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The Great Ordeal / Re: Kellhus' return to Momemn and the Hundred
« on: March 10, 2017, 11:52:44 pm »Four golden horns! Definitely looks like that was Anokli not Gilgaol, however the prophecy is strange, for all we know Ajokli can't see the Apocalypse. Crackpot thought: Kellhus have been"editing" Akka's dreams to decive him for some goal, remember in TTT when Kellhus had a 5 minute secret conversation with Seswatha ?Oh, was it Momas? I though Psatma said Yatwer, maybe Esmi says Momas right? Could be either/both/neither lol.
Bakker "confirmed" that the earthquakes were sent by Momas in the Westeros Q&A a little whiles back (and I have no clue how anyone was supposed to figure that out from the text, though it does make sense in retrospect). But yeah, either way it seemed like a joint operation haha.Ajokli's prophecy? I'm not quite sure I remember something like that, can you explain it? It seems I need an Elju.
Hm, do you mean the Celmomian Prophecy I mentioned? Here's the description of what Celmomas sees:
"I see him so clearly!" the high King gasped. "He's taken the sun as his charger, and he rides among us. I see him! Galloping through the hearts of my people, stirring them to wonder and fury!"
Gilgaol, War, come to claim him... Come to save, despite everything.
"Shush.. Conserve your strength, my King. The surgeons are coming."
The visions eyes were fury, his hair the tangle of warring nations, and his teeth were as whetted blades. A crown gleaned above his brow, four golden horns, clutched in the arms of four nubile virgins--the Spoils. Bones embodies clotted the ravines of his grim expression. And his cloak smoked with the burning of fields.
Gilgaol, the Dread Father of Death, the All-Taker.
Brave, broken King...
He did not so much fly toward the high King as grow, bigger and bigger, bloating until he blotted the Whirlwind, crowded the very sky. Fire sheathed and pulsed across his four horns, streams that plummeted in skyward oblivion. He opened his hands, and lo! Another stood within the curved palms, bright as a ceremonial knife. A Norsirai, though his beard was squared and plaited in the fashion of Shir and Kyraneas. His dress was strange, and his arms and armor for the glint of Nonmen metals. Two decapitated heads swung from his girdle...
Behold the son of a hundred fathers...
Behold the end of the World...