Zarsies 6024 Share Posted March 18, 2023 Spoiler I am posting this on behalf of an anonymous author. Credit to them for the writing. [As per its nature, only characters with an application allowing for the scrying of prophecies such as Seer, Vivication, Naztherak, and so on can observe the contents of this post IC] The vision came to those who sought - Those who peered in mirrors, in brass vessels - it came in the number sticks, and in the waters of shallow pools; It came in crystal balls and in scrying dreams. It bled and danced vividly from those who searched for truth amidst a sconce of flames; A song. Old, melodious. Tragic as it was beautiful. A song of old days. Of dead days. It came amidst the broken image of elves with skin like porcelain and voices like gold, about a great, towering black tree. It came from the voices of great stone halls. From temples with great names, that lurch the hearts of faithful men. A great hawk plummeted with a thousand voices as its screams and was torn apieces, And then it stopped. And all was black. Then a flame flickered - illuminated a sea of shadows. A single candle, amidst the coming dark. The flame danced and wavered. Its form swung back and forth, widened and split. And there stood a great, burning eye. It watched and it knew. It seized and it saw. It bared the soul and it spoke; “W H A T D O Y O U S E E ?” And all was black. Not the black of sleep, but the long dark, the likes of which beheld when a child first contemplates what it means to be dead. And then the smell of the World returned; the breeze of the wind. The cobbles at ones feet. The fires of the hearth. The light that split from a great crystal ball. The reflection of a mirror, of brass, and of water. One woke - dreading the dark, and musing the words of the eye that illuminated when all was pitch and shadow. 24 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
satinkira 5800 Share Posted March 18, 2023 "Prophet of flame.." An elf pondered over a stone idol. "Even in Sleep, you command us." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8910 Share Posted March 18, 2023 43 minutes ago, satinkira said: "Prophet of flame.." An elf pondered over a stone idol. "Even in Sleep, you command us." Elsewhere, a one-eyed elf of brown hair and blue eyes cold sweats. He shivers and shakes, murmuring often of the baleful eye, of pillars beneath soil, and of a darkness to come. Silenced only by the wroth of that which he served, whispers turning to stillness, a loneliness of sound quelled only by the dripping of blood from his now broken nose. "No riddles." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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