Prophecies of the Thirteen

Original Prophecies

Prophecy of the Wyrm

A temple of flame and cinder, born from the ashes of the greatest hearth.
The wyrm speaks, and in the speaking loses its voice, to forge a shard of purest fire.

Prophecy of the Chain

A chain, unmoving, unyielding, binds together a realm of glass.
A crystal palace, a fortress of shards.
The stones sing, and dance, and die, but the chain endures.

Stormchild's Prophecy

The towers sing to me.
I can hear them, calling upon the wind.
The storm is terrible, but there is something in the song… a whisper, a breath, a child in need, barely heard under the howl of the tempest.
I must go to it.
I must help.
It needs help!

Leviathan's Prophecy

Castle, cradle, bearer, healer.
Weaver, sleeper, elder, weeper.
A mother’s tear, unfathomable, unbearable.
Leviathan rises, and leaves its heart behind.

Iron Tower Prophecy

The iron tower stands upon a field of bone, and only the strongest shall claim it.
Climb, oh seeker, and take by right of arms the Heart that lies upon the pinnacle.
Lift it up, burning bright, and carve your name upon the soul of Creation.

Hanged Men's Prophecy

The hanged men laugh.
I see them, hear them, they ask for sacrifice, that I might read what they have read, know the secrets they know.
I would join them, but I cannot make the sacrifice, for I am not there.
And so the dead men cackle, and the tree stands, and the keeper of the lost remains unfound.

Prophecy of Fortune

The laughing dog pours the flame-haired man a drink.
The spider deals another hand, and the child of storms smirks at his cards.
A crooked branch hangs above the bar, blessing all who enter, and cursing all who leave.
Fortunes are won, lives are gambled, souls are lost.
A trick of the light, or a change in perspective?
Ah, my friends, I wish I could stay, but alas the dream must end.

Prophecy of the Compass

The compass shifts, and I lose my way.
A breath, a day, a lifetime, and like a flash of silver fish in deep water, I can glimpse the truth again.
North is South, East is West, but the arrow points me to the light within my darkness.

Prophecy of the Sun

Flowers grow, proliferate, their beauty unspeakable.
But, in time, under the undying sun, their beauty turns to horror.
Warriors, glorious and terrible, fight for the sun’s benediction, until there are none left to challenge them.
Lacking a foe, they turn, and slay each other, all for fleeting glory.
At last, the bearer of the laurel crown stands, alone and triumphant, beneath the eternal sun.

Prophecy of Hunger

I see them.
Men of mist and bone, hounds of fog and moonless night.
They hunger, never sated.
Murder, deceit, betrayal, all for the smallest morsel, and once it is gone they feast upon each other, until naught is left but the strongest.
Standing alone, the bearer of the deadwood crown starves upon the frozen earth, eternal, undying.

Prophecy of the Stars

Set sail upon the star-filled sea, and you too may seek it.
Find, within your dream, the farthest star.
Race your nightmare, slay your madness, keep your faith, and reach your goal.
Glory and light await the brave, upon the star-filled sea.

Madman's Prophecy

It writhes within the darkness.
A beast, a city, a man, a monster.
What it is, I cannot say - it changes, from breath to breath, and I dare not look closely, lest it see me.
Even at this distance, I can hear it, shouting, whispering, howling, in a thousand tongues and one, all at once.
Unspeakable things, words that claw at my mind.
But one thing it does not speak, a question… but what is the question?
If I could only -

Prophecy of the Light

The light bears witness.
Always.
None shall answer but the truth, without hesitation.
For this, war has always been, and will always be.
The bright swords march, endless.

Prophecies from the wilds:

All paths lead to venom and blood, upon the road of writhing flesh. Seek not the stone that vipers guard, lest you answer the question they pose.

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spoken by the Swamp Blight

The fire crackles in the hearth, and sears the earth around it.

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The iron tower makes war, and the stones quiver in rage.

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The serpent reads the hangman’s tree, but knows not what it says.

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Abominations rise within a palace of ashen bone, glorious and terrible, bearing arms forged of drought and sunlight.

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Void and substance, light and dark, ever balanced, ever bound.
The bindings weaken, and the city awaits the cleansing light of dawn.

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A walled city, a shining light.
The walls will fall, someday, and the truth shall be told, and woe shall cover the world.

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spoken by delphinic koi in the water gardens of the Temple of the Green

The crown to part the sea, the stars unlock the key.
Unquiet darkness stirs, the door they left ajar.
Nightmare everlasting, beyond the farthest star.

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The sea of stars has filled the mountain, and now only nightmare lurks within.

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messages imparted by the being imprisoned within the vault underneath the Sternvakt.

Upon the isle of dawn stands a palace of sunlight and shining bronze, abundant with rotten life and fecund death. At its heart lies a gate thrice barred, a court that yet feasts upon the bones of divinity, and the key to their ancient home.

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Void and substance, light and dark, ever balanced, ever bound. The bindings weaken, and the city awaits the cleansing light of dawn.

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A pale fortress shines within the shadow of stone teeth, sealed away for the folly of law without wisdom. Its ancient foe awakens, and with it the bindings of their judgement begin to fail. Woe unto the world, should the city of swords be freed, for it knows no truth but itself.

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Theirs is a city of blood and strife, of glory and life. Between the river of silence and the realm of thunder, a war rages eternal within the bone-clad halls. As dawn first touches the spire’s pinnacle, they rise anew each morn, ever fallen, ever born.

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prophecies spoken by the Norn, Urd