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Post by ablacklama on Jul 4, 2013 20:51:48 GMT -8
"Each time the river changes it course The banks grow wider in their gain Until the floods that grace this earthly realm Carry far beyond the flooded plain You are the dreamers and the chosen dream And the gift is given to you alone Bound forever by the shimmering seer With the aid of a claw and stone The dark ones are always pressing Pulling against the natural path There is no course but this one That can shield you from their wrath But long ago it started A defiance of the river wild A building of levies and bridges A goddesses life bound and tied Those with the dreaming refused To ride the rivers ebb and flow And chose to turn the river Where their want had will to go And thus it has come around against itself With terrible force and rage and pain How long before the banks are burst As the storm prepares to rain So many dreams now dead in ashes Never killed, and never shorn What dark shadows take their places now For our hopes were never born"
There are things i have left out for the time being and if you want to know more about it feel free to contact me. I'll be either in Garendel or Randwin.
Anyways i'm putting this out there because i realize that everyone will interpret it differently and i would like your opinions on what each part means. I for one am mostly clueless, I have never been involved in work such as this before and can only wildly guess as to the meaning. If anyone knows anything that they think might be even slightly relevant please say it. I believe that the more information is shared, the better for everyone. And I will try to be as clear and concise as possible, as i hope you will be as well.
Dillon Shadow Guard, Cobben Archer
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Post by gamemasterchris on Jul 5, 2013 12:26:03 GMT -8
Please note that this post is an In Game posting, not OUT of game, and thus characters can read it, and can respond, but only as their character. Please do not post responses or opinions that your character isn't aware of.
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Post by ElfChild on Jul 7, 2013 23:10:37 GMT -8
Analysis by Teresa Firespark.
I am not entirely sure I am the one you should wish to have commenting on this, especially given the nature of these words as prophecy. There are a couple of family friends you may wish to call upon, contact me for more information. Any expertise I can claim comes with studying alongside these friends and under the Priestesses of the Elder Goddess. Therefore I would advise against taking my word as any more than the speculation of an amateur. Even so, I would be happy to speak with anyone looking for slightly more reliable sources and would, too, be happy to collect any useful information so that we might be able to solve and act upon this prophecy before it is too late to do so.
Each time the river changes it course The banks grow wider in their gain Until the floods that grace this earthly realm Carry far beyond the flooded plain
I am aware that beyond our own plane there are a great many more. I am, too, aware that a river may sometimes imply time. I would thus suggest that these lines speak of changes to the path of time (time elder sorcery, though prohibited, is not unheard of) or to the path of fate. It seems that they may be suggesting that changes to time or fate have some sort of spillover effect onto adjacent realms. The visual of the banks growing wider may also refer to a greater number of possible paths or a greater amount of spillover into adjacent planes and the planes beyond.
You are the dreamers and the chosen dream And the gift is given to you alone Bound forever by the shimmering seer With the aid of a claw and stone
It has been said that the world was dreamed into being. Our being, in some way, the chosen dream, implies that unlike most dreams which are fleeting and make no true impact on the dreamer, we are special somehow and may change the life of the dreamer. Then again, it can also be said that all dreams are consequential to the dreamer or that all feed into a larger dream. I would not be the one to ask about such topics, but I may introduce you to those more able to speak at length upon them. Claw and stone I have heard of before, but I do not recall where and am thus unable to comment on their presence in this prophecy.
The dark ones are always pressing Pulling against the natural path There is no course but this one That can shield you from their wrath
Dark ones may relate to Vampires and other creatures of the darkness, but it may just as likely refer to evil at large, as evil is often described as darkness. Whatever it refers to, it seems not to like the dream or fate thread we follow. However, it seems fairly clear that there is only one thread or course that we can follow without being subject to whatever it is planning for us. It seems a good idea, then, to find out what this path requires of us and follow the requirements as closely as we can manage.
But long ago it started A defiance of the river wild A building of levies and bridges A goddesses life bound and tied
Attempts to block the river would seem to suggest time magic, or else a destruction of time as a whole. This certainly appears to suggest that certain persons wished to avoid fate or remove themselves from time, and it also appears that as they do so they are in some way hurting or restraining the Elder Goddess. Perhaps oracles to her might be in order to find the true nature of such a statement.
Those with the dreaming refused To ride the rivers ebb and flow And chose to turn the river Where their want had will to go Ah, this seems to confirm the hypothesis of time magic.
And thus it has come around against itself With terrible force and rage and pain How long before the banks are burst As the storm prepares to rain
Time seems to be turning on itself, maybe coming in a loop as rivers are not meant to do, and there seems to be a strain on time itself. What will happen if time overflows I almost dare not ask, but it appears that it will be tested further by the coming storm and ask we must or else we might be drawn away with the breaking of the banks.
So many dreams now dead in ashes Never killed, and never shorn What dark shadows take their places now For our hopes were never born
This sounds like it's out of my league. Meet with me and we can go find some dreamers who have heard or seen of the Hope lost in the Goddess' Death and unborn when again the age of the Goddess returned...
That or read really old chronicles from Pinnacle. Like, 70 year old chronicles from Pinnacle. And sift through for things relevant to the stuff I just said. But I like talking to people in person.
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Post by ablacklama on Dec 6, 2013 19:21:04 GMT -8
(I figured I should post these somewhere. Kim, the first two visions are connected to what was happening with the fairies. And they were what I drew my conclusions from.)
This will be a record or all the death oracles I have had up to this point. Although many of these may not be relevant anymore but I figured they should be written down. They are written down in chronological order starting from the most recent, and are written down in run on sentences because that's how they appeared.
Fairy in a cocoon, sending out webs to attach to trees nearby but a thing that was a wolf then a bat then a human is cutting the webs with a curved knife as it sends them out, cocoon falls and it fall into water that I didn't know was there because it looked like the ground, cocoon sends out ripples when it hits the water, everything nature is dying, humans are walking below and then don't seem to notice that everything is dying, 7 dragons are also alive along with me and the humans. There is a tree that is also a door and a sword that is also a shield and armor ext. is defending the tree, and time is weird because this is in the past, I see a long field thats like a cloth with tares in it and a deafening wind blows through and creatures and stuff start pouring and I realize there are 3 of me and I'm not the real me, vision switches to the other me behind the former me and I realize that still isn't me, switch to the third one behind me and I see the two other me's looking across the field and this is the real me, I wonder when I stopped being me and then it switches back to the front me.
Round area, vision is really clear, being circling around me with butterfly and fairy wings, they start chanting in elder sorcery and I can almost make out a few words but a bunch of threads start all coming from them and meeting at the middle where they intertwined with each other, an axe then is there and it is cutting it's way through the threads to get to the center and all the beings swarm it but non of them seem to be able to do anything to it, it then desalinated the center
Woman sitting looking at this man sitting on a thrown looking down I can turn the room and looks round and I can tell that the room is built for a mountain region and it is odelwatch keep and the way he is looking at this woman she is terrified of him and I am seeing it from her perspective and I feel disgust and longing lust from both. Image become explicit, he is mana draining her like a vampire and raping her and kills her and I feel morganti there and the vision almost ends but I sorta feel a knife sticking through my chest and before it I feel a door open in the room and the person I'm seeing in that moment as I'm dying is this man that looks over and I think he is angry at me which doesn't make sense cause I'm being morganti slain. The vision was very clear and painful
Person with a cloak leading odell watch army. Wood troll with morganti, hand touches him and his eyes change. Being holding up a shield, black hole opens in the shield and a morganti weapon passes through it
Griffin fighting undead using a long sword, Griffin dies and either turns into a rock or gets intombed in a rock and the skull warriors are standing around it, some person moves in to touch it and the skull warriors cut off there hands.
Snake around me spiders attacking me, snake attacking the spiders, snake dragging me away, raptor flying twards me in the distance but it won't get here in time. Old man with a cane in the clouds slams the ground with the Cain and lightning comes out and a wave comes from him (not water) , woman with a fan does a dance and makes a bunch of riders come down who disintegrate into earth. Two ogre like heads in a whole in the ground deciding wether to kill each other, hole is closing. Red stone, opens it's eyes and looks like it wants to eat me.
The Lady Janet, sorceress of the elder goddess.
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