Premonitions

Today the world stood still, time stopped in its tracks and pandemonium broke free of its chains. The walking wounded and the walking dead shed their bindings and set loose upon the world destruction such has never been experienced on this plain of existence.  We had thought war was bad, pestilence, plague, and famine. We had no idea what destruction that absolute evil could bring down on us. Rivers of blood boiled as if on fire. Skin melted away from the righteous and the weak. Skeletons roamed the streets, their bones playing a haunting jig as they danced upon the souls of the survivors.  From above came the shrieks of strange predators, unbeknown to this plain of existence’s history. Trapped for so long, the dark ones took ecstatic and perverse pleasure in the screams of the creatures that inhabit this realm.  The dark lord stood in the shadows of an abandoned temple-desecrating the holy grounds through his mere presence. For so long we have tracked him, world after world, dimension after dimension. So many universes left crumbled in smoking ruins from battles still unfinished. It has come to the point where I can no longer remember how it all began. The prophecy speaks of many incidents. It speaks of the end. But there are none left who recall the words. None left to make sense of this terror and how it came about. None save those of us who cannot recall. Did the other lands rebuild? Or are they still caught fast in his iron grasp of depravity? And what will become of this land, will the Magick return, and strengthen those who might fight? Or does it all end in blood and ash again?