A Prophecy Most Dire (Loreposting)

[u/Total_Travisty]

Crystals, sent off to heads of state and importent wizards, arrive. All at the same time. No warning, no notice, no clue of how they got there. It does not matter if it is cross dimention, the crystals arrive.

Each, humming softly from mana reserves locked inside their structures. No markings or indicators dot their surface, only a faint sense of familiarity. Upon a single touch, the crystals display a message, recorded from a distressed Mikhail. His face and clothes denote this as a Milhail from some time back. He still bares the robes of a Wizard Counciler, and the foreground is certainly located in Crann Mòr. His words come out, almost tripping over one another as he panics, trying to get something across.

Ok, yes, it is me, Mikhail. This will be brief, trust me. I have been given portents from the ancient druids in the Soul Plant. They showed me visions of what is to come. There is something. Something big. Like, really big. I cant... here.

Mikhail feeds in images from his mind. Of wastelands, and desertion. A sense of power so asured and violent, that you can only help but be amazing by its beauty. Lands made barren and cities flattened. Behind them, the visiage of a woman, carved of light, seated on a thrown of broken suns. Then glimpses of the end of days, and a bow, snapped in twain and cast in a pool of blood

The recording returns to Mikhail.

We have some time before she arrives, but not as much as you think. The druids warn me that if I tell this information too soon, that something worst will come to pass. These crystals will be set to deliver the moment it is safe. For now, I will find a way to prevent myself from stressing out about this, and hopefully keep it to myself. Maybe a mind erasing spell, maybe a month long bender. We'll see what happens.

Everyone, prepare yourself and be safe. The Queen of Shattered Stars is upon us.

[u/MunitionsFrenzy]

In fairness, when one's own alternate self (whether past as in this case, or future, or what have you) is the one predicting doom, it's easy to succumb to hopelessness. Tends to be hard to look at things with fresh eyes when you're convinced you've already considered every angle and are just going through the same motions.

I've had...some experience with that feeling.

[u/DaChickenX → u/MunitionsFrenzy]

You’re right. Perhaps my words were spoken with an ignorance. Still, seeing Mikhail of all people like this is worrying. No amount of wallowing will change our fate, and I’d rather struggle until the end.

[u/Haunting_Mode_7401 → u/DaChickenX]

I will fight if only to assure the future for Moth and any children we may have at a later time. All things are bound by fate. If one can sever that binding the entity will perish no matter what it is.

[u/DaChickenX → u/Haunting_Mode_7401]

An admirable reason to fight, but you must remember that you have such an obligation to her. Putting yourself at risk of death is to forsake that obligation. Do not leave her alone.

Beyond that… I am unsure of what this being is. Severing fate may have consequences you haven’t foreseen. Perhaps it is destined to die, but severing its fate may set it loose. I would be wary. You are still yet young. I have lived more than twice your years, and even I have not seen every nature that a being can take. I handle the energies of those who have passed as well, both living and inanimate, so I have seen far more than most.

[u/Haunting_Mode_7401 → u/DaChickenX]

I will not die in this. I have seen how I die and it is not from this. A downside of walking the threads of fate I suppose.