[Prophecy] KUFA

[MALUKOR 105]

[As per its nature, only characters with an application allowing for the scrying of prophecies such as Seer, Vivication, Naztharek and so on can observe the contents of this post IC.]

 

 

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Amidst your slumber, a dream claims your mind..

 

You find yourself pushing a wooden cart through bloodied snow, ravens and vultures fleeing into the frigid winds before you. Ahead lies a battlefield, littered with Human and Inhuman corpses, though few of the latter are found. Many of the loping beasts still wander, feasting indiscriminately on the dead.

The lands before you, you begin to note, are not of Almaris - nor Failor, nor any other land known by Descendant-kind. It is not obvious, but it can be told in the way the stars are misaligned in the sky, in the way that the fresh smell of foreign trees obscure the sickening stench of viscera, in the way that the beasts before you are unfamiliar, and how the mountains in the distance are covered with vast stone ruins..

 

A sigh of nostalgia. How simple things were then.

 

You push your way onto the field. Though the monstrosities spare you a glance, they make no attempt to attack, nor hinder you or your cart. In fact, they seem.. subservient, soon scampering away from your path. The irony brings a rare smile to your face, though you know not why.

You stop before a particularly large warrior, head smashed into a bloodied mess. His hammer lies beside him, dented and chipped. 

Worthy soul.

You balance the cart to a halt, and open the lid, gazing into an endless void, an unnatural absence..

You grunt, hoisting the man by his arms, heaving and lifting; unnatural strength giving you the power to lift him over your head, and drop him into the cart, his corpse soon falling into Nothing.

You murmur a solemn, fanatical prayer.

Grim work, you cannot resist thinking.

But someone must do it.

 

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