PROPHECY: Darkened Shores

[TheWhiteWolf 1028]

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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. 

 

 

Silver waves lapped onto that distant shore, with the benevolence of the Moon and constellations to guide them. They spoke in a cacophony of bubbling tones amidst the rising foam, the voices coming and going much like the tide itself.

 

“The tide sings its lullaby amidst this midnight sky, the same waves and melody that were shaped by those who had to die. ”

 

The voices sang before cracking into an ear splitting scream as the ocean receded its tides from that once calming shore, leaving the sand barren and dry.

 

Cinders and ashes danced amidst a blazing sky, a symphony of death pouring over the horizon. The dead laid strewn across a hillside, a lone warrior standing at the apex of that spectacle of violence as he heeded his last words:

“Woe is this Golden Sky, I take no pleasure within its gaze. The Dark finds itself to deny the radiance that has turned it to a haze.”
And so that warrior smiled and took his last breath, disintegrating into the wind along with that mirage of violence into clouds of sand that gathered into what seemed to be a storm of clouded faces. The wind howled as thousands of voices cried out from the many souls trapped amidst that whirling tornado:

“Beware the Fog, beware. The light that blinds you casts its glare. The Dark beckons you to the Shore, to deny the invitation shall your death be mourned.”

Once the message was conveyed, the tornado would push forth towards that beach and fade amidst the sand. And the ocean would return, singing those hushed lullabies once more amongst those lapping waves.

((Big thanks to Eden for helping me out with this))

[The King Of The Moon 5119]

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[lemonke 1873]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many

good minds."

 

An old gaunt woman sat amidst the havoc living in her workroom; books and manuscripts alike were scattered across the wooden floor as if shoved aside. Perhaps such a vision reached her poor mauled ears at the point she was overwhelmed by this mysteriousness for she wasted to study how it was done and of course, these efforts were futile. Although she was a dweller of the dark arts, she feared the worst, since she knew what it meant, but did not know what its aftermath would be. She feared the violence of a certain Lord of the Fog that would have wrought such upon this mortalkind and against the maleficar alike whom, for this woman of yore, could have been saved in a less violent way but what could she really do to halt the coming conflict even If it was the only solution. In the oncoming days, she slumbered in her abode while being drowned by what had been prophesied. The shore is near and forevermore the lords will thrive.

 

 

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Cool post. I cannot wait to see what comes next!

 

[WonkManBad 763]

The history and actions previously here have been lost to time; unless another recorded their story.

[Valannor 6345]

A Lord of the Empyrean would find itself wrothful at such visions - for it knew well what hells they foretold. 

 

"Remember well, Sister - We do not fear thy flame. Pervert our cause so, thy fate shall be only yours to blame..."

[creamynoteblock 2414]

Inside a lounge, a Goth would receive a vision after taking a hit of his blunt.

"Wub da zkah ahm wrong wit diz kaktuz green? Making mi peep weird zkah."
 

The Goth would return to his smoking, enjoying his leisure time.

[thequeennadine 311]

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[!] With a rush of wine-dark ichor, a mali' is overcome by those wretched vistas.

She wakes from her communion screaming. [!]

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