[He still shies somewhat, a child scolded, but having been offered the chance to be heard he does ease. He has his doubts that both things could be true. After all, he's taken more than one fist to the face by wrigglers his age getting their disagreements hashed out. But Katherine isn't like them. She's not as aligned to his ways as he'd like, but she's still a friend. Friends don't hurt each other.
He breathes deep, not quite in the mindset for doom-saying in this particular moment. Even Mituna needed some readiness, he reminds himself.]
I am a prophet of the Messiahs two. I have been chosen by our most righteous Lord and Lady to communicate their mother fuckin will. I have perceived what is to come within my dreaming. Through my studies leisurely and copious I have aligned my knowledge to the truth of these visions bestowed. Further, my moirail has been blessed with psionic ability which allows him to know the voices of those soon but sure to perish and I have heard the cries through the holy fear.
[They had meant merely to hang out that evening, stay over for the day. It was to be a night of game and revelry. It was also unfortunately a day where his daymares gained new layer of terror.]
There is to be a reckoning. It approaches swift and shall arrive with my friends' reaching of six sweeps. Fire shall rain from the sky and all shall be reduced to ash beneath the unholy hailing. My people shall burn and perish yet only just begin upon the suffering that is to mother fuckin come. The universe itself shall give into great calamity from forces beyond. The Vast Honk shall come before the end is nigh, inviting the inevitable. Magic shall unlock itself from the remains of my kind. The Lady may weep for us but she may do nothing for prophecy has writ that soon comes a turn in the working of the world.
[He turns his eyes down.]
I do not understand the writ describing, but there appears an unbalancing to come by the Mirthful themselves. Shangri-La comes in reach yet is further than ever before, as with the Minstrels and Messiahs two. I do not know what this means.
[He of course, has a thousand guesses, but the truth is, he knows less than he would like. His brows start to furrow and for once, he doesn't hide his genuine upset at this all behind a smile.]
It has been the same dream repeatedly, but I have yet to reach it's end. Each time brings me closer to knowing. I see the end. I see the calamity. I see it all come apart and a descent into the dark follows. I know there is something that which awaits me, or perhaps it is I who waits for it, but I do not know...
[He looks up at her again.]
I have sought to elaborate the dangers! I have warned of this coming! Yet unheard I remain! I have pleaded even to the seadwellers, the only royalty above myself, but I have been told there is no such coming to be according to their facts, scanners, and studies. I have been told the Messiahs are fakes! But I know... I feel it is coming... [He shakes his head.] Meulin and Mituna are the only who will hear me. I have read perhaps that this undoing is wrought by our own treachery but I wish it not to be so. [He blinks fast but he won't allow himself to cry.]
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He breathes deep, not quite in the mindset for doom-saying in this particular moment. Even Mituna needed some readiness, he reminds himself.]
I am a prophet of the Messiahs two. I have been chosen by our most righteous Lord and Lady to communicate their mother fuckin will. I have perceived what is to come within my dreaming. Through my studies leisurely and copious I have aligned my knowledge to the truth of these visions bestowed. Further, my moirail has been blessed with psionic ability which allows him to know the voices of those soon but sure to perish and I have heard the cries through the holy fear.
[They had meant merely to hang out that evening, stay over for the day. It was to be a night of game and revelry. It was also unfortunately a day where his daymares gained new layer of terror.]
There is to be a reckoning. It approaches swift and shall arrive with my friends' reaching of six sweeps. Fire shall rain from the sky and all shall be reduced to ash beneath the unholy hailing. My people shall burn and perish yet only just begin upon the suffering that is to mother fuckin come. The universe itself shall give into great calamity from forces beyond. The Vast Honk shall come before the end is nigh, inviting the inevitable. Magic shall unlock itself from the remains of my kind. The Lady may weep for us but she may do nothing for prophecy has writ that soon comes a turn in the working of the world.
[He turns his eyes down.]
I do not understand the writ describing, but there appears an unbalancing to come by the Mirthful themselves. Shangri-La comes in reach yet is further than ever before, as with the Minstrels and Messiahs two. I do not know what this means.
[He of course, has a thousand guesses, but the truth is, he knows less than he would like. His brows start to furrow and for once, he doesn't hide his genuine upset at this all behind a smile.]
It has been the same dream repeatedly, but I have yet to reach it's end. Each time brings me closer to knowing. I see the end. I see the calamity. I see it all come apart and a descent into the dark follows. I know there is something that which awaits me, or perhaps it is I who waits for it, but I do not know...
[He looks up at her again.]
I have sought to elaborate the dangers! I have warned of this coming! Yet unheard I remain! I have pleaded even to the seadwellers, the only royalty above myself, but I have been told there is no such coming to be according to their facts, scanners, and studies. I have been told the Messiahs are fakes! But I know... I feel it is coming... [He shakes his head.] Meulin and Mituna are the only who will hear me. I have read perhaps that this undoing is wrought by our own treachery but I wish it not to be so. [He blinks fast but he won't allow himself to cry.]