Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24760123-20150819003026/@comment-24760123-20150902000706

(Wait for it...)

Nerevar Rising

Aryon opened the box, and took out a ring.

"I still remember the old prophecy..."

The ring was One-Clan-Under-Moon-and-Star, the artifact of Indoril Nerevar, and commonly known to mark his incarnation.

"When earth is sundered, and skies choked black..."

Aryon slipped Moon-and-Star on his left hand, not even flinching.

"When sleepers serve the seven curses, a stranger comes to the hearth, journeyed far'neath moon and star."

"Though stark-born to sire uncertain, his aspect marks his certain fate. Wicked stalk him, Righteous curse him. Prophets speak, but all deny."

"Many trial make manifest. the stranger's fate, the curse's bane."

Aryon inspected the ring, searching for any imperfections.

"Many touchstones try the stranger..."

The Nerevarine then looked at Naissance.

"Many fall, but one remains."