The Echoing Ballad of Jaadin Hularr

“Oh hear my voice, you in the now, and know what is to come.
For I have heard from long before the beating of the drum.
The drum, the drum, the drum.

The land is dark, the land is light, though once was in between.
Returning to a balanced world is what I have forseen.
Forseen, forseen, forseen.

The thudding time, it marches forth, and guides you to your fate.
But hidden well along your path, dangers lay in wait.
In wait, in wait, wait.

The light has come, consumed with greed, burning one and all.
Yet heroes will emerge among you, answering the call.
The call, he call, the call.

The piercing cry of shattered souls, surviving in the gloom.
Oh, only they can turn your fate away from certain doom.
‘Tain doom, ‘tain doom, ‘tain doom.

The one of quiet disposition silently departs.
From shaded forests bringing with them knowledge of the arts.
The arts, the arts, the arts.

From mountains tall, another comes, and strides into the fray.
With hands as strong as solid stone, they keep foes at bay.
At bay, at bay, at bay.

A tortured one, from open planes, abandoned, left for dead.
Though wounded, scarred, yet breathing still, they rise to fight instead
Instead, instead, instead.

A caring soul will travel here from miles out at sea.
They bring with them the will to heal. To make all whole and free.
And free, and free, and free,

When come these four into your midst their battle is revealed.
And if you waver once from doubt, your fate is truly sealed
‘Ly sealed, ‘ly sealed, ‘ly sealed.

Oh hear my voice, you in the now, and know what is to come.
For I have heard from long before the beating of the drum.
The drum, the drum, the drum.”

— Jaadin Hulaar, Oracle of Echoing Futures