[Prophecy] The Vastless White

[Diogen 3110]

This is a prophetic vision accessible to seers, naztherak, farseer shamans, vivification clairvoyants, and mystics with hexing per Prophecy lore.

 

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Song of Endings

 

Nights of restless sleep and harrowing visions, those adept in the occultism felt the energy of an incoming vision.

 

Primal queens gathered at the lead of a young, newly-crowned witch. Her nefarious ambition drove this squabble to plot and scheme - she was Naele, born of hatred, and her determination became manifest in a cacophonous song.

 

In her wake, the world cried. The skies converged with the gelid breath of the north, raining down cyclones of ice and frost to extinguish all life in the realm.

 

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The static resonance of silence rings in your ears, preventing your sleep as in between weary blinks, your eyes blurry in and out from clarity. At the final fluttering of lids, the devastating vision of a world consumed by a song of ice and cold becomes your only sight and thought. A whisper is heard in a tongue of dark:

 

Al'zubguglar zu'Blovak-ka ag'satchar tavi a'sek zepatu-ka

 

Villages and towns, peasantry and nobility, all have failed to resist the cold. In your field of view, there is little to be seen other than frozen corpses, colonized settlements, and hordes of icy banshees prosecuting every lifeform in sight. The whisper grows into a haunting hum:

 

E vireundzord e, blovak undere ag'ewquor

 

You pass unnoticed, for a little while at least. These ravenous spirits rampage the battlefield, and you see as though even more innocents are consumed by their thirst for blood. It is impossible to look away, to respond or react and put a stop to this salvage act. The hum is now a shout, declaring what shall unfold:

 

Al'Yatl-Bhrun ag'maku al'Adalm-ka zu'al'zubguglar undere y'sek-khut

 

Your throat is grasped, your body therein suspended in the air by a hefty, lengthy arm of ice. The Mother gazes into your soul, at which you are thrown across the frozen snow. Cold fingers tear into flesh and warmth leaks away just the same as blood, drained and consumed by Naele. The shout converts into a song, exposing the end of the world:

 

Teputra al'buratza zu'yatl, teputra al'bhrun zu'yatl

 

 

BLINK! Once more, the vastless white once seen and felt as a firsthand experience dissipated, returning your mind back to reality.

 

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