[Prophecy] It Wakes

[Diogen 3729]

 

 

 

[!] This is a Prophecy, and may only be experienced by those capable of witnessing it. [Seers, Azdrazi, Witches with Orb, etc.]

 

 

 

 

Odd howling emanated throughout the Northern part of Aevos, followed by loud thuds. The ground almost shaking with each step.

 

 You venture farther into the snow, panicked. Escaping from the hellish Kingdom through the gates, as it was all engulfed in snow. The screams of Descendants only muffled by that of the gargantuan.

 

Struggling to make out the direction of the creature, for each step was far too loud. Each step rang within your ears.

 

But you knew you had to run.

 

Thud.

 

Thud.

 

THUD.

 

 

A gargantuan creature of Frost stood before you, walking on all fours. It stopped, peering down at you. A wave of dread washed over you. A wave of cold- for you knew whatever created it, was one of unholy means.

 

An ear-piercing shriek was let loose, as you began to run once more. Boots digging into the snow beneath, each step felt heavier than the next, until both legs gave out, locked in place.

 

It was then, that you noticed a thick layer of ice encasing your legs, as ice weaved about your form, trailing back towards the heights of the mountains. For a humanoid silhouette stood beside the creature, eyes of piercing azure locked towards your direction.

 

I found him, Mother!
Shouted a Witch 

 

 

 

You wake up.

 

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

For the first time in the decades since the death of it's master, GASHADOKURO's (war be upon him), the Hellpriest felt alive.

 

Fate had called it North.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

The Lady Palatine of Haense had a fitful slumber that night--but awoke with the knowledge that her declaration of conflict had been received. The Light and the Shadow would come to clash...and GODAN would see the Haeseni to their victory.

[Mady 3771]

 

Amidst dreams of faerie dances and shooting stars, a little Bihar princess was tucked away in her tower surrounded by plush feather pillows and girlish toys. It was deep into the wee hours of the morning when a sudden coldness seemed to grasp at the youthful mind of , the frozen claws of her vision encasing her into some vision of paralysis. All the little princess could do was watch, tears staining her cheeks once more as the horrors of the realm filled her mind marking yet another restless and discomforting night.