[Prophecy] The White Cat's Call

[TimberBuff 2105]

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(This follows all redlines of Prophecy lore, allowing any who possess some way to glean the future to acquire the contents of this post, and only those individuals)

 

The first thing you notice is the near unbearable heat, as though you stood at the edge of the pits of the Hells yourself.

You thought you were in total darkness, but the light adjusted, and you stood in a small, stone room. Beneath the earth, before an altar of black stone. Atop it sat a feline - A housecat, seemingly, with fur of pure white. A glow from its eyes, a wound at its heart.

Blood pooled at your feet.

Words rang in your ears, as the room came alight, a crimson fire beneath the animal. Engulfing it, but not consuming it.

 

“The Eye gazes upon the world.”

You felt as though this animal could see through you.

“The White Cat gathers her hunters.”

An image appeared in the flame. A bovine skull.

Empty sockets are somehow filled with hate to rival every man to have ever lived.

“The child of crimson has grown, the snow melts beneath her feet.”

That animal grew before you, mutating. That blood from its chest came out in a font - Eternal bleeding, the puddle at your feet reached your ankles.

A beast of unnatural ferocity stood, bearing teeth to rival a lion’s.

That heat continued.

“The Mother of Calamity approaches.” Rang that voice, clear and true, “To usher her Children.”

 

Your perspective shifted, and you stood within the ashes of a razed city. The architecture was unfamiliar, as was the garb of the charred corpses that littered the streets.

The only standing being was a woman with two heads, four beams of light bursting from behind her. Dressed in red, she spoke.

“The First Seal is broken.” Came a choir of voices, before all went to black.

You awoke, drenched in sweat. The image of a cat’s eye scorched into your mind. 

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OOC: Big shoutout to @Zarsiesfor helping us out. This is a Naztherak eventline that is beginning to spill out into the greater world, and we look forward to further interaction!

 

[satinkira 5929]

Sat on a grassy hill, Serwa hummed a little hymn to herself, notes tinged with thought.

That unsigned letter - 'The Eye still watches' - had unnerved her, severely so. Father Callahan had called it a 'curse', and indeed, she had felt a deep paranoia ever since, after it had been slipped to her pocket by the gates of Celia'nor...

She prayed, and then stood. She had always given thanks to the GOD, no matter the circumstance - perhaps she might send out a pious letter or two, an offered chance at redemption.

 

[StrongBear 1185]

Deep within a cave unbeknownst to many, the Dreadprince suddenly wakens from his brief slumber, sweat rolling from his brow - "The first of five, more to follow." He spoke, his voice echoing off the cave walls, his gaze dancing around the shadows, "Always watching. Always listening. Never alone." He repeats over and over again, succumbing further into his own madness, his voice falling silent, just the constant twitching of his lips as the words continue.

[tadabug2000 3506]

Sitting within the confines of her bedroom, Eilys pencil traced over a page. Crumpled paper lay about her, previous attempts gone wrong. That burned image kept within her minds eye, and the young girl of five tried to make sense of it. Her features were pale, sunken, for she has been plagued by prophecies with no true way to understand them.

[Karina 412]

Restless sleep had always plagued the Devil, at least since the moment since that accursed mark was burnt into her back. A gift, a blessing - as much as a curse. Sermi woke in another cold sweat, hardly the first since she had fallen asleep that night. It was still dark, when those blue catseyes flickered back to life.

There was a gentle nudge to the figure wrapped around her, her voice hypnagogic. Something was mumbled at first, under her breath; incomprehensible. With some gentle shushing, they finally managed to return to a more comfortable position. Eye to eye - a thin smile crested across her lips, flashing those feline fangs.

"Did you see it, too?" The faintest, breathy giggle before the briefest of kisses was exchange. Eyelids weighed heavy, again. Her thoughts turned to interpretation. The figures, the heat. Recognition of the great Work hardly bothered her, after all; who else but herself to be a hunter?

[_Leyd 686]

A false prophet carves an eye into his cranium with boil-laden hands, empty sockets beaming miasma like streams of sorrow. A package is dressed in yellowed papyrus reeking of sulfur, delivered unto the Red Lich, Hand of Iblees, holding within it the prophets severed arm with two silver eyes sown into its palm. 

In the chaotic tongue, the branded arm was scribed upon: 

“The seals begin to crumble, the Mind of Hell awakens, let us be Two yet One.”

 

@femurlord

[ProcaPro 70]

A cold sweat overtook the awoken woman, staring at the ceiling. Alone. Her eyes wide as she tries to process what she has seen. Her mind, forever plagued with thoughts of people and places she both is in awe of and terrified of. Shaky hands come to her face, covering her vision. Dark. Comforting.

 

Naya Barakat Al-Jabir knew that cat. One she had seen. She knew its master too. She wondered what would become of her, there in forced darkness behind her hands. Of those she cares for, those she loves. Those she misses near violently and yet wants to run from. Hitches come to her breath, and the Angel weeps. Such a cruel and fitting name to be called.

 

Naya composes herself, and pulls herself to write letters from her bed, haunted, internally empty. She can still see the faces in her mind.

[Zarsies 6028]

The Hells rage. The blasted sky screams and weeps. A horned host treks far to Natla zu'Zathka, a city of burning spires and devastated cliffsides.