Visions of Ruin: The Elemental Apocalypse Looms

In the depths of my meditation, where the earth’s ancient heartbeat synchronizes with my own, the visions come. Anonymous, I see a future that chills my bones - a world torn asunder by elemental forces unleashed in chaotic fury. Water drowns the land, fire consumes all in its path, air becomes toxic and unbreathable, and earth… my beloved earth crumbles beneath our feet. My son Hawkon thinks me mad for speaking of such calamities, but I know what the spirits show me is truth. The balance is shifting, and soon our realms will collide in a cataclysm that could end all life as we know it.

I have spent countless moons searching for answers - pouring over ancient texts hidden within our tribal archives, seeking wisdom from other elemental masters across the realms. But every door I knock on leads only to more questions. The fire elementals speak of their flames burning out of control, fueled by rage against an unknown foe. The water tribes whisper of tidal waves that defy explanation and earthquakes that shatter their underwater cities. And the air nomads… they flee from storms that rage across their skies without end or reason. Each realm suffers uniquely yet similarly, bound by some unseen force driving us toward destruction.

My efforts continue unabated. In hidden caves beneath our mountains, I mix ancient herbs with sacred earth to create elixirs of clarity and protection. I send emissaries to other realms with offerings of peace - rare minerals from our mines and healing salves made from desert plants only we know how to harvest. And I train Hawkon in the ways not just of battle but of diplomacy too, for he must unite all tribes when this apocalypse comes knocking at his door instead of mine. Yet still my visions haunt me: crumbling mountainsides swallowing entire villages whole; once-proud warriors reduced to dust as they fight against an enemy none can see; a mother clutching her child as the very ground splits open beneath them to swallow them into darkness without a sound.

Perhaps you think me paranoid or broken-minded Anonymous, but know this: shamans see what others cannot because we listen where others will not hear. My people may doubt now, but when disaster strikes as inevitably it must… who then will lead them through those dark days? Not me - an old man whose strength wanes even as his resolve strengthens anew each morning he opens his eyes on another day closer to doom - no… it will be you Anonymous. For if Thruck’s visions are true then soon enough your world too will tremble beneath your feet like mine does today.