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− | ==Prophecies of the Future==
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− | '''''Q:''''' Is there any way to avoid such a horrific fate?
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− | '''''A:''''' No, my son. The final shattering will happen. But if we are pious, and humble, we can convince the rider to stay his hammer for another season. Avert your eyes from the black birds when they come through on the sixth month and again on the ninth, do not share your secrets like those transparent fools, and do not wallow in your image like those reflective wretches. And every day pray to whatever gods you can that they may stay the rider's journey for another day.
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− | '''The Black Rider'''
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− | And on the seventh day of the seventh month from the setting sun will come the rider in black.
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− | And he will be clad in a black robe, which billows and blows and obscures all the places he has ridden
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− | And he will have black skin which smears and obscures all he touches
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− | And he will have black eyes in which once light falls it can never return
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− | And he will stop at the gates of the [[Diaphane|city of glass]]
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− | And he will touch it, and the inhabitants will be blind to all the secrets once in the open
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− | And he will stop at the gates of the [[Narcissus|city of mirrors]]
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− | And he will touch it, and the inhabitants will be forced to see the things which are not themselves
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− | And as the cities wallow in the black, he will turn around and look at the sun, and its light will cease to shine
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− | And as the cities moan the loss of their light he will raise his black hammer
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− | And he will shatter the world.
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− | (Writings of the Mad Prophet Jalzad, ''The Final Shattering''.)
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− | -- by Maltodextrin
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− | '''The Black Steed'''
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− | An old one eyed [[megafauna|Mammoth]], meaner and larger than any seen in this age
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− | last survivor of a mighty great herds, wandering in search of a bloody feast
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− | Jet Black fur and footsteps that freeze the earth and crackle the air, full of rage
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− | with the sound of frost, he announces he is coming, screams of beast
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− | His grunts and rage signal the end of the time, wars to wage
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− | -- by stephen_dean
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