[PROPHECY] Something Wicked This Way Comes

[femurlord 3751]

 

This is a prophetic vision accessible to seers, naztherak, farseer shamans, vivification, clairvoyants, and mystics with hexing per Prophecy lore. Those branded by Gashadokuro felt their magicless sigils come to life again, as if Vutcimuz still haunted the world. While hatred glows from branded flesh they're visited by these prophetic visions.

Spoiler

The Brand of Gashadokuro:

 

 

 

The moment your head hit the pillow, the burdens of the day clung to you—Braevos under siege, the dead marching from the shadow of the Mountain. Rain lashed the windows, and thunder rolled like a war drum. Sleep, though an enemy’s gain, retook you as it had the night before.

But the void behind your eyelids betrayed you.

A force yanked you from slumber, eyes flung open to a sky where stars had been choked by storm. You hovered weightless above a continent in ruin. Iron chains—massive, living things—spread across the land like veins of conquest, choking kingdoms one by one. Only a single place remained untouched: a dead plain beneath a grave-silent sky.

“Bells toll backward, fools march straight,
The Jackal Knights unlock the gate.”

Your vision raced toward a charred no-man’s-land, where the trees stood scorched and lifeless. The air was thick with decay. No tombstones—only swords driven into the earth. The silence here wasn’t sacred. It was afraid.

“Deadmen dig with devil’s pride,
And laughter stirs the thing that died.”

Shadows stirred. Imps giggled. Deadmen whispered. You spun, searching, but only a severed hand—bathed in crimson light—revealed itself, skittering like a crab into the cracked earth. Compelled beyond reason, you followed into the depths.

Darkness closed in. The dead laughed, unseen creatures growled. Something led you deeper, wanting you to see. Eventually, flickers of candlelight revealed massive vault doors carved in stone and gold, ancient and unbreached—until now.

“The vault is not a tomb, but claim—
And all shall kneel who know his name.”

Inside, worshipers gathered—hooded, horned, chanting. They bowed before a red claw dragging itself from the shadows, its veins oozing black magic that made the very stone pulse. The air trembled. The vault split open. Fire spilled from the dark, not treasure.

Then came the horde—armored monstrosities waving banners of a Laughing Oni. They did not attack. They fled.

“For he walks again, torn from Hell’s flame.”

The earth convulsed. The ceiling cracked. And from the gate crawled something massive—bloated, scorched, screaming. A demonic serpent, horned and blistered, slid from the rupture with agonizing slowness. Green and black fire poured from its mouths. Its birth crushed the vault, and you were swallowed with it.

Inside its searing, hollow body, you drifted—until a silhouette emerged from the burning dark. Horned. Grinning. Cloaked in red light. It looked straight at you.

Then came laughter—yours, his, the world’s. It jolted you awake, your body soaked in sweat. Your room looked the same… but everything felt wrong.

Something had changed. And something worse was coming.

 

[Mescaffier 6197]

BHǍAL stood beside their leal brethren, as they delved into some hellish crypt. The brand upon them burned with a great ferocity, from when they had invoked their lord, Gashadokuro, back upon Mundus -- WAR would soon find the descendants, and the Horde would lavish in it.

 

[Jentos 9425]

“GASSSSHHHHHADOKUROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!.” Said the An-Gho calmly and in a soft tone from his obsidian seeing-stone 

[Qctho 301]

 

[PrinceJose270 1211]

Amber moon awoke from the vision with confusion, worry, determination and all mix of feelings. The old shaman could only gaze into the eternal down pour outside, yet of crackling grey hues amist the farseers body, only four words came out." We must prepare, now"

[DankuzMemuz 61]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsjwVu_ihKU

[Luxury 1085]

A Weaver of Mundus stirs abruptly from restless slumber; ruby eyes wide, with an expression agasp. Upon her flesh, the smoldering brand of Gashadokuro rekindles forgotten woes. Thus she rises, for the omen is clear - and none shall evade the coming reckoning.

[Chimeraof1999 1194]

Within the depths of the Abyss, all cursed souls and damned beings howled and screamed in glory, knowing the Champion has returned.

[Apotolofo 2211]

A shaman jolts awake in a cold sweat, gasping and clutching at her heart. Terror and dread courses through her gut, as with trembling hands, she writes down what she saw in her journal.

 

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On the other side of the world, deep underground, The Banshee feels the brand upon her hand flare. A grin tears apart her rotted, wicked face.

[lemonke 6014]

Spoiler

Somehow Palpatine returned

 

[Rig 17591]

A sinister smile found itself splayed on the Zar'akal's face. However, given that the beast possessed no lips, the only indication of a smile was the crinkling of its chitinous scales below the eyes. 

[Turbo_Dog 3585]

The smallest infernal lord woke up as he went the burning sigil reactivated. Words ringing in his head, this was an omen. A call for action that he could not answer alone as he darts off with a wicked grin