Ancient Obelisk
IN A WORLD DESTINED FOR RUIN
Humanity will fade, as all beings do. Their light will flicker and die, untouched by the eternal Flame.
Meaningless and miniscule in the face of near-endless insight, burning brightly.
Turning to dust as we turn to fire. An endless cycle of ruin and turmoil.
THE FLAME TOUCHED FACE
Unforeseen - Humanity is ephemeral! Nothing but a brief moment in time, a breath long taken, the blink of an eye!
Yet - despite their mortal nature - they have created fire.
A Flame of their own to brighten their impending dawn.
CHASMS WHICH SPLIT THE EARTH
Nestled within the Starfall Kingdom. A chasm so deep, its contents have eluded us for millennia.
No secret can resist illumination by light of the eternal Flame. An archaic evil, brewing...growing.
It must be buried, flooded, and sealed. Humanity should never brush against these tendrils of pandemonium.
OUR SANCTUM AMIDST THE HOLLOW, BLINDED FROM WITHIN
Crude lifeblood is extracted, diluted, and alchemized. Transformed, transfigured. Molten and born anew.
Profound power, fueling the bodies of the youngest in Embervale, rotting them. We've failed, blinded by our stoicism.
Let us point our gaze back towards the sky - for this hollowed core cannot be saved.
ENTANGLED AND SUFFOCATED
The wild spirit of the Blackmire remains untamed.
Winding roots entangle us, twist around all efforts of our kin. Everything fades into the sounds of the night, a symphony of sweet and somber melodies.
We drown in them like bugs in the blackwater bog, dragged below by the vines. Such unbound energy, shining bright like the stars.
OUR EYE TOWARDS THE STARS, FOREVER SHUT
Energy, welling from deep inside the core. A light erupts, breaching the boundaries of space itself.
A door to be opened by the flame touched - the brightest of sparks will walk a path lined by fire, and illuminate what is shrouded in shadow.
Never let the stars be extinguished, never douse the sun. Rise above all, a legacy to last an eternity.
A BREATH OF LIGHT, FADING
We've been split. Ripped apart like a twin-headed eel.
The discordance in our midsts sunders our youngest from the empyrean - a new chapter at last. They wish to protect the ephemeral flame, inspired by the hearthlights and fireflies of humankind.
We will all shift and fall. At least, we stumble.
AS THE FINAL TIDE FREES US
Finally - Remnants of an elusive age, cast away.
Drowned in waves. Yet another evil - a mistake - brushed away, and sealed.
Let the water flush out all that is tainted. After us, the flood.
OF THE FLAW IN US ALL
Perhaps the Flame has been tainted all its life. Blinded by its own light - or perhaps, it was us.
The final flaw, raised too high above the rest. A fall so deep, so devastating, it rivals the chasms of Starfall Kingdom. A failure to rip us in two.
Divided, in shambles. Our young drowning in war, our old locked inside the stars. A miscalculation. Ash among starfire, after all. We must start anew.
- Manathor