The Goodly and Wholesome Prophecies of Myrtle Fleabottom
Myrtle’s Prophecies: Page 75
Tyedu sends forth his wicked child and they shall bring war to the Elf. The armies of the world shall rise against them and the wicked children shall be forced into hiding. Into the wasteland they shall run, and those few that follow shall know long suffering. Horrors shall grow and the living shall be dead and the dead shall walk. There will then come leaders from among the corpsehall. Each will have their own agenda. Some will be the fallen from among the wicked ones, while others will be of the other nations. Two will have been in the wasteland and just now will take on mortal form.
From the west and north heroes will come to cleanse the land. The machines. They must stop the machines.
When the Architect falls for the third time, the madness overcomes the Dark and the Green Lord will rise from his slumber.
Then shall the Golden one rise and gather his wyrm hordes.
Malafoge will rest at the roots of doom and the green wood shall take up roots and march with cruel intent.
The Forge will burn with arcane lights and the army, neither dead nor alive, will march forth from the halls
The Brittle will tremble against a might they cannot devour.
Fire shall be gathered and creep toward the sea. Following their king, they run and pray that they are in time.
Finally The Unascended shall be freed. His slumber of three thousand years finally at an end. I see him as he stands, majestic and terrible at the same time. I see the shadows gather around and now the chains are torn like paper. The Primordial energy which has altered the wasteland for untold ages is magnified.