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PROPHECIES

PROPHECIES
The Future Was Written long before men could read
What is yet to come according to prophets,
seers and oracles.
Long before the rise of kingdoms or the first temples of stone, the Elementals dwelt within the hidden places of the world, born from Creation itself and forever bound to its forests, rivers, mountains, and untamed wilds. They were the First Children of Nature, entrusted with the stewardship of the Four Sacred Elements—Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind—and charged with preserving the harmony upon which all living things depend. Unlike the Deities, they neither sought worship nor accepted tribute, choosing instead to remain unseen beyond the reach of mortal civilization. Among their kind are the graceful Nymphs, guardians of ancient springs, crystal lakes, sacred groves, and forgotten glades, together with countless elusive forest inhabitants whose names have faded into legend. Hidden within the Four Elemental Temples that encircle the Forbidden Forest, they answer only to the ancient laws of Creation, watching in silence as kingdoms rise and fall around them.
ke the Children of the Night, whose existence is bound to the awakening of V, the Elementals belong to an older covenant, untouched by the ambitions of kings or the corruption of darkness. They are neither benevolent nor cruel, but impartial custodians of the natural order, protecting the balance between life and decay with unwavering devotion. As mankind spread across the world, fear and greed drove these ancient beings ever deeper into the wilderness, where enchantments older than memory conceal their sanctuaries from mortal eyes. Few have entered those sacred domains and returned unchanged, for to behold an Elemental is to glimpse the living spirit of Creation itself. Though forgotten by most, they continue their eternal vigil, waiting in the silent heart of the world until the day the ancient covenant is once more called upon to preserve what remains of Creation.
The Beast of Babylon

The Beast of Babylon
Revelation 17

PROPHECIES
The Scarlet of Babylon
What is yet to come according to prophets,
seers and oracles.
The Vision (Verses 1–6):
One of the angels with the seven bowls invites the Apostle John to witness the judgment of the "great prostitute" who sits on many waters. John is carried into the wilderness where he sees a woman clothed in purple and scarlet, adorned with gold and jewels. She rides a scarlet beast with seven heads and ten horns. She holds a golden cup full of abominations and is drunk on the blood of Christian martyrs.
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There are Prophecies written in forgotten tongue,
only spoken in the hush of ancient temples.
There are the prophecies of men,
And there are prophecies kept by creatures.
But some prophecies are shared by both worlds.
The Scarlet,
Also known as The Beast of Babylon.
Revelation 17 in the Bible is recorded in
a seven head dragon that had been trying to find its way into the world that mankind and creatures share.


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PROPHECY
THE SILVER WOLF

SILVER WOLF
The Nemesis of the Overlord
The Great Oracles of the four Elemental Temples spoke with one voice after beholding a vision granted beyond the veil of time:
"From the catacombs of oblivion shall arise the Great Wolf, whose mane shall gleam like silver beneath the moon, and whose eyes shall burn with the fire of molten gold. Unto him shall be given dominion over the deathless, and by his coming shall the immortal know fear.
At the whisper of his name, rivers shall become crimson, and seas shall bear the blood of his kin, the world shall mourn without consolation, and the ancient Balance shall crumble in the twilight of the Age."
In an ancient age, beyond the mortal world, the Unseen Realm existed beneath the rule of the Sacred Canons, laws established by the great races and tribes to preserve a fragile balance. That balance was shattered when the Great Oracles of the Four Elemental Watchtowers foresaw a devastating prophecy: betrayal, a cataclysmic war, the destruction of an ancient race, and the return of a Great Silver Wolf, heralding immortal death. The Lords Revenant, sovereigns of the Eternal Court, believed the prophecy foretold their own downfall and sought to prevent it by capturing Dacinne, the ageless Spirit of Dacia. Revered by the Lycans as their prophet and guardian, Dacinne possessed golden eyes that perceived past, present, and future, and could unite with her colossal spiritual wolf to become a sacred being beyond either human or Lycan.
When the Revenants seized Dacinne, the Lycan Clans rose against them, igniting the greatest war the Unseen Realm had ever witnessed. The conflict left the Revenants as the only great race to remain unbroken, allowing their Lords to establish absolute dominion over the Unseen Realm and enforce the Sacred Canons through fear and power. For centuries, they believed destiny had been defeated—but prophecy could not truly be destroyed. In 1300, it stirred again with the birth of an extraordinary boy possessing silver hair and living golden eyes. The ancient sign had returned: the Silver Wolf had been born once more.

In the early 1300,s, an infant was delivered to the Convent of Saint Catherine.
He was a peculiar child, born with silver hair and golden eyes.
His origins were unknown.
A boy, yet a creature.
Raised among nuns in an isolated convent in the south of Transylvania.


If the ancient prophecy of the Silver Wolf was true, this child would bring about the demise of the most powerful creatures upon the face of the Earth: The Revenant Lords.
Yet one of them would become his mentor and protector.
And the reasons...
also unknown.
And the boy with silver hair and golden eyes will one day uncover the truth of his origins, just as he rises to claim the title of Lord von Croÿ—the very mantle once held by his mentor.
And as he comes into his own, the ancient prophecy endures.
For some destinies are not fulfilled.
They are awakened.

PROPHECY
THE FALL OF ROME

ROME SHALL FALL
Saint Maximus and the Silver Wolf
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To His Imperial Majesty,
I have seen no enemy gathering beyond our borders, but one rising quietly within them. In my final visions, a woman with silver hair and eyes like molten gold stood where once a great wolf had walked. She spoke not of conquest, but of ending. She said she had witnessed the birth of Rome in the days of Romulus and Remus, and that before another dawn she would behold its final breath. Therefore I beseech Your Majesty: fear not the barbarians beyond the frontiers, but the decay within your own house, for every empire falls long before its walls do. May God grant that these visions prove false.

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