Skyseers (among other oracles and prophets) possess the ability to intuit the near future, but now and again the talented among them experience true visions of important events that may someday unfold. Recorded here are the prophecies the party has heard.
Given to Duchess Ethelyn sometime in the year 499 by a private skyseer.
“A globe spins on its axis, and a steel ship sets off to war on a sail of shadows. The world passes into night, and blackness grips all of Risur as the stars fall from the sky. The king’s eyes turn a soulless white, and he moves as a puppet, his strings pulled by a man who has already died a thousand times.”
“When spring returns to winter,
the cauldron births a spark.
The steel betrays the vintner,
the silver spurns the arc.
The fire-bride’s dissension:
dismissed, by green-adorned.
The wheel-woven dead man
shall wake the cauldron-born.”
He also gave Hugo a smaller prophecy during the battle at Gallo’s School:
“You have seen him, and he knows you… but you do not know him. The old man wishes to make amends, but first: he needs a body.”
Nevard’s Great Vision
Received by Nevard Sechim the morning of Summer 3, announced to the city on Summer 5 (along with his other predictions, see below).
“I saw a dark figure, standing atop Cauldron Hill, towering over our city. The sun set, and he cast a shadow across Parity Lake, stretching northwest, into the sea, beyond the horizon. He was born in our city, but his ultimate goal is elsewhere. And also things moved in his shadow—indeed, his shadow moved before he did, for while he was mighty, he was controlled by others.
“I saw smoke hiding his face, for he was made mighty by industry. In my vision, a king chased him out to sea and defeated him by slicing him free from his shadow. But the cauldron had already shattered, and many thousands were drowned and devoured in its roil.
“I saw three birds alight on the peak, the first of black silk, the second of black steel, both weeping blood. But the third was made of stars, and it sang many songs.
“I tell you this: Cauldron Hill is not safe. Twice will danger arise, and twice will we be deceived into thinking it is safe to return, but we must avoid the place and avoid being tricked. I have arranged shelter in the Cloudwood, where people can be safe until the darkness passes.”
Nevard’s Lesser Visions
“A woman sat on a leather couch in a waiting room, surrounded by red curtains. She held a gold coin and rolled it across the back of her fingers. A pick lay against the side of the couch. He asked her what she was waiting for, and she answered in a language he didn’t know, saying, ‘The place I’m going isn’t here yet.’
- This prophecy is now believed to have referred to the Xambria/Sijhen hybrid that terrorized Flint in Chapter 3, describing her physical characteristics while explicating Sijhen’s desire to return to its homeworld.
“A trumpeter carried a lantern onto the stage of a darkened theater, and the people gathered for his performance applauded, then lit lanterns of their own. The theater never got bright enough for him to see their faces.
- Likely this was a direct reference to the Wayfarer’s Lantern, an invention of Luc Jierre’s that he brought to the Obscurati in Chapter 4.
“One man tore himself in two, and his twin selves fought over a woman, tearing her into three, who ran away. Mice skittered around them, collecting cheese fallen amid the rails of a trainyard. Then a train roared down the track past him, but it had no one driving it. In the distance it derailed, and crushed two of the women, but which of the three survived?
“A man carrying a bronze staff with three keyholes is assailed by swords and arrows and fire, but nothing kills him. He began to take off his robes, revealing tiger fur beneath them, while stars fell from the sky all around him. Then the sky was dark, and when the sun should have risen, instead a pale glowing cloud floated in the dark.
“Finally a woman—tyrannical and murderous—languished in prison, hanging from six chains and hooks that pierced her legs, back, and arms. But the seventh hook that sealed her lips swung loose, and it fluttered in the breeze as she whispered a map that led everywhere.”
- This description fits Ashima-Shimtu precisely, down to the detail that she can send someone anywhere in the world if they dive into her well.