Dwilight/Prophecy

A Prophecy of the End of Dwilight

Before the collapse of Springdale, a noble named Molson Von Zoff was escaping through Mt Black Nastrond when he bumped into an old monk. The monk was knocked over and injured by his fall. As Sir Molson was a compassionate noble, he cared for the monk’s wounded knee with bandages and wrapping. The monk was also fed and bathed by the noble’s servants. The monk recognized Sir Molson’s banners and knew the man was fleeing Springdale, then, in exchange for the goodwill he received, the monk revealed to the low spirited Sir Molson a prophecy of the end of Dwilight.

The monk then took his staff and left the camp. Sir Molson was astounded and ordered his scribe to record all of the words they just heard. Never again was the monk seen. Sir Molson did not survive the trip through Mt. Black Nastrond, but his scribe did and delivered his transcript to the next noble he was employed by. These are the exact words of the monk on the mountain….

“Sir Molson, quit your sulking. Do you really think Springdale would be the only realm to die? Ha! I can tell you of the time when every realm will die at once! I am an enlightened monk, a seer. Let me reveal to you a vision I had about the end of Dwilight!

The end of Dwilight will not be sudden or climactic. It will be long drawn out, painful, and inevitable.

The end will come in a time of great famine. Realms will be starving for nobles, for peasants, for wealth, for resources, for purpose, but none of these needs shall be met. The pangs of starvation will cause great distress and protest from the dedicated, but the hand that feeds will run dry of milk, grain and patience. In the end times, no more shall Dwilight be an infant. It shall be infirm.

The end will come when hopes and dreams meet a hard truth: that prosperity derives from labour. When all the promises are broken, when all the uncharted territory is no longer the frontier in the hearts and minds of the nobles, then Dwilight will sink.

The end will come with warning. Privy nobles would be given a chance to flee their doom, though some may choose to sink with assumed honour. Those who do remain will be wiped out entirely in one instant. As a flash of lightning brightens the sky, so to in such a second will the remaining few vanish. Those who escape will have nothing left but scars and memories.

The end will come as the land becomes obsolete. No more shall migrants sail their way across treacherous seas into treacherous politics. No more shall nobles venture, expand, conflict, or toil. In the end times, noble hearts will be filled with remorse and disappointment. Wise minds will see it coming long before the warning. They will have no ability to change the final verdict. They will be left with the worst scars and memories.

As people are born, reared, and then die, as realms obey this same cycle – just like Springdale, so to shall Dwilight.

Dwilight shall end as it was created, empty. “