Forward:

By Savras was I blessed with a vision on the eve of my Vigil, the day and night of fasting and prayer before the oaths of the Paladin are sworn. Since then, I have been blessed on occasion with dreams and visions that were unusual, and in which people I have never met, or places I have never been were figured. Dreams I can only assume to have been sent to me by the Lord of Divination himself.

For the prosperity of those that come after me, I record these dreams as public record here in this tome. If even one lends aid in a time of need, my efforts in penning them will have not been in vain.

- Tal Quin Makabi.

The vision I was given on the eve of my vigil, upon which I have prayed for the better part of the last ten years of my life.

A sharp quill pen A shining curtain, pulled aside will reveal Darkness of heart and mind. Light forbidden, creatures forgotten; Secretly will two evils unite against a threat, And the once-chained will be lost to great conspiracy.

Tarsakh 19, 153

A sharp quill pen Temples consecrated in the ancient manner, they will reject the excess foundations, taking only their first and humane laws, chasing, though not entirely, the cult of saints.

Tarsakh 22, 153

A sharp quill pen On the banks of whitewaters will be born one who bores and calculates becoming a tyrant. To raise a force in the marches of dark gutters, to drain two sanctuaries of gold and men

Tarsakh 23rd, 153

A sharp quill pen From Deep and the country of Thay, People by sea, evil and help from the Isles: In Cormyr the perpetual trace, With vestiges of their custom and laws.

Tarsakh 24, 153

A sharp quill pen sloppily My vision is one step closer to becoming a reality. In my naivete, I assumed that the darkness I foresaw was simply a representation of my arrival here, in the Underdark. I see now what a fool I was.

My eyes have been taken from me by the grasping fingers of a dark order of Monks that live beneath the temple of Hoar, in the dark catacombs there. I give thanks to the All-Seeing that my eyes were the only casualty, for many in our group fell at their hands as well. Better that I suffer this torture than they; perhaps this is my punishment for not being wise enough to see the deeper meanings of my vigil premonition.

I will bear this torment until Savras sees fit to return my eyes. It is his will, and everything that happens, happens for a reason that is not always apparent from where we gaze, here in the present.

Tarsakh 25, 153

A sharp quill pen sloppily In the world there will be one Monarch who will not long be in peace or alive: Then the wishing lark will be lost, it will be ruled to its greater detriment.

Tarsakh 25, 153

A sharp quill pen In a short time a false, frail brute will lead, elevated quickly from low to high: Then in an instant disloyal and libellious, he will have the government of Sanctus.

Tarsakh 26, 153

A sharp quill pen Lost, found, hidden for so long a time, the hopeful will be honored as a demigod: Before Selune finishes its full journey he will be dishonored by other winds.

Tarsakh 27, 153

A sharp quill pen sloppily Before the conflict the great wall will fall, the great one to death, death too sudden and lamented, born imperfect: the greater part will swim: Near the river the land stained with blood.

Tarsakh 29, 153

A sharp quill pen The saintly widow hearing the news, Of her offspring placed in perplexity and trouble: He who will be instructed to appease the quarrels, He will pile them up by his pursuit of the iron hands.

Greengrass, 153

A sharp quill pen Eleven more times the Moon, the Sun will not want, All raised and lowered by degree: And put so low that one will stitch little gold: Such that after famine plague, the secret uncovered.

Myrtul 4, 153

A sharp quill pen The large mastiff expelled from the city Will be vexed by the strange alliance, After having chased the stag to the fields The wolf and the Bear will defy each other.

Myrtul 5, 153

A sharp quill pen Under the shadowy pretense of removing servitude, He will himself usurp the people and city: He will do worse because of the deceit of the young prostitute, Delivered in the field reading the false poem.

Myrtul 6, 153

A sharp quill pen Hands, swords, under one the divine word accomplished, Traensyr and Chabzash will be united together: Great disaster near, and combat very bitter: No heart will be so hardy as not to tremble.

Myrtul 7, 153

A sharp quill pen The arrival late, the execution completed, the wind contrary, the letters seized en route: The conspirators fourteen of a sect, the enterprises by the wise Red-robed One.

Myrtul 8, 153

A sharp quill pen Those who were in the realm for knowledge Will become impoverished at the change of King: Some exiled without support, having no gold, The lettered and letters will not be at a high premium.

Myrtul 9, 153

A sharp quill pen The chief of the army in the middle of the crowd Will be wounded by an arrow shot in the thighs, When matrons in tears and distress Will be betrayed by Eyes and hand.

Myrtul 10, 153

A sharp quill pen The serpent conveyed in the iron cage where the five children of the King are taken: Their progenitors will come out from their underworld below, before dying seeing of their offspring death and cries.

Myrtul 11, 153

A sharp quill pen The nearest son of the elder will attain very great height as far as the realm of the privileged: Everyone will fear his fierce glory, but his children will be thrown out of the realm.

Myrtul 12, 153

A sharp quill pen The greater army put to flight in disorder, Scarcely further will it be pursued: Army reassembled and the legion reduced, Then it will be chased out completely from the darkness.

Myrtul 14, 153

A sharp quill pen A doubtful one will not come far from the realm, The greater part will want to uphold him: A Capitol will not want him to reign at all, He will be unable to bear his great burden.

Myrtul 15, 153

A sharp quill pen Tempus menaces us with his warlike force, seventy times will he cause blood to flow: Rise and fall for the clergy and more for those who will want to hear nothing from them.

Myrtul 16, 153

A sharp quill pen The city of liberty made servile: Made the asylum of profligates and dreamers. The King changed to them not so violent: From one hundred become more than a thousand.

Myrtul 17, 153

A sharp quill pen The prince who has little pity of mercy will come through death to change very knowledgeable. The kingdom will be attended with great tranquillity, when the great one will soon be fleeced.

Myrtul 19, 153

A sharp quill pen New, impetuous and sudden rain will suddenly halt two armies. Celestial stone, fires make the sea stony, the death of seven by land and sea sudden.

Myrtul 20, 153

A sharp quill pen Brothers and sisters captive in diverse places will find themselves passing near the monarch: Contemplating them his branches attentive, displeasing to see the marks on chin, forehead and nose.

Myrtul 22, 153

A sharp quill pen Deep white clay nourishes the rock, which from an abyss will go forth milky, needlessly troubled they will not dare touch it, unaware that the earth at the bottom is clayish.