The prophecy is made and through the mouth of the Stars was it foretold:
Too peaceful lay the drums of War. The world sleeps complacent within its mighty forts and city gatehouses. The sun sets on the hour of peace or minor skirmish. War such as the world has never seen is on the horizon and it will break the world with its coming. The dead will line your streets, and so too will the living wish for death before it comes.
The world stands on the brink of war and none will be spared from its deathly throes.
Written and shown unedited exactly as rendered by text based game bulletin board on Avalon Online RPG and by my hand on the 4th of Leaflost, in the year 1381.