Scroll of the Veiled Eclipse
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The Scroll of the Veiled Eclipse is an ancient, cryptic prophecy fortelling the Death of All Magicks. It is written in Celestial. Held in the The Vault of Shadows, protected by the wards and magic of an unknown goddess.Description:
This scroll is an ancient, weathered parchment, bound with strands of silvered thread that seem to fade and reappear as the scroll is unrolled. The ink appears to shift, like oil on water, and the writing, though legible, seems to warp and twist when viewed from different angles. The parchment smells faintly of dust and incense, as if it has not seen light for centuries. The scroll is tightly sealed with a wax insignia, which depicts a fractured crystal surrounded by a shadowed ring.Content:
"Of the Twilight of the Sixth Cycle, while the Moon bled its light below the earth, the final hymn was sung. "The Silencer came from the In-Between, its voice borne upon winds that whispered the Death of All Magicks. The Sun that never flickered grew cold. The everflowing veins of the World turned still as stone. In the stillness before the hymn, the Starscale turned its mirrored gaze inward, bending light into shadow and starlight into silence. The Silencer wove its essence into the void between reflections, becoming an absence within the presence, unseen and unfelt. Thus, the snare was laid, a trap of lightless design, where even the Magicks could not perceive their doom until the moment it consumed them. "One by one, the Threads of Power were severed, unraveling what had once been a symphony of the worlds. First, the Shield was swallowed by silence, its protections rendered futile. Then the Gate's portals were closed, its summons lost to the ether. Weaver's whispers faded, leaving only echoes in the void. The Veils dissolved, revealing nothing but emptiness. The Revenant's cold grasp slipped away, leaving death itself untouchable. The Lifestone crumbled to dust, and the Wyld's fury quieted to a feeble spark as the flames, winds, and waters of the world withdrew into oblivion, and the Great Silence fell. "None but the One Which Saw witnessed the unraveling, its threads of foresight unbroken, destined to be a silent witness to the collapse. None but the Sight, cloaked in its truths, knew of the Shattering that was to come. To them, the Birth was the Death, and the End was but the Beginning. Thus, the World remains, though its soul is gone, bound by nothing and unto nothing. "As the last remnants of the shattered Magicks dissolved into the void, the Silencer rose, formless, nameless, a shadow to devour all that was lost. With a hunger older than time, it consumed what lingered, leaving not even a whisper of the once-glorious powers. Unyielding, relentless, it feasted, each thread devoured binding it ever closer to the darkness. From the ruin of What Once Was, something new was born—a thing forged not of creation, but of absence: the Magickeater. It rests now, gorged and still, its thirst quenched. "As before, the day will come when the Heirs of the Black Sun will awaken, and in that waking, the magicks of old shall stir once more, for the Death of All Magicks is but a wound, not a funeral. On that day, the Magickeater's hunger will stir again, and it will seek Tyanzene once more. And when it rises, the earth shall tear itself apart in its frenzy, consuming all that remains, as the husk of the world slips toward its final, hollow silence."
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