My long study into matters propably better left done and forgotten have
borne fruit. I present a fragment from the mutterings of an ancient and
rather mad Xorani prophet. Still, their veracity cannot be doubted, even
if some of them have not yet happened.

And behold!
Upon the day that Zarathustra dies the second death of beheading,
And the Gates of Freedom are cast down,
Then shalt Ashtans doom come upon her,
And she shalt be consumed in fire and rubble.

Then when the mists fill the City of the Free,
And the undead carrion come in expectation of a feast,
Then shalt even the ground quake at Ashtans insolence,
And giant vermin shall stalk their streets.

And the Forest and the Free
Shall join together
Yet the Forest shall dominate the Free
And the Free will not know it.

When Evil prevails over Righteousness,
And the Arisen One is locked away,
Then shall the mortals scurry like ants,
Seeking the grasshopper arcana.

And then shall the Forest
Be consumed with Darkness,
And verily shall the Druids
Be consumed with doubt and turmoil.

When another will come,
To challenge celestial supremacy,
Then shalt the haemovores
Be loosed amongst the future kine.

And behold there shall come a time
When the leadership of the wizards
Shall fall under threat,
Yet the Free wizards shall rejoice
With newfound stability.

And then shalt there be Divine union,
As War and Chaos are joined,
And mortals will know
The home of the Gods.

When the child of stone
Bears ring, robe, and staff,
Then shalt the Gates of Fire
Be thrown open to the multitudes,
And the home of minds unease be released.

Then shall the Malevolent One be imprisoned
And the Land of Evil formed,
Then shall the Warriors of Wickedness be reformed,
And the despised one shall make known his allegiance.

When a forsaken child of Phaestus,
Shall lead those of the forbidden path,
Then shall the war-mages of the Free
Rejoice in religious change.

So there we are. The maddened ravenings of a Xorani scholar that hold a
lot of truth, if only in the restrospective and future senses.

Penned this day,
by Master Sage Guiliaume Silverblaze.
(Those were the days...)

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Daedalan, in the year 339 AF.