Etaf's Prophecy Archive

[Kender Bard]

Feel free to post random, made up prophecies here. Please make them appropriate for the world setting, and time period (No prophecies of millions of years in the future.. <_<)

You don't have to know what they're foretelling, either! Just make them sound good. They do not have to rhyme, but it's always nice.

People, especially Etaf priests, are free to pull prophecies from this post at random for whatever they see fit.

[shrikeswind]

"The blades of our fathers passed down to our sons,
Brought forth in the honor of the Forces' great names,
The swords shall clash for one hundred days in their minds,
In the honor of the Forces' great names.

The first to fall may be Fire or Ice,
They may worship the darkness or life,
The blood of the dead shall cover the walls,
And the murderer's name will be spelt on the wind.

The blades of our fathers passed down to our sons,
Brought forth in the honor of the Forces' great names,
The swords shall clash for one hundred days in their minds,
In the honor of the Forces' great names.

The battle shall last for all of our time,
And shall last for ages more,
The battle shall last 'til there's only one Force,
Who still has those who are for.

The blades of our fathers passed down to our sons,
Brought forth in the honor of the Forces' great names,
The swords shall clash for one hundred days in their minds,
In the honor of the Forces' great names.

The battle may be swayed first by the man,
A prince now only by mind,
He who believes in the laws of the world,
And who shall father with an impossible love.

The blades of our fathers passed down to our sons,
Brought forth in the honor of the Forces' great names,
The swords shall clash for one hundred days in their minds,
In the honor of the Forces' great names.

The second name that may end the great War,
Is that of the Lord of the Dogs,
He who shall see what no Beast had yet,
Yet he who knew all along.

The blades of our fathers passed down to our sons,
Brought forth in the honor of the Forces' great names,
The swords shall clash for one hundred days in their minds,
In the honor of the Forces' great names.

The War may be stopped by one final name,
She who has seen through ever-changing eyes,
She who's brother is not hers by blood,
She of the slavers and slave.

The blades of our fathers passed down to our sons,
Brought forth in the honor of the Forces' great names,
The swords shall clash for one hundred days in their minds,
In the honor of the Forces' great names."

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[Kender Bard]

Eleven little litter mates, rotten clear through and through.
Number nine the only one who knows what's true.
Hiding for the moonlight during the day.
Paper-thin wings easily burned away.

Locked away in their minds, twisted dreams
Not everything about them is as it seems.
Left alone, untouched, sterile
Until desinty overrules the peril.

Turn away your blind eye,
Dream locks gone awry!
Transform that which is weak
Into fiery vision's technique.

One step behind you, crackling of flames.
Turn around, utter the eleven names.
Called to flock to a loveless heart
Hope is surely to be torn apart.

[Darastrix]

A false friend and a true lie
Both hidden in the light.
It is only in the darkness
That things may be set to right.

The friend, a man who holds a crown.
The lie, merely believed.
Blinded by the golden sun,
All shall be decieved.

One who bears a torch of shadow
Shall make the truth be known.
A stranger to his fellows,
Exiled within his home.

[shrikeswind]

Invoking the Light,
Son of the Forces,
Herald of Progress,
Maker of Love,
A Man of the Times to Come,
Everything Mankind Desires,
Leaves for us Tonight.

[Kender Bard]

The green eyes of hungry darkness will cast about
Alighting on the baubles of the Forces.
Its maw will open and long grasp reach forth to pluck the gems
From their resting places, gathering them together.
Blood will run, cries will rend the air, and metal will strike metal.
Fire, flood, and despair will cover the land when the dark ones gather strength.
Each gift, covetously taken, will compliment the other.
The Starry One will grow displeased with her peers
And will cast down the heavens themselves.
All is a race against time.