Prophecy of Nissa

As Recorded by Toma and Lina of the Middle Kingdom of the Tinwael Galéth

In days beyond recall

Of Karthus-men who thrive,

Above the rock-teeth tall

Dwelt wyrms of power five.

They summoned forth their Mother

With arcane powers old;

She birthed from rock another

Wyrm-egg jet and cold.

They took the Stone to hide

Deep in Skyrend’s heart;

Until the Seed of Pride

Would split the shell apart.

They sought the Dwarves to bring

The Wyrm-seed to their home;

But Iron-Fisted King

Refused to yield the Stone.

The Wyrms laid down their wrath,

The Under-Dark unleashed

Into the Dwarven-paths

The Darkness of The Deeps.

The Iron King was ended,

The Dwarven Empire fell;

Few Clans there could be mended,

Few dwarves remained to tell.

But ships from sea-foam rose;

The North-men came to aid!

In the caves in coves

Hid they their ships they made.

Their desperation driving

Put madness in their souls;

And in the Nest arriving

Brought down the mountain whole.

The Wyrms’ wails had hovered

To continents afar:

The Stone forever covered

In caves marked by The Star.

The Eastern rays broke forth,

Vesuva’s Spear beshone

On the Men from the North

In graves so far from home.

Elves and Dwarves and Men

With Halflings and the Gnomes

Magicked the Wyrms and then

Made those rocks their homes.

The Lady’s Light was seen

From on the mountain’s side;

She drove the Dark between

With nowhere left to hide.

The Wyrm-egg lies within

The bosom of the Earth.

It yearns the Seed of Kin

To demonstrate its worth.

The life of Wyrm awaits

The time for it to hatch;

Too clever are the Fates

To show the Seed to match.

The day will come too soon

When patient Dark returns

In waning harvest moon

To make the Karthus burn.

When the land begins to darken

And the tears of Skyrend fall,

In the sky for all to hearken

Thuderclaps from dwarven call.

Gathered Darkness to the Light,

Gathered elven princess pale,

Gathered elf-friend forest-might,

In the deepening gale.

The harvest moon will shine

And traitor friend to foe

Will forge the Weapon’s Spine

To darkness all shall go.

And in the deepening black

The saviors will arrive

Entering Skyrend crack

To never leave alive.

The Darkness will return

To claim its final form;

Forever shall all yearn

The Light that kept them warm.