Kosh'harg Visions & Prophecies

[Rhonya]

((As Rhonya made these ICly, here they are, with the things she said underneith them.))




A never ending war these two fight
In the dark and cold of a cave
The small sporelings flee in fright
Though their freedom is all they crave.
Slay this one and bring the life
For it will be a new start
For the one who was killed by the knife.




Fallen from grace at their strongest hour
Even the earth reaching to the sky
Once able to, in one bite, devour
To rise to great heights and fly.
The power in the horn
Will be needed for the one to be reborn



From corrupted fire born
About your death this one won’t mourn
It’s core is what you will seek
In the land of those not for the weak.
Even the sky isn’t safe
So better only take those who are brave.



Strength is something this one is known for
Though his mind may be not the most bright
You might want to bring some more
Or none of you will ever again see the light.
Islands floating in the air
But be careful, for about your fate he will not care.

[Rhonya]

((Just for fun, here once again the prophecies made, and to whom!))


"The evening is here, the water offered. Now be silent, and hear the words spoken, accept the blessing of water, the blessing of old. For those gathered, step forwards, if you wish to receive the spirits blessing and words."

Most of the Orcs stepped forwards, making an actual line in front of the she-wolf that spoke with spirits voice. Exolth as the only guest this time was first in the line. She passed them all in turn while speaking to them, marking their foreheads with the water that had come from Oshu'gun.

To Exolth she spoke, "It shall prosper at the beginning, but don’t put too much confidence in what you cannot see."

To Trakmar, "He will never tangle with the hungry bird who does not fly. It will not be marked by the blind bird."

To Rargnasha: "You will howl to the moon of the darkest night, but an answer shall not be found in the silence that shall follow. Seek the answer in the pack, those that will listen to the words of the wild."

To Nograx: "On the night of the pale moon, avoid the one in red, for he will try to take that what is rightfully yours, even though you might not know it yet."

To Krogon: "When that dreaded bow is strung, your immortal story at last shall be sung."

To Kozgugore: "You must take care with the treacherous ghoul near a portal after sunset at the coming of truth."

To Gridish: "A natural disaster will take place or a meeting will finally happen with the joyful one at the coming of battle, though beware of the one with one eye."

To Srelok: "She must be told."

To Therak: "A betrayal will occur near a holy site at dawn, when the howling of wolves will fill the air and sorrow will fill the hearts of those present. Do not doubt, but listen with your heart, and you will find the comfort you will need."

When all was said, and all were blessed, the spirit bid them farewell, and let Rhonya be Rhonya again. What the prophecies mean, perhaps time will tell.

[Nograx]

This is some Oracle of Delphi shit.

Many different possibilitys for interpretation.

Except for Krogon. He is going down. 

[Okiba]

This is some Oracle of Delphi shit.

Many different possibilitys for interpretation.

Except for Krogon. He is going down. 

...Well, even if the old geezer does... theres gonna be one -Badass- song made of it.

[Nograx]

This is some Oracle of Delphi shit.

Many different possibilitys for interpretation.

Except for Krogon. He is going down. 

...Well, even if the old geezer does... theres gonna be one -Badass- song made of it.

Devilstep the Bald -  By Karak feat. Sadok.

[Rhonya]

And again this time Kosh'harg a prophecy was made.


Frost forged, fire made;
Blood marked, red blade;
Oath broke, oath sworn;
It screams, reborn;

The hunter's moon;
The war-drums' tune;
Eight horns, ten chimes;
Wrong place, wrong time;

Cast iron, red gates;
It burns, it hates;
It ends and then:
Begins again.


After which Rhonya started to draw circles with her own blood, everywhere she could reach.

[Sadok]

Kozgugore's Prophecy

"A dark heart on a pale night. A journey from the farthest depths to deep within. The she-wolf’s howl will sound, and then you will know: it’s coming. Save me, save her, save us, save yourself."

Vezara's Prophecy

"In black ink and red blood comes the final night. When absence has presents, beware the serpent's bite. It's over. If it ever was. You will know."

Krogon's Prophecy

"The first verse is over. The dreaded bow. The second verse is over. The fatal arrow. Here come the chants. No matter the world. Here come the horns. The way is narrow. Here come the drums. Exit ghost."

Siyah-Gosh's Prophecy

"The famous cat will not weep with the heroic pigeon for the sake of foolish anger. It shall instead condescend with the kind fox feasting in the white mountains for the sake of jealousy. A reconciliation shall take place. It must not starve. Meow."

Sadok's Vision

"An orc stared me in the eyes, an' I couldn't look away. I couldn't figure out who it was... but I had the feelin' I'd met him b'fore. He opened his mouth, an' it became an abyss which swallowed his head an' finally his entire body. Then everythin'."

[Sadok]

Past Kosh'harg Prophecies delivered by Mazguul Sharpeye (she preferred to call these 'messages from the spirits' rather than true prophecies):




• To Kozgugore Feraleye and Morgeth Feralheart - "A female wit' brother same age yer son will find, a companion and eventual mate in time"
• To Rargnasha Bloodmark - "Shattered is yer future hope, shatter wit' it or learn ter cope"
• To Krogon Devilstep - "Loyalty fer yers will be ter breakin' point tested. Death comes on swift wings, make sure yers not bested"
• To the Tribe in General - "A tribe member will perish, the cause be unknown. His song will be sung, till voice carves it in stone."
• To the Tribe in General - "In future battle when our tribe rides, know that our hands the spirits will guide. When all hope seems lost and foes seem too strong, we shall have triumph when wolves howl 'ems song."
• To Gnash Stronghand - "Seven things lead to borrowed time. Your time is up at the seventh chime. Battle bred and battle born, battle no more when Shaman mourn"