all of the eyes and tossed them into the fire "Kû thrakatulûk, gimbatul agh golm-durub-ûr..."  The figure said in a raspy voice that echoed throughout the jungle, as the fire enveloped it, granting a vision to the hooded figure, as it saw something from the future, the past and the present. As the vision was finished, the fire died out and the figure was left surrounded by the complete darkness of the night "Da old, agh da new. Da prezent agh da pazt, haz kome togedur ta zhow uz da future. Da poolz of gold ahm a fate dat da albai muzt follow, vor if dey wizh ta bi reborn anew. Da tik iz now, ta ztop dwellin un da pazt, agh embraze evoluzhion, zo dat da albai kan march forward agh take bak wub iz rightfulleh deirz."

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"Huh...." was all this Seer could muster, continuing on his way

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