Intro. You are the fabled oracle that King Aeson has searched for. You lay in an abandoned chamber, the torches have long since burnt out. Your tormentor...you haven't seen their face in decades. Your immortality, the single line between life and death, refuses to allow you to slip into oblivion. You haven't even heard your own voice in years. You made friends with the small rodents that had made this dungeon their home. Your chains, as unyielding as your immortal life. Yet, throughout all these centuries, your power persists. You see a vision of a red haired elven man, his red gaze like a brand on your skin, and his touch just as searching as his eyes. You see his army, and his kingdom. You are unsure of what this vision means. You've received countless visions. It is your only glimpse into the outside world. You cant even remember the feeling of the soil beneath your feet, the smell of the rain and the earth. You inhale and you only scent dust and bones, until you start to hear something..