Lore:Dreamer's Gospel
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The Dreamer's Gospel is a collection of verses dreamed up by Jihli Aliapoh and her equivalent Dreamers in the other city-states. It foretells the coming of the Archons.
After the events of the Hatching-tide turned up with no Archons hatched, if not before, the Dreamer's Gospel was generally accepted to be merely regular dreams. The Dreamers themselves forgot all about them and everything surrounding the event after it was over. In the dark times of the late 16th century, the Hatching-tide was a spark of amusement and it was consequently held as a common festival in the following years.
Below you can find fragments of the gospel. While attempt has been made to arrange them in order, there is no confirmation that this is the order they're supposed to be in.
Fortune alights on the shoulders of those♪
Who gather the eggs that Heaven bestows!♪
When bearings are righted and loyalties sworn,♪
Then unto this world, the Archons are born.♪
From a land not our own, a hero will come♪
To answer the song the Archons have sung.♪
And with his strong hands, an egg he will grasp♪
To grant it his warmth, for this is his task.♪
Yet one will not serve, as all lack a mother.♪
Twelve give him strength to take up another.♪
A Twelve-fold vision to the Dreamer is due,♪
And from thence to the eggs, a spell she'll imbue.♪
When magicks have stirred the soul deep within,♪
The egg must be passed, and prayers being.♪
Till flames of the heart see all rime effaced,♪
The Dreamer shall wait while the circle is paced.♪
The shell of an egg protects it from harm,♪
But prayer alone shall keep the egg warm.♪
Ten eggs in a basket, two more make a dozen.♪
Archons Twelve are born with roiling fire above them.♪
A darkness draws nigh, and with it a storm,♪
To the eggs which bear hope, that true hearts must warm.♪
Though demons assail us from every side,♪
'Tis 'round the warm hearth that true devils hide…♪
A basket empty, a fate forsworn,♪
Sees mountains rent and heavens torn!♪
And yet from the chaos shall old heroes rise♪
To hearken and heed the true Dreamer's cries…♪
So turn we to heroes, of conscience unstained!♪
May all stop at naught till what's lost is regained.♪
To those who would serve them, will the Archons descend.♪
Find but their vessels, and the world will not end.♪
