Myths

The Deep within the endless wake of time
In which a Silence shall the great storm rise forth
Outward sees the eyes of that dark demon
Now Behold the Oracae, his wings broad
- Issac Hiram Valley’s Journal, c. 1125
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A dark demon soars upon the heavens
Death, fear, and chaos follow its vast wake
Men and army falls before its approach
Then a union of treason strikes it down
- Isal Omyreth Dyne, c 459
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While the Demon slumbers, all friends turn foe
that madness, this death, this chaos fills all
and from the cries of many, he returns
Oracae, his black wings, blazing white light
- Sulyimaen Haegor, c. 486
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Among the fallen stones, in the heavens
The demon’s link from the past, Harbinger
A Red Dawn, the flames of hate scorch the earth
upon his black wings, all our burdens rest
- Aethus, c. 23
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