Repository of Knowledge/Prophets

• You visit the prophet Motranas, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:

A traveling minstrel came upon me one day as I washed my clothes in the stream. He asked me 'Master, why does the night sky glow red?' I asked him 'Why do you look to the skies? It is too late for that. Rather, if you wish to see the signs of what is to come, watch the rivers. Seek me again when the rivers run red. When that happens, we shall truly have momentous events to discuss.' Then I sent him away. I fear that the day may soon come when the minstrel will seek me once more.

• You visit the prophet Tirinius, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:

The world will be torn apart between fire and ice.

Look! There! The skies themselves burn with anger, and the oceans swell with blood! They are coming once more! Run now, while you still can!

• You visit the prophet Czarina, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:

"In answering a question, I once told a young man to return to me when the rivers ran red with blood. He came back yesterday, and told me of the southlands. He spoke of the endless swarms of monsters, the vast fields of the dead, and the rivers of their blood. He asked me how they could possibly stand against their numbers. I said to him: Have you no friends who will stand beside you? Have you no allies to bolster your strength? Have you no shield with which to repel their assault? Or are you just not willing to pay the price that such a thing would cost?"

Beneath this earth,

live the untold legion,

leaking from every region,

to revoke Man's dearth,

and still the rebirth.

Traitors! There are traitors everywhere. Around you, next to you, there is even a traitor inside of you. Mankind is not one, and even those who think they are one are many. And among the many, there is always one who wishes all the others dead.

• You overhear the prophet Tirinius speaking to a group of "adventurers", and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:

There is honor in the grave, I think. No, I do not mean that a grave is an honorable thing. Rather, there is honor in dying for a cause. The sacrificing of your very life, that which is your greatest treasure, for the accomplishment of a goal. That is what I mean when I say there is honor in the grave. But then, is your life truly your greatest treasure? Perhaps for a mere commoner, such as yourself, that is true. But for those of noble birth, do they not have something worth even more than their life? Is not their honor more important than their life? And if they ask you, a commoner, to sacrifice that which is precious to you, your very life, then should they not be willing to sacrifice that which is most precious to them: their sacred honor? So therefore you should ask them: If they are willing to ask you to lay down your life for their cause, are they willing to sacrifice their honor for the same? Or will they cling stubbornly to their honor? Will they ask you to give up that which is most precious to you, while they cling to their precious, and only give their second best treasure to the cause? But then, if you give up that which is most sacred to you in order to serve the cause, is there not honor in that also? Quite the paradox, I think, to ponder if by casting aside your sacred honor, you can indeed gather an even greater honor: the accomplishment of your true goal.

• You visit the prophet Nam Hilahu, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:

I have heard much talk lately of the unity of mankind, and how we all must sacrifice for the "greater good". The great nobles, proud in their shining armor and fancy castles, ride back and forth, and preach of how noble it would be to die in the defense of these so-called lofty ideals. "Never shall we bow to an inhuman master!" they preach. Ha! What do they know of bowing before a master? They're not the ones dying by the thousands to protect some noble idea that they're too good to acknowledge another as master. Aye, there's no shortage of food for their tables. But where is the good in it for us common folk? What does it matter if the master that takes the food from my table to feed himself has horns and a tail, or just acts like it?

While Nam Hilahuasks for nothing, you can leave him a few coins, if you are so inclined.

• You visit the prophet Nam Hilahu, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:

The secret to it all lies in the north. But the secret to understand it all can only be found in the opposite.

While Nam Hilahuasks for nothing, you can leave him a few coins, if you are so inclined.

• You visit the prophet Nam Hilahu, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:

Decide. Decide your path. For walking it is inevitable.

What I think? I do not think much these days, for it does not do a man well to think. Why think? What does it accomplish if at the end of the day we all perish along the way? Paradoxes, I'd say. These rulers do not seem to know what peril awaits the peasants regardless of what they choose. Inhuman or not, rulers are always arrogant, and do not care for their peasants. It would be better if we were dead and something replaces us that simply gives off taxes and praises. You want to know what I think? I think it doesn't matter, what does the changing of rulers matter to the local peasants such as us other than perhaps a different face to give false praise to?

Anger, hatred, and fear will consume you. They feed upon themselves, and in so doing create more anger, hatred, and fear. You think you know what I mean, but you do not. You cannot can truly comprehend the revelation in these words until you let go of your preconceived notions of them. Perhaps when the time is right, you will return and I will teach you their true meanings.

There is something very much alive inside the undead, just as there is so much death inside the monsters. Are they really opposites, I ask, or are they two sides of the same coin?

• (July 8th) You visit the prophet The Mad Jonathan, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:

Think you that there are but three? Then your surprise will be all the greater when you find that there are four.

• (July 13, Grehk) Every armour has an opening. Every wall has a gate. Every man has a weakness, every eye a blind spot. Find it, and you can defeat anything.

• (July 25, Cjelegy) You visit the prophet Tirinius, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:

The chains that bound eternity,

lie as shattered folly.

Never again to withhold

the threefold nightmares of Man!

If you are looking for victory, you can destroy your enemies and wipe them out, or you can send them back to where they came from. Especially if they keep coming, the second one may be easier, as they will convince the next ones to stay at home, saving you the bloody work of doing that convincing yourself.

I do not have much to say to you. But know that the words of prophets and wise men can not be overestimated in these dark days. The key to the survival of all mankind lies in the words of those who see beyond.

(August 25, Creasur) There is something very much alive inside the undead, just as there is so much death inside the monsters. Are they really opposites, I ask, or are they two sides of the same coin?

(October, Crim) Many, many lifetimes ago, humans knew more about the wilderness. Those ancient humans could walk through the forests unseen, and kill their prey with their bare hands. They were of the wild, one with the wild, and they were the most fearsome animals.

Sometimes, knowledge is a trap. Stupidity, on the other hand, is always a trap.

The time of blood has come. These are the end times, I am not crazy! Victory or defeat are the only two options.

• You visit the prophet Tirinius, and listen to his words, many of which are difficult to make out. One part of his long sermon comes out clearly to you and that is:

(November 22) It is said that ancient books contain the knowledge needed to survive these dark days. Find them, they say, and you will be victorious.