[Prophecy] The Jaws of Fire

[frvma 1014]

 

[!] This prophecy is only capable of being viewed by those with the ability to see it. 

[Azdrazi, Seers, Naztherak, viable Mystics, etc. As per Prophecy lore.]

 

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It emanated from the Highlands. You awoke with a start, a low hum of a hiss filled your ears as you gauged your surroundings. You were in an unfamiliar location. An Oyashiman style castle, a grand complex. Dilapidated and crumbling from years of abandonment. 

 

You walked through the complex. Shivering all-the-while as you passed room after room. Belongings left, masks discarded. You walked and walked, through corridors, through hallways until you reached an empty room. It was grand, a gravel pit, with an altar as the focal point.

 

The chill of the northern winds bit your skin harder as you noticed a banner in the altar. Black fabric, ever-burning, with a dragon emblazoned on it. A triptych sat behind it. Painted delicately on it was a scene: A world burning through an eclipse, on each panel. But in the middle panel, painted in black-and-white, was an icon. A serpent, eating its own tail, an eye, watching you, sat in the middle of the empty circle the ouroboros made.

 

The dragon burning on it stared at you. You could have sworn it moved. Did it? Maybe the cold was just finally getting to you. Maybe this was hypothermia. You told yourself before it hit you.

 

Pressure filled your head as a voice of a thousand whispers and yells filled it.

 

“Qrishintra maekazash-ash. Dramarz. Nubr’dol la’nubr.” 

Spoiler

[“The Black Deliverance, burning eternity. Come seek penance. Bring us, accept us.”] For those who can understand High Draconic.

 

 

It spoke to you. It wrapped around your head, squeezing it like a boa. It pained you, like your very being was being squeezed out of your head. The dragon was in front of you, burning in its glory, as the warmth of its flames licked you. It reached a burning claw towards your chest, reaching into it, fear. Touching your very soul, a burning filled your being, pain. 

 

Your body burned from the inside out as its hand consumed your soul. You faded out of this world with images of a castle rising in the Highlands flashed in your vision.

 

You woke up in your bed. Sweat drenched your form.

 

[lemonke 6014]

Spoiler

ROAAAAAAAAAAAR DRAGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONS

 

[KidKrinkles 2044]

Victor did blink himself awake, a hand coming up to his throat, the other, of clay, came to run a hand through his hair. He'd groan in the dark of the Aryn-en-Eryn, a gentle rustle of breeze soothing him as he sat upright. Sleep did return to the man. A new crypticism following.