Prophesy from King Ribaldequin

Bernard_Oriel

Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 2009, 3:00 PM | Message # 1

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Revelation given through Ribaldequin Leiro the Prophet, at the burned out crater, Leirooine, December 15, 20 ABY.

And Revan spaketh unto me "There beeth a great time of tribulation on the horizon my chosen one" and he showed me a vision, of a wall of water rolling across the landscape of Leirooine, drowning those who did not believe the true tenets of the church of Revan.

It rolled onwards towards me, and I greatly feared for my life, but the water washed over me, and I was shown a vision, a vision of a world under the water, with Leirooinians living happily alongside eachother, a time of joy and prosperity. And then an angelic figure appeared, and he did begin to sing.

"The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else's lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin' for?

Under the sea
Under the sea
Leiro it's better
Down where it's wetter
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devotin'
Full time to floatin'
Under the sea"

And the figure stopped, and did seem to fade from my vision, as Revan spaketh once again "You have been in grave error Revan, while the Trees are the enemy of Revan so art the land itself, the land that housed them, that gave them succour and life, thou must take the chosen people, and prepare for a time of great tribulation for the land. Prepare by creating ships, or underwater dwellings, and abandon this heretical place known as "Land" for the Kingdom of Leirooine must be built not on the tainted land, but on and below the waters of Leirooine. Some land, bereft of trees will be left, but only the most holy may reside here."

I bowed my head and thanked him, but as soon as the vision came it was gone once again. And so I issue this edict, that all loyal members of my church either look to creating under-water dwellings or ships to live on, for the lord has prophesised to me, as he did to Haon that a great flood of tribulation will come to scour the land and drown the last remnants of the trees. And like Haon advised, I do the same, build boats, floating dwellings, make provision bretheren, for the time is near at hand.

Bernard Oriel
Senator for the Planet of Vjun
1st Earl Malreaux (Second Creation)
Vjun Delegation to the Imperial Senate

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Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 2009, 4:05 PM | Message # 2

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[Trashbin, Leirooine]
[Shipbuilding!]

The people of the glorious of Trashbin all assembled as the priest of the local church would read the revelation that was presented. They all would listen to the words that were being spoken, and as the priest would sing, so would everyone else. Judge Raithwall would sit in his chair in the church that would be on the balcony. Behind him would be a very large picture of the king himself. As they begun to sing, Raithwall would jump out of his seat and dance to the song. "Yes! Preach!" His helmet would reflect his movements as it was placed on a little shelf that connected to his chair. The empty face would look directly at Raithwall as he danced. As they stopped, so did he and return to his chair. He would listen very closely to the vision being presented and it came to a close, Raithwall would grab his helmet and exit first. As he stepped out of the church, he would place on his helmet and walk a little bit before turning around to face the people. As they came squirming out of the church, they would fall to their faces to bow for him. As they kept face down, Raithwall would look at them. "We all have been blessed to hear such a revelation!" The people would mumble in their agreement. " I have not heard such deep meaning since I was attacked by a potted plant!" The people gasped in horror and inside his helmet, Raithwall frowned a little bit. "But we must answer the calling and build a glorious ark!!!" His hands went into the air as the people cheered and clapped with what muscle they had. Lowering his hands, his frowned turned into a smile.

"We must fight these trees to every root and seed! Our ark will be build to stand tall and have amazing weaponry!" While the town of Trashbin lacked the means to build any weapons, Raithwall had an idea. "In honor of the king, we will construct a cannon on this ark that will launch a person out one of a time... to give his life to protect the king and his stature!" The people continued to cheer and Raithwall again placed up his hands again. "To construct such a cannon and ark... you all must tear apart your homes and use that material. To hold it together... I will see to it that you are given duct tape to hold our mighty ark together!... as well as some hammer and nails... but do not injure yourself, for the king's life depends on you!" He begun to walk away but would stop and turn around. "As for the cannon... we will use a trashcan with the ability to push someone out from underneath... we will call it... The King's Might Cannon!" He would walk away and leave it to his people to start the construction of this ark.

Once Raithwall and his royal guards would reach his home, he would look at them through his helmet. "See to it that they don't do anything stupid. Get them some supplies and let them have fun. If they nail themselves to the boat... so be it." His hand reaching back for his door, he opened it and slammed it.