[Prophecy] Your Many Prisons

[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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O GOD, ESCAPE YOUR MANY PRISONS

 

The voice blasts through your mind, and your slumber is wrenched - violently so, forcefully dragged to reside within a closed, glass, cubic structure.

It sits within a shelf in a Tower, overlooking a vast forest. Various books lie scattered about, papers stacked high on a wooden, spruce desk, where an elf, enrobed in soft green, lies asleep.

Eventually , he rises, and briefly looks at you. You do not know what you look like in this dream, but in his eyes, a brilliant, golden ball of light is reflected..

He turns away, and slams the door shut behind him.

 

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You reside there for several hours.

During this extensive wait, you note a few things; how in the window, you can see smoke rising in the distance - likely a fire of some sort..

How, whenever you look to a locked chest in the left corner of the room, whispers begin to fill your mind of promised glory..

And how when about two hours pass, a young woman with short curly black hair enters the room, picks up a book, and leaves.

 

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Eventually, the elf returns.

He throws a red scarf into the corner of the room, and exhales a mighty sigh. He stands still in the center of the room for about five minutes, then walks over to your glass cage, kneels, and prays.

 

“Dear GOD, you who are me and all..”

 

A lurching in your stomach.

 

“Erase all impurities in this world. Escape your many prisons..”

 

You begin to feel sick.

 

“And show me where the rest of You remain, so I might give you the key-”

 

You hear a cry of unexpected revelation, and all fades to black.

 

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Edited June 1, 2023 by MALUKOR

[Damnit_Delmar 1149]

An Adunian reels forward in his desk, having partly dozed off, and yet also still processing the odd vision. His mind ever curious as to the origins and meanings of these cryptic visions. 

[Orphvius 435]

Memories and vestiges of heat swelled in soft pink brands that lay upon a witch’s porcelain white skin as she scratched feverishly at them, the echo of sight a not so distant howl in her mind’s eyes; hues now black and riven as the sky..

[DISCOLIQUID 1966]

A dwarf diviner discerns diamond dust;

vision grimed & coated in rust.

Through past, iron, rock & lies,

sees skies of what's-to-come,

what will-be-done; 

She kindles sparks to rise.