Prophecy of War ((Open RP))

[Tuatha De Oldrann]

A word…..
A voice…..
A song…..

"Through the trevail of Ages,
It’s the pomp and toils of war
Have I fought and stroved and perished
Countless times upon the storm.
As if through a glass and darkly,
The age old strife I see,
Where I fought in many guises, many names
But always me."

The song ends, and the visions begin…..

Through the Light, dim can be seen a face with a crooked nose…..

Switch to Dark, switch to Trollsbane…..

Where streets run red with blood,
and the image of a different man, fire in his hair….



The first Man comes in….
He eats the latter!

~Sweating, Father Thyme awakens from his troubled slumber, panting.~

“What does it mean?”

~Very troubled, The next day, he tries to tell of his wild vision to some people in the Tavern in the hopes of an answer.~

[Aldan Vian]

An elf lays near the town gate at the bottom of a great Eldan oak. He shifts and sweats as if having a terrible nightmare. He sees Trolls Bane in blazing flames and two dark figures their blades drawn ready to fight. He sees their blades collide and suddenly jolts awake. He looks around for a moment unsure of where he is. The elf slowly stands shaking as if seeing the most horrifying terror. He looks through the fog that surrounds him. Aldan quickly runs off to tell Father Thyme of his vision.

[Hontus Ei]

Hontus sits in a seat at the tavern, listening to Father Thyme's story of his dream, and he raises his hands in a small gesture of unknowing.

"I am quite a dreamer myself, but most of my dreams relate to me only. I am a simple hunter, and I cannot pretend to know what this means."

He gets up, taking his staff up with him as he prepares for another trek out into the wilds.

"If Eldan enlightens me, only then would I be able to give you an answer. For now I can only suggest that you speak with your colleague, Aldan. He is a follower of Eldan, as am I. Perhaps he may be of assistance."

Hontus heads for the exit, only to bump into Aldan on his swift approach.

"Right on time.", Hontus says simply. He leaves.

[Tuatha De Oldrann]

~Father Thyme tells Aldan of his vision~

[Maeglin Telemmaite]

Maeglin Jolts up and runs to the tavern in search of information on where father Thyme is.When he reaches the tavern he is already there talking to Aldan. The elf tells father thyme and Aldan The same dream that both of them had just had,not realy noticing that Hontus is there yet.When he does he offers to buy him a drink.

What you drinking?

He turns back to father thyme...


What do the dreams mean father?

[Aldan Vian]

Aldan tells Father of his dream. Of the city burning and the shadowy figuers fighting in the flames. He looks to Maeglin saying.

Nothing Maeglin...now is not the time for drinks.

[Maeglin Telemmaite]

Not you Hontus I was talking to ...

[Tuatha De Oldrann]

"Three dreams....tis most strange...

It must be the will of the Gods, but what does it mean?

Who shall war against whom?"

[Aldan Vian]

Aldan Mumbles something about his brother and looks back to father. Suddenly he seems to fall to the ground trembling the orb atop his staff glowing with a blinding light. Images cross his mind he sees the shadowy figures fighting still onward and splatters of blood across the streets.

[Tuatha De Oldrann]

Are you alright Aldan?

~Father Thyme moves to help him. When he touches Aldan, he freezes, seized by the same visions aldan sees.~

[Aldan Vian]

Aldan trembles slightly slowly getting to his feet. A dull old look appears within his eyes as he looks down to the staff he is weakly holding onto for support. He looks to Father odly suddenly realizing what happened. He calls his wolf to his feet and looks down at it realizing it eyes have gained the dull old look as well.

[Maeglin Telemmaite]

Maeglin sees this and looks into his glass from the bar and his eyes are the same.He screams and tosses the glass down the bar.He starts to scratch at his eyelids which oddly are repenting his hands somehow.

[Tuatha De Oldrann]

~Startled, Father Thyme leaves immediately as if in shock, muttering about meditation and prayers.~

[Aldan Vian]

Aldan looks down at the wolf trembling. He seems almost shocked and horrified. He quickly runs off finding the nearest Eldan Oak and climbs up into the branches oddly enogh the wolf does the same its now dull green eyes fixed on Aldan the entire time. Sitting in the branches of the tree he slowly falls asleep as another vision fills his mind and the staff begins to shine with the blinding light once again.

Aldan slowly walks through the flames twords the shadowy figuers their fates written in blood. He notices one has red hair....and seem oddly familiar to him. The others characteristics can not be made out but he too seems....familiar. As he watches them fight the flames grow higher and the buildings lower. Aldan carries no weapons and is dressed in nothing but a shirt and pants. His piercing Sapphire eyes seem to burn through even the flames. Suddenly he gets the sensation of falling. He looks around.....all is black. He slowly stands as he seems to find himself laying upon the ground.. He walks forward seeing he hits nothing so he must be travelling the right way. as he walks on he sees the flames come into view again as if walking from a tunnel. He sees the figuers again and walks forward. Aldan suddenly falls to the ground and suddenly reaturns to his body as he awakes finding the wolf sitting in the branches by his side.

He climbs out from the tree and unsteadily walks forward twords the Eldan monastary.


-A few hours later.

Aldan walks back into the town gates and heads to the workshop sitting in one of the chairs trembling.

[Tanistian_Kanea]

An small fairy can be seen sitting atop the chimney of the tavern. His emerld eye looking up into the fathomless sky not quite looking at anything. Though he remains fully in the realm of the living he watches and listens as the voices drift up the chimney he mutters to himself,
These are some troublesome elves...
He stays on the chimney a while before he flying off and up, few eyes would see him the height he flys.

[Maeglin Telemmaite]

An elf hears small wing beats high up in the sky.

That is higher than a bird can fly...

The elf looks up and sees the fairy flying and becons for him to come down so he can deliver a message for him.