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[Only personas with an approved application for the scrying of prophecies may observe the content of this prophecy post: those with prophetic visions gifted by Farseer, Mysticism, Naztharek, Seer, Vivification, and so forth.] A vision unfolds between palm readings and revealed cards - trumpets in jubilee, Judgement. Across the green Midlands, one's vision takes them unto the walls of Petra. Upon the right arm, a silvered gauntlet, upon which was the sigil of the Silver Stag and the gilded hammer of Malleus. Beneath its grasp, the infernal skin of a soul, once named Holvius. The vision bears witness - divine light coursing through the once-cursed individual, as the improbable, no, the impossible unfolds. In the purifying light of the relic, a soul is wrenched free of the infernal curse which bound once-Descendant flesh to the Inferi form. Angelic light rips through, and gently rises. Watching the soul, warmth and forgiveness fills the heart, knowing this soul was no longer destined for the damned hells it was bound to; instead, it was set free... truly cleansed of all sin; this was the first, but would not be the last. "Penance through Purity - and should ye once be human, may the Skies open their arms to you." The vision ends, with the words of the Arbiter of Heaven lingering, as well as the truth of what was witnessed: A soul can be cleansed... and redirected.
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[!] You find a parchment upon the ground, producing a sickly chill upon flesh that dare touch it. The ravings of a madman – or, perhaps, a prophecy told true? HEED! HEED, DESCENDANT-KIN! I Have peered into the cosmos . . . Witnessed its calamity. BRETHREN, RUIN approaches, and from it will everything be born anew. The sky will blot, darkened by lightning and rainfall. Wings of tattered flesh, hollowed eyes, A LICH-DRAGON. The GREAT OWL aids in this endeavor to birth DÚR-FÁN-AGURTH, and his existence – his omnipotence will only go to greater lengths, a hungering thing it shall remain. The skies will shudder – the squawk of an Owl faint in each rasp this Child breathes ‘pon Man. With lightning and ash, He will strike them. SO HEAR ME! HEED MY PROPHECY! When the thunder rolls, And a cold gale blows, The Owl shall take flight, Arriving from the strike of light. When the sky shakes, And the ground quakes, Wings of bone shall rise, And Mankind shall meet their demise. Rulers of a darkened sky, Watchers of the clouded moon, The Worm shall breathe hellflame high And then all will meet their doom. Cloudy winds turn, Flaming wrath burns, Ruin approaches us steadfast And death we shan't have surpassed. Truth, and lies, Secrets, and spies, The pious and mighty, a list too long to condemn, With lightning and ash, He will strike them! Fear the Lich-Dragon, Fear the Worm, Fear the Owl, Fear the Necrotic. Ruin has taken flight! You've come upon this prophecy at no coincidence or chance. You have been CHOSEN to deliver this message, and deliver it you must. Prepare, prepare, prepare you might, but only a united Descendant-kind might stand a SPECK of a chance against these glorious gods and leviathans ... And we all know such a feat is impossible. It would be wise to surrender now - and perhaps then might we all be blessed with a quick and painless demise. - Your Faithful Prophet, Lord of the Unsightly, Azrael
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[!] A frigid wind swept through the empty, moon lit streets of the Iron Ugz. At this time of night, many were sheltered from the pitiless gale within their homes. As the spirits of wind played their heatless games, one human kneeled before an altar, wrought of brilliant quartz and arum. Within his right hand, he held a stone that shown with ethereal radiance. He had placed many offerings on this shrine to Zkorthuz, including a recently forged ingot of pure arum, and a bottle of heavily distilled water among others. This was Brawly’s nightly ritual. As Brawly prostrated himself before the pristine altar he felt a pull at his right hand, as if the light stone within it wished to lead him. Its light burst forth, enveloping the man’s vision until it was nothing but pure white. The light eventually faded, revealing a truly horrific sight. The ground lay somewhere beneath an inch of blood. The crimson liquid danced and rippled beneath his feet as he stood. His front was covered in the crimson ichor, its warmth gradually fading as it ran down his form and through his clothing, gradually returning to the pool. With each step Brawly took forward, he seemed to sink further and further into the sanguineous ocean. At the point where it reached his waist, he beheld a semi-circle of Orcs, those he had come to know as his brothers and sisters. Brawly approached one of them with caution as he could not identify the individual. As he drew near, it became apparent that the orc was muttering a phrase. It was familiar to him… “Grizh tu flow… Grizh tu peep…” The whispers of this individual repeated in an endless loop. Brawly attempted to join the orc in their chanting, but as his mouth perched to form the first syllables, he was interrupted by a thundering shout. “Bruddahz, Grizh ez truth, GRIZH zhowz da wey, GRIZH TU HAV GRIZH TU PEEP.” This was met with riotous applause as the crowd repeated the phrase with a mirrored fervor. Brawly’s vision shifted as he ventured to ascertain where the initial cry had sounded, and his eyes discerned the countenance of an altar wrought of carved bone and rendered flesh. Before this altar stood a hulking figure, adorned in the garb of the Krughai. Within his hand, an ossein dagger hewn to a razor-sharp edge. This sight was familiar, however, something seemed off. Instead of the rites he was used to, Brawly witnessed something unfamiliar. The Armored orc drove the dagger into an amorphous mass of flesh. The ground beneath his feet heaved as the figure reached his hand into the incision. The tremors intensified as the figure revealed to the congregation the object within his grasp… a heart, still beating and dripping with vitriol. The Orc lifted the organ to the ashen black sky in bloody victory. Brawly’s ire was drawn away from this gruesome scene by an aberrant gleam that incurred into his vision from somewhere beneath his field of vision. He looked down and spotted the gleam within his grasp, his light stone. However, the incandescent splendor it gave forth was weakening by the second. It pulsed in a counter beat to that of the heart. Brawly extended his fingers so that they would no longer obstruct the glow from the stone which now rested within his palm. As the light dimmed, Brawly could now distinguish his own visage reflected within the blood. Within its hand was not a light stone, but a quietus crystal that seemed to be growing in strength, its core alight with an eerie pink glimmer. There was no other difference between Brawly and his doppelganger aside from on detail. As Brawly held a serious expression on his face, the mirror image was twisted into a mirthful smile. As the light finally died, Brawly awoke before the altar he had constructed. His surroundings were familiar and offered respite from his vision. Questions rushed through his mind as Brawly lifted himself from his prostration, What did it mean? Was this a prophesy of things to come… a representation of times to come? Was there anything that could or should be done? All went unanswered as the only sounds that filled the home were that of the unrelenting squall that raged outside.
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ooc WARNING The two following parts (introduction and summary) were written in a rush. They have grammatical and vocabulary issues and are kind of derpy and trolly. I regret nothing. Introduction Wouldn't a paladir be very overpowered for this server? Of course it would but they are actually very different. See the summary or the lore itself for further details on how it will be balanced and what it actually does. Or read the lore. Why are there so many parts in this? What else does the lore include? I decided to make this more or less like a novel/book instead of the usual blunt pile of information. It's part can be read on it's own and more or less, all of them act like examples or provide information. But above all they give a taste of the roleplay I intend to bring with this spheres. If you choose to read the summary I will explain certain parts as some were made as examples of how the visions of the stars would work. The lore also includes some stories about the old Tarusian kingdom and lots of information about the plant phegaryon. What is this plant phegaryon? Why did you put it here if it does not requires acceptance, like all plant lore? 1.It is the sacred plant of Morighaen and is linked with the spheres. More is explained in the part I need to pm to the Lore Masters. 2. It makes more interesting the lore. Who is this Letholdus? What does his have to do with anything? Letholdus is the man who lived back in the Tarusian era and found the spheres and the phegaryon. By revealing his story you learn the lore about the spheres and have a nice read. I have more questions! Then read the summary, which again is question/answers or read the lore itself. If you still are not satisfied, ask me. I do not bite. A lot. Summary The Tale of Letholdus Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
