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-Wake up!

Time is of the essence! I must entrust you with what little I

know before, before I must depart. There may be a time where

our paths cross again, but for now, you must only listen,

and heard

There is...still hope. There are a few that remain. A few who

can still bring order to the chaos, light to dark, turn despair

into glory.

The elder wizards once knew of the prophecies. The are inscribed

in riddles and serpent tongue, in the ancient forgotten

tomes in the deepest of the arcane libraries of Winterreach. I

have seen them with my own eyes!

I tried to decipher the ancient conundrums aid incantations,

I tried so hard! But for every secret that was unravelled before

my eyes, two more shoot at my doorstep.

For what seemed like aeons I worked relentlessly. I was at

the brink of madness many a time, and almost succumbed

to the arcane forces unleashed. One day, I finally found

myself on the verge of unfolding monumental mysteries,

when, when they...

And now, the have abolished me!! The Arcane Tribunal

deemed my studies..wretched and vile! Curse them! Let

the wrath of the Netherrealm be upon their creaking bones!

I have not devoted my life to mundane sorcery to please

cowards and weaklings!

We must proceed with what has begun. The wheels of fate

are already spinning and we cannot bide any longer. We

are on our own, and splendour shall follow in our wake.

So now, hearken. Ever since the order of the Seven Flames

perished, and the Dragon Fathers forgathered in the

Gharad Mountains; they are, albeit mighty beyond mortal

comprehension, the only thing that now stands in the way

of the brooding calamity in Khrond, and the only solace to

the people of the Twilight Kingdoms.

A bleak comfort indeed.

The life force in the Glades of Lithôe are already dwindling,

and the octarine luster in the Forest of Destiny is waning.

I have beheld it, and I have felt it. It will soon be upon us.

The prophecies however, spoke of the crystal bearers.

Chosen heroes of starlight born for the glory of the

Kingdoms. The guardians of man, elf and dwarf,

and the protectors of the realms.

They shall rise when time are dire, and come bearing

arcane light and the wrath of dragons. One hero shall

arise from every kingdom, and with him, a celestial crystal

echoing his name. They are the Twilight Force.

They remain nameless throughout the grimoires and

tomes, and none speak of their whereabouts or origin. I

have searched far and wide, over mountains and seas,

through the voids of magicka and the voices of time, and

finally, I now know. I have seen their visions, and I have

felt their presence.

One is a wood elf. A swift and cunning woodland

ranger with his heart in the trees and his spirit on the seas.

Another is the one rightful heir to the Emerald Throne.

A gallant and mighty warrior on his path to his destiny.

A boy at mind, and a true king at heart.

The third is a venerable forest whisperer, a mystic

herbalist whit the gift of beast speech.

The fourth is a half-elf of clandestine nature. With an

obsidian will and a silent mind, he is the shadow death.

The fifth is an enigma indeed. I had trouble discerning

its life force through my visions. And I was transfixed

by the power of its spirit. I felt surges of malicious

contempt, as well as waves of cosmic insight and

primordial wisdom.

A truly intriguing being of eldritch descent.

And, my friend... I, unbeknownst to me until the last

full moon, is the last crystal bearer. That is why I now,

in the eleventh hour, come to you. I must seek out the

bearers, and the crystals must be unearthed.

And you, must return to fulfil your oaths.

The Knights of Twilight's Might must gather and rise.