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=== Description ===

The Obsidian Prophecies are, in fact, a series of black stone tablets engraved with an arcane script of unknown origin. The Forbidding Manse of Ivy contains no direct records of their existence, and vague references and allusions to items that might be the Prophecies do not begin to appear in historical archives until after the Contagion.

Only one set of original Obsidian Prophecies has ever been located. Members of House Mnemon recovered the artifact in RY 721, and have jointly studied it, mostly through the in-House distribution of translated copies of the text, with accompanying essays and commentaries written by various House members.

Apparently, copies of the Mnemon translation and commentaries have quietly found their ways into private libraries far from the Blessed Isle. At least one copy can be found in Nexus, and there are certainly some in Yu-Shan, as well.

=== Translation ===

===== Beware the grand-children of Your Fathers and Mothers. Beware Your champions. They will turn and be turned in kind. They bore you in litters of jade and adamant to thrones gold and silver and frozen mercury, but You turned Your gaze away and now You cannot know what things in shadow done might bring to Haven Dome. Beware Your lesser brothers and sisters, Your cousins, your closest Kin. Turns of dole will feed upheaval, And turns taken through death Lead death through mazes and prisons Through citys and skies Through gates and canals. And death shall come And take the final turn. =====

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===== Know that no crime dies. Each and all live on, Memories frozen like long-lost crystal In the hearts and eyes of the wronged And their gets and kins. Know this, Old Mother: Your body will again be bathed in blood, And the victims of your apostasy, Will send forth plagues of men From ancient prisons and ancient graves, And no flood of tears across your holy cheek Will cleanse you of their pain. Know this, Great Kings of Thieves: Your Fates are not eternal And you will not see your Endings Looming. Blinded in contests Blinded in intrigues No Holy Shining Light Will fall upon the instruments That measure your fall In eternities and stars Know this, Haughty Prince: Not all that dies Is trapped in death. Even the tightest cages Must open at least once. Your prisoners will move their bars again. And poor portents, of pain and night and dark, will come to pass on Earth. Know this, Prodigal: No number of lifetimes May cleanse your soiled soul. You will for others. You hoist and heave And yoke men in great number But tether you to another power. Know this, Proud Warrior: You cannot wash away With blood or myrrh The puissant stench of shame. You are secreted away In the fringes of the world, But knit as you may, You only unravel the fabrics you hold dear And the Frayed Things will walk fearlessly unto your homes. =====

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===== What shall we do as the Great City burns? Shall we sing an epic of blood and glory, Or lay odds on the ill-fated heads of the Masters and Mistresses? In shadows, lightless fires burn. Vandals crouch about, shifting from pyre to pyre, Waiting, wanting, whetting dark appetites for smoke And flame. Unquenchable thirsts drive the mighty To slake themselves at the well-springs Of the Holy Burgh. They leave behind a husk, Withered and combustible. As the great wheels move again, A spark shell be set to unkempt cloths. The immutable shall be made to melt. The tempered artifices shall burn. Then Reverend Manses and Holy Streets Shall become a city of ash. =====

 
 
 
== Comments ==
Much coolness. -- [[Miedvied]]

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