ᛈᚱᛟᚠᚠᚹᛟᛞ ᚨᚠ ᛞᚱᚨᚷᚹᛟᛞ ᛋᚲᛖᚨᛞᚢ

Prophesy of Eternal Twilight

ᛈᚨᚾ ᛗᛟ'ᚱ ᛞᚨᚾᛋ ᚨᚠ ᚣ ᚲᚻᚹᚩᚱᛞᛏ ᚻᛖᚢᛚᚹᛖᚾ ᚤᚾ ᚳᚨᚨᛖ ᛖᛁ ᛏᛟᚱᚱᛁ, ᚨᚲ ᚹᛁᚾᛖᛒ ᛒᛚᚩᛞ-ᚱᚢᛞᚷ ᚾᚢᚱᚩᚾᚹ ᚤᚾ ᛇᛗᛇᚩᚾᚷ ᚤᚾ ᛗᚨᚹᚱ ᛏᚱᚨ'ᚾ ᛁ ᛏᚨᛚᛁᛏᚻᚨᛚ ᛂᚾᚲᛁᛚᛁᚩ, ᛒᚩᛒ ᚨᚱ ᛟᛖᛋ ᚨᚠ ᛋᚲᚨᛞᚢ ᚤᚾ ᛞᛖᚲᚨᚱᚢ. ᛒᚩᛒ ᚷᛟᛚᚨᚢ ᚻᚨᛚᛞᚱᚨ, ᚠᚠᚣᚾᚻᚩᚾᚾᛖᛚ ᛈᛟᛒ ᛋᚲᚨᛈ, ᚤᚾ ᛈᚹᛚᚢ, ᚨᚲ ᚹ ᛒᚹᛞ ᚤᚾ ᚳᚨᚨᛚ ᛖᛁ ᛞᚨᛚᚩᚾᚨᚥᛋ ᚨ ᚷᚹᛖᚨᛞ ᚤᚾ ᛏᚢᛏᚻ ᛖᛁ ᚻᚢᚾ.
ᛒᚩᛒ ᛒᚢᚱᚻᛋ ᚤᚾ ᚲᚹᛗᛈᚩ, ᚳᚣᚾᚱᚨᛏᛖᛋ ᚤᚾ ᚳᚱᚢᛗᛒᛚᚨᚾ, ᚨ ᛒᚩᛒ ᚷᛟᛚᚨᚢᛝ ᚳᛁᚹᛁᛚᛁᚨᛏᛁᚩᚾ ᚤᚾ ᛋᛈᚢᛏᛏᛖᚱ ᚨᚲ ᚤᚾ ᛗᚨᛞᛖ.
ᛞᛁᛗ ᚩᚾᛞ ᛏᚱᚹ ᛚᛖᛞᚨᚨᚾᚨ ᚷᛟᛚᚨᚢ ᛁ ᛒᚩᛒ ᚻᚹᚱᚾ ᚨᚠ ᚣ ᛒᚹᛞ ᚤᚾ ᚷᛖᛚᛚᚢᛁ ᚱ ᚹᚤᚱᛞ ᚻᚬᚾ.
ᚱᚨᛁᛞ ᛁᚱ ᚷᛖᛏᚱᛂᚩᚹᚨ ᛋᛖᚻᚹᚩᛚ ᚤᚾ ᚹᚨᛚᚩ ᛋᚠᚹᛗ ᚷᚨᛚᛖ ᚦᚨᛚ ᛁᛞ ᚨᚲ ᛏᚨᛚᛁᛏᚻᚨᛚ ᚤᚾ ᛏᚨᛚᛁᛏᚻᚨᛚ, ᛒᚩᛒ ᚹᛁᚱᛞ ᛈᚩᛒ ᛋᛏᚨᚱᛞ ᚤᚾ ᚹᚨᛚᚨᛝ ᚨ ᛋᚹᚨᚷᛖ.

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"Ym gwyth skyhimmel dans yn brytwch, a Nuruk's blóðrauðr ansikt rhagori tra Talithal vikja, yr oes av skuggar ddechrau. Yr ljós av Haldra, uppruni allr sköpun, minska, a'r veröld yn kasta til skumring av hva kanskje aldri emergja.
Som Nuruk dregst nær, yr myrkr áður sköpun sækja at endurheimta sínu ríki. Yr skuggar lengjast, krypja inn til hjörtu dauðlegra og vefnaður heimsins. Borgir falla, konungsríki molna, og ljós siðmenningar flökta og dofna.
Aðeins gegnum útbreiðslu Haldra's ljós til hvert horn heimsins má forðast þetta örlög. Yr trúföstu verða standa vörð, hirða um logi sköpunar eða það slökkva að eilífu. Ef Haldra's ljós bregðast, yr byd yn sokka til aldur av endalaus nótt, þar von er aðeins fjarlæg minning og örvænting ríkir.
Yr merki av þessi yfirvofandi dómur hafa sést í gegnum sögu - tíðir av myrkur þar skuggi nærri sigri. Samt alltaf hefur ljósið sigrað. En Orðan varar: yr endalokaorrusta nálgast. Yr trúföstu verða vera tilbúnir, því þegar Nuruk og Talithal skipta um sæti á himni, örlög allrar sköpunar hangir í metaskálunum."

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In the twilight sky, Nuruk's blood-red face excels while Talithal withdraws, the age of shadows begins. The light of Haldra, the source of all creation, diminishes, and the world is cast into a twilight from which it may never emerge.
As Nuruk draws near, the darkness before creation seeks to reclaim its realm. The shadows lengthen, creeping into the hearts of mortals and the fabric of the world. Cities fall, kingdoms crumble, and the light of civilization flickers and fades.
Only through the spread of Haldra's light to every corner of the world can this fate be avoided. The faithful must stand guard, tend to the flame of creation, or it will be extinguished forever. If Haldra's light fails, the world will sink into an age of endless night, where hope is but a distant memory and despair reigns.
The signs of this impending doom have been seen throughout history - times of darkness where the shadow nearly triumphed. Yet the light has always prevailed. But the Prophecy warns: the final battle approaches. The faithful must be ready, for when Nuruk and Talithal exchange places in the sky, the fate of all creation hangs in the balance