An Inky Brew

Prophecy

Prophecy

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Long before the world was known...

the dwarves began to dig.

They found magic in the very dirt. The deeper they burrowed down, the more plentiful the magic.

Soon, they found ways to harness the magic. They used it to sculpt the world, and the world used it to sculpt them.
The world told them her name: Eos.

Eventually, the dwarves used the magic to create portals that allowed them to visit new worlds. They made 5 gates, each with a unique gem that would act as a key.

Not long after, the other races of Eos discovered the portals and fought for control. They stole knowledge, power, and life. They abused and controlled the creatures in these new worlds, including the noble dragon.

The dragons fought back against these violent invaders. There was war, and blood. The dwarves were unable to keep the peace. Eos was in pain.

Eos shared her agony with the dwarves. It showed them a terrible future: the planet as a wasteland, devoid of life. The dwarves loved and cared for Eos, and they knew they had to do something to stop the death of the world.

Heeding her warning, the dwarves closed the portals and hid the gems away. They scattered these magical keys across the earth to keep them hidden. They sealed the dragons back from where they came.

However, the dwarves made a fatal mistake: They wrote down the world’s vision, but they did so within their own traditions. Elegant poetry and mystic prose were considered the highest form of art. Such an ancient and stubborn race could not help but keep to their cultural customs.

Eos cried, and the dwarves transcribed her words. But Eos’s premonition became obscured and distorted.

It was meant to be instructive.

It became a prophecy…

 
 

First, The Stones.

Five keys open five old locks
One that shows you how to talk
Two that show you Ma'at's path
One that turns for perfect wrath

The last key opens more than doors
Releasing days, dimensions, wars
Dwarven lords tossed them away
One glen to and one to Fae

Red, as he helps the weak
Violet, as he learns to speak
Green, as he finds the way
White, only brings dismay

Gold, and her decision made:
Two forgiven, two betrayed.
As she reaches for her youth
The final gem reveals the truth.

One key for each modern heir,
Of destiny they’re unaware.
Five keys for each of five folk,
Water, Fire, Wind, Earth, Smoke.

The story told time and again,
Not just where but how and when,
They always open, every gate.
No one can escape this fate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next, The Destined.

The one of forged elven blood
Arrives upon on a dragon white,
And reads our words as a flood
To help salvage Kosef’s blight.

Tam, though we do not know you,
You can read our ancient scrawl,
Heed our words and words pursue:
Keep Eos green and save them all.

Our mother terra told us much,
That you and Anthel would disagree.
But though his heart you must touch,
With your dark and reddest plea.

Then there is a violent greed,
We know he is not alone.
Eos tells us and she bleeds,
As Xander slips into his stone.

Not all is in stone engraved,
There is another in deep pain,
Failed and guilty, he can be saved:
Help Aziza remember Slayn.

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Follow and betray her inheritance,
If only in Eos’s soul defense.
With help of dragon, rainbow and white,
The one of true vision will gain her sight.

Decayed divine will attempt to kill death,
His own silent shouts will stop his own breath.
He will fail, and he will succeed,
He will bring the Dragon down to its knees.

She has met him, but he hasn’t met her,
Things are now as they always once were.
He will show her to step deep in the stone,
And she will teach him what it takes to atone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last, The Cursed.

Rotos was a victim of circumstance.
Small sliver of hope and he took his chance,
They gave him direction, they gave a hand,
Dragon club was the home he never had.

Many others found a family within
A half-demon man who acts guardian.
"Aezor, protect us" is part of the pact,
But for this protection you sign a contract.

There is a cost to such an arrangement:
Demonstrations to stay in the convent.
Now he must prove that his keep is well-earned,
Rotos the betrayer will soon return.

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The sphinx is lost and will be so
Until the sands of time help her
To understand why she grows old
And watch the world pass in a blur.

Bound forever by her curse,
Speak the truth, she always would.
Until solved her rhyming verse,
Her bite is bound in falsehood:

“Everything I devour
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers
Gnaws through iron, bites through steel
Grinds all bones into meal
Slays the king, ruins towns
I beat the highest mountains down

Nothing can stand up to me
The fervent knight, the largest sea
A human with the strongest will
An elf with elegant, perfect skill
A tiefling with deepest demon blood,
A dwarf rerouting colossal floods

Ever nearing, never veering
Overarching, domineering
Chaotic, nothing in its way
Despotic, beset, come what may
So What is this unyielding lot
That can't be fought, that can't be bought?

It binds us tightly in its thrall...
The force that connects us all.”