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.
